Kotetsu Kny Novels & Stories

He also loved that the tables had booth separators, like the ramen restaurant he tried out in Tokyo when he visited Japan just last year. "What are you having?" Jesse asked K, turning to her as they sat on the stools. "I'll let you take total control," her reply, a big pretty smile on her face. "I'll have whatever you're having." He smiled back at K, loving and hating how she could turn simple phrases sound so coquettish. He thought, if only he had real total control right now he would have taken her straight to his apartment and fucked the living hell out of her. "You're not allergic to anything?" He asked, pulling his thoughts together.

Kenji cursed under his breath, grabbed his car keys, and called Inoue. "Get me connected to Kyoko Fujita, immediately!" * Zabuton: a cushion designed for sitting on tatami

The woman smiled and patted Ejima's shoulders. They had stopped in the middle and as they waited, the door by the far side opened, and people that were clothed with leaves started toward their direction. There were men and women, but the population seemed to be paired. “Is this?” “Yes,” The woman nodded, “Twice they say is a coincidence. But thrice is definitely a sign. So tell me…” the woman's brow folded inwards. “Ejima, my name is, Ejima” “Ejima” The woman nodded, “Tell me, Ejima, does this look like a coincidence?”

We stood there, hugging for what felt like hours before he dropped his hands and moved away from me. He led me to the couch and sat me down. I watched as he walked to the drawer by the bed and picked up a polyester bag. He came back to me and squatted before me. I looked at the polyester bag he was holding in confusion. “What is that?" He raised the bag and looked at it. “I brought you sushi on my way back. Have you eaten since morning?”