by Chikamichi Tano (近路 楽) illustrated by halcyonjazz (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/46355.html) Itami has never been one to believe in something without some sort of proof, of evidence that he can see, feel, touch. He’s been that way as long as he can remember – he lives for truth and for verifiable fact. He loves science and […]
Category Archives: Bang*Bang no. 10
5
May
Sky Castles
by Shouga Naiko (生姜ないこ) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/46686.html) Kei was weird and he didn’t talk to people much and he wasn’t afraid of anything. Kei was — a mess of dark hair, wide dark eyes and a wide red mouth set on a spindle neck and a taut, narrow body full of knuckles and joints. And not […]
5
May
And That’s the News
by shukyou (主教) and Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/47011.html) [The following is a work half of satire, half of imagination, and entirely of fiction. Any resemblance to actual proper nouns is entirely intentional, though imaginative liberties have been taken with the principal characters to the point of near-unrecognisability. The easily offended, die-hard political junkies of […]
5
May
In a Spark I Crave a Star
by Mitsui Matsuri (蜜井茉莉) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/47350.html) Francesco was ten he saw his first dead body, sprawled under the wheels of Dottore Loiacono’s car. He hadn’t meant to make it common knowledge, but the muscle tics on the Gazzetta journalist’s face had grown increasingly pronounced the longer he dwelled on politics. It seemed churlish to continue […]
5
May
Phallos Hippikos: A Moral Tale
by Kagamino Kage (鏡乃 影) illustrated by tongari (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/47461.html) Ah, public schooling. The most marvelous invention of the modern era. A veritable deluge of supple young flesh, of sweet-faced girls with breasts like just-ripened fruits, of lithe young boys strutting about with all the endearing awkwardness of newborn deer. Like fresh peaches just waiting […]
5
May
Married Man
by Yamanashi Moe (山梨もえ) illustrated by amei (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/47845.html) “Um, sir? Excuse me, is that ‘The Detective’s Legs’ by Tamura Hiroshi?” The boy standing in front of Tamura is pale and skinny, with wispy red-blonde hair. He wears the uniform of a nearby high school, with the top button of his shirt undone. His face […]
