by Nijiiro Sumi (虹色 墨)
illustrated by olukemi

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/87843.html)

Ryan’s phone played that chirp-chirp-beep-chirp that meant he had a text message. He groaned, thought about ignoring it, then finally decided it might be important enough to grope around on the floor for, given that it was actually reasonably late at night. The guy between his legs grumbled. Ryan muttered “sorry” and flipped open his phone. The message was from Alma and said only: i need to talk

Well, fuck, what was that supposed to mean? Ryan was kind of in the middle of something here, and if it was really important, she would have just called, right? But it was kinda late, and Alma was generally not a very demanding friend, and that text message had been pretty cryptic and even ominous.

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Exactly As Planned

by Nijiiro Sumi (虹色 墨)

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/75452.html)

Brian didn’t think much of the short, quick steps that followed him to the car until something small, hard and cold poked him in the small of his back. Then he froze, keys halfway to the lock. He was a big guy–over six feet and benched his own weight, easy–but even big guys didn’t mess with guns.

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Failed Experiments In Ending A Relationship

by Nijiiro Sumi (虹色 墨)
illustrated by okchickadee
concept by Tougyo (闘魚)

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/72105.html)

illustrated by okchickadee

Saturday, Two Weeks Ago:

Rob was standing next to the artichokes, thinking about how Jonathan would have insisted that something that took that much effort to eat couldn’t possibly be worth it, when a voice next to his ear said, “I heard you can steam those in the microwave.”

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Ingmar Bergman Is Dead

by Nijiiro Sumi (虹色 墨) and Tougyo (闘魚)

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/63693.html)

I didn’t die. That was the worst part.

I didn’t cross the street. That was it. I don’t remember why, it was some small thing, some little thing, like maybe there was someone scary on the other side, or the line at the Jamba Juice was really long, or something. Something. Something. And then I thought it was a good thing, because then a car ran the light and I would have died, and then I thought, I should have died. Because after that, I wasn’t me anymore, I didn’t exist, and I saw the future in their eyes, because once you’re dead you can see the future. The future doesn’t do you any good if you’re dead; that’s why they give it to you.

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ムーン パウアー メイク アプ

by Nijiiro Sumi (虹色 墨)
illustrated by Pepperoni (ペパロ)

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/58305.html)

The idea hit me in the shower, and of course the first thing I did was call Leslie while my hair was still dripping and I had a towel wrapped around my waist.

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