It was early evening in Shinjuku, although one would barely be able to tell by the setting sun still shining through the windows of the Honky Tonk cafe. The regulars were ever present - Paul with his newspaper, Natsumi and Rena washing and polishing dishes behind the counter - and of course, the GetBackers were sitting at the bar ( Read more... )

Figures. It was only a matter of time before the so-called "Gods" started messing around with other peoples' lives again. Probably got bored up there on their perch ( Read more... )

Funny how in the two times Ban had been to Ryuudo Temple, they'd both had to do with incidents involving Caster. At least this one wouldn't have any sort of violent outcome ( Read more... )

[It's the same usual late afternoon crowd at the Honky Tonk; Paul behind the counter reading through the newspaper while Natsumi polishes the drink glasses and teacups. Sitting in the GetBackers' usual booth are both Ban and Rider, with him explaining the job that he and Ginji were recently hired for. There's two cups of tea - one for each of them ( Read more... )

It had been at least a couple days apart. Ban hadn't anticipated waiting this long; he'd counted on going over to Sakura's to talk to Rider the next day, but stopped when he realized that he'd no idea what to say. What could he say? It wasn't until today that he finally decided to just go. He'd know what to say and what to do once he saw her. This ( Read more... )

Well, life was starting to get back on track now that the holidays were through. Rider had accepted his proposal, Ginji was back, both on the community and at the Honky Tonk, and hell, Hevn had managed to get them a couple well-paying gigs. Still nothing to pay off the ginormous tab, but it had at least put a tiny dent in it ( Read more... )

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"Sorry, sir! Unless you can provide evidence of such attacks or provokings, we can't give you a restraining order," the police clerk chirped, the goddamn smile still on her lips. Growling, Ban slammed a fist down on the desk, then spun on his heel, jamming a cigarette between his lips ( Read more... )

To say the others were concerned about Ban's well-being was putting it lightly. He hadn't slept in the past few days, opting to just head out at night rather than stick around the Honky Tonk. He didn't go anywhere specific - usually the park in Shinjuku, though sometimes he went to the bridge as well, overlooking the city ( Read more... )

Of course. Always comes in threes ( Read more... )