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30 October 2011 @ 09:15 am
FIC: The Kebab Killer, Chapter six – The Kebab Killer  
Author: Osiris Brackhaus
Story Title: The Kebab Killer
Part: 8/10
Rating: R
Configuration M/M
Warnings: violence, angst, borderline fairytale romance
Word Count: 4.300 / 26.000
Setting: 'Phoenix Empire' verse, see Phoenix Empire Timeline & Index
Characters: Sam/Yaden
Summary: Now that Sam knows at least some truths about Yaden, things might become simpler – but there’s still a madman in town hellbent on killing snack shop owners…
Feedback: Yes, please!



Sam had talked to Colin for quite a while before they ended the connection. No more than maybe five minutes had passed, but in terms of telepathic transfer rates, that was a small eternity.

It had taken Sam much, much longer than that to at least halfway come to terms with what he had learned.

His lover was not a mere noble; he was a Phoenix Knight, a direct representative of the Emperor, able to pass justice in the Emperor’s name. As long as he was travelling on behalf of the Emperor, he was speaking with the Emperor’s voice, his commands carrying the same authority as if having come from the Emperor himself.
That he was also one of the younger sons of the Duchess of Pandora paled to insignificance in comparison.

Also, Yaden was married. And in perfect keeping with Dracon traditions, he wasn't only married to Colin. No, he was also married to a lovely woman and two other men, and they had over half a dozen children among them.

Probably most confusing at all, Colin didn't seem to mind Yaden's relationship with Sam at all. In contrary, he seemed to look forward to meeting Sam in person and welcoming him into the family.

But all those mind-boggling and in Sam's eyes plain scary facts had to wait.

Because on top of all that, Yaden was one of humanity's most powerful psychics. Even as a child, he already had been powerful enough to calm the volcanoes of his home planet, and he had grown stronger ever since. He might have forgotten that he possessed the ability to split mountains like others split firewood. But it was all still within him, and if he truly felt threatened, he might accidentally rip off a part of the planet's crust or dent the moon's orbit or something similarly disproportionate. Until he got his memories back, Yaden had to be treated like the ticking time bomb he was.

So Sam just sat on the rim of their bed and waited until his hands had stopped shaking. Then he waited a little longer until he felt strong enough to plaster a sufficiently credible smile onto his face. Finally, he took a deep breath, and walked downstairs, back into the kitchen, where Yaden was still busy cutting up the last pieces of meat.

Sam had been gone no longer than ten minutes, maybe, even though if it felt like a little lifetime to him.

“Hey love,” he said, appalled at the exhaustion he could hear in his own voice. “Sorry it took so long.”

“Good Lord,” Yaden exclaimed, putting down his cleaver and starting to wipe his bloody hands clean. “You look horrible. Are you all right?”

Sam chuckled despite himself.

“This telepathy crap is just... Let's say I'm not used to it, and it was a lot of information.” Rubbing his hair, Sam was happy that he didn't have to lie about this part of the story, at least. His head was swimming with thoughts and memories not his own, but surely nothing that had to do with his job, either. “But I have good news, believe it or not.”

Yaden looked up with anticipation. Silently, he walked over to the freezer in the corner, pulled out a bottle of ice-cold spiced schnaps and poured Sam a generous glass.

“Here,” he said, handing the glass over to Sam. “You look like you need it.”

“Thank you.”

Sam downed the glass at once and waited until he felt the familiar shudder go through him. He really wasn't used to drinking alcohol on a regular basis, but looking at the recent events in his live, it might just become a new habit.

Yaden walked back to his meat, closing the kitchen back door on his way that he seemed to have left ajar before. Calmly, he continued cleaning up, waiting for Sam to be collected enough to tell him what news he had.

“I managed to talk to my commissioner, and it seems that this 'Sir Colin' is a known problem.”

“No kidding?”

“Apparently, he's one of these bored nobles just running around telling shit to commoners.” Deep inside, it hurt Sam to talk this way of Colin, but at the same time he knew that it was the only way Yaden could feel safe for the time being. “He must have read something in the papers about your memory loss, and apparently decided that it would be fun to see how long he could keep his little game up.”

Yaden shot him a sinister look, shaking his head. His opinion about nobles hadn't been very high to start with, and now was sinking even lower. Sam wondered how that might change once Yaden had his memories back.

“But the commissioner said that there have been sufficient complaints by now that he'll bring the matter to the Duke right this afternoon. They'll make sure he won't bother us again.”

Yaden still frowned but seemed to be buying Sam's story, gathering up the remaining bones and carrying them to the bin in the corner. “Permanently sure, like in, terminally?”

“Only if he resists, or manages to royally piss off the duke. Which admittedly shouldn't be too hard for him, considering his charming personality.”

“I so hope he resists.”

Yaden discarded the bones and then stared at the back door, frowning again.

“We really have to have a look at the lock,” Yaden said slightly annoyed. Closing and this time locking the door, he added: “Damn thing always opens if it's not properly locked, and even then it doesn't always stay shut.”

“Maybe tomorrow.” Right now, there were really more important things to consider. “Also, I managed to get my commissioner to talk to the head of the Aroona here in town.”

This time, Yaden's frown turned into a slightly surprised expression. As accessible the local Aroona priests might be, as hard-to-find were their superiors.

“He managed to explain him the urgency of your situation and your run-ins with the guild and a noble, and the Temple agreed to an appointment tomorrow noon.”

“Really. That's... soon.”

“You don't sound too happy.”

“I... I don't know.” Setting down a bowl of sliced tomatoes, Yaden sighed softly and looked at Sam. “Does it make sense that I am afraid? Afraid to learn what I have forgotten?”

“Absolutely. But if you're afraid, what am I to say? Maybe, tomorrow evening I find myself without a boyfriend.”

Yaden opened his mouth to argue, but then just shook his head. “But if we both don't want my memories back – why even bother? We could just leave things the way they are.” Smiling, he added: “Live happily ever after, marry, maybe adopt a few kids... You know, get old together.”

Sitting down on the lowest steps leading to the bedroom, Sam felt his throat constrict with upcoming tears.
He already knew he would lose Yaden. And as much as he wanted to keep things just the way they were, there were too many others who needed Yaden. Who needed the Phoenix Knight, at the height of his abilities. It hurt inside like nothing ever before, but nobody really needed another kebab-shack owner. Nobody but him.

“You can't do that, Yaden. You can't keep that hole in your life forever.”

“Why not?!”

“Maybe there are others who need you. Maybe you do have a family somewhere. And you can't decide that you don't want something you don't know.”

This was an argument Yaden couldn't instantly deflate, and for a moment, he just stood at his kitchen counter, his mouth working as if rehearsing the proper retort. In the tense silence of their paused argument, the soft click of the back door opening again sounded like a taunt.

“I don't fucking believe it!” Yaden hissed at the door, slowly swinging open again. “This fucking piece of crap!”

He walked over to slam it shut once and for all, seeming almost relieved to have found a way to vent all his frustrated emotion on.

But suddenly, Sam caught a motion behind the door that instantly set him at high alert. It was just a subtle movement in the air, like ripples over a hot tin roof in summer. But to anyone who had ever seen a military-grade cloaking shield, it was the tell-tale signal that the enemy was way too close. Those cloaking shields were highly restricted technology and all but impossible to come by, but there was always at least one exception to any rule.

“Yaden!” Sam yelled sharply, “DOWN!”

Much his surprise, Yaden actually dropped like a stone, falling behind a counter that offered him some decent cover. Relieved that his love was out of the line-of-fire for now at least, Sam jumped to his feet, already reaching for the emergency shield at his wrist. But the small device was still lying upstairs on the night-stand, recharging after the incident at the gallery last night.

With helpless dread, Sam watched the back door being pushed open as if in slow-motion, and a narrow object appeared in the air, too extended to be still covered by the cloaking shield, pointing right at Sam's face. A blowpipe, the weapon all the other dead snack-shop workers had been killed with. The one the Kebab Killer had attacked Yaden with.

Sending a wordless prayer to whatever deity might be listening, Sam dropped to the side, hoping that he would be fast enough to evade the first shot. But he knew that his chances were below slim. On this short a distance, even an untrained attacker could hardly miss. And the Kebab Killer was hardly untrained, given his track record.

As soon as he hit the ground, Sam crouched close to the nearest counter, wondering if maybe the poison the killer used was numbing the pain, for he didn't feel the sting of a blow dart anywhere. Cautiously, he looked around to face the door, and found a tiny, green-feathered blow dart hovering mere inched away from his thigh. Just hovering, not moving in any direction, just spinning lazily around itself.

“No!” Yaden's exclamation was less a word but a low, threatening growl, but the meaning couldn't have been any clearer.

Already dreading what he was about to see, Sam turned his head the other way, and found Yaden standing next to the counter he had been hiding behind. His bare feet planted wide apart, he obviously was in some kind of a combat stance, his hands raised once again. There was almost a palpable hum of concentrated anger and power emanating from Yaden, as if the whole house was suddenly breathing in unison with him.

Yaden lightly opened his right hand, and the blow dart next to Sam dropped to the ground with a silvery tinkle.

From the door came a muffled, struggling sound. Yaden pulled his outstretched left hand closer to his body, and the sound of struggled breathing and helplessly working feet on the ground grew louder. This close, Sam could make out the shape of a man inside the cloaking shield, arms awkwardly pressed to his sides, trying to break free.

Slowly, Yaden closed his left hand, and even through the agonized scream of the hardly visible man, the crunch and snap of breaking bones was still audible.

“Never again...” Yaden said, grimly, and brought his hands together with a resounding clap.

Instantly, the kebab killer exploded.

From one blink to another, the invisible man turned into a crimson cloud of tiny, meaty bits, covering every surface in the small kitchen with such force that Sam felt the impact of each drop through his clothes. Where there had been a man standing only a heartbeat before, just a bunch of shredded clothes and a single, mangled shoe were sacking together in a wet, gory heap.

Every nearby surface was splattered crimson, with bits and pieces of skin and meat and bones slowly sliding down the walls or dropping off the ceiling with a sickening, wet sound. It was incredible how much gore a single body could produce.

“Sam? Sam, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Yaden's worried question only reached Sam as if through a wall of water. Utterly disgusted but unable to look away, Sam watched as a long strip of something very organic peeled itself off the blood-covered back door, the sucking sound resounding in his adrenalin-sharpened mind.

And then, all of a sudden, the revolting smell hit Sam, overwhelming what little control he had left in an instant. Before he could even think about throwing up, he found himself puking his guts right on the kitchen floor next to him, half-digested blob-on-a-stick hardly worsening the overall mess.

While he was still retching, Yaden was suddenly kneeling at his side, offering him surprisingly clean paper towel and calmly supporting him.

“Shh,” he said gently. “As long as you can still puke like this, you're not poisoned. It'll be all right, love. Just take your time.”

Groaning softly, Sam let his head drop against his lover's shoulder. A long moment passed until he felt composed enough to talk again.

“Couldn't you just have arrested him?”

“What for?” Yaden asked coolly, finally showing that he was a noble, after all. “He got what he deserved. Bastard.”

“I mean, couldn't you just have snapped his neck?” Sitting up again, Sam gestured around the blood-covered room. Now that all the adrenalin was finally receeding, he felt nothing but exhaustion. “Was this mess really necessary?”

Non-chalantly, Yaden just shrugged. “It's not as if I had a plan. Just wanted to kill him. But you're right, I do have to work on a less messy way of killing people.”

Adding another shrug and a lopsided smile that looked rather worrisome among all the blood, Yaden added cheerfully: “What a luck I've brought the meat and the bread to the front room already.”

“Gods, you're impossible.” Looking around the kitchen, Sam tried to get his mind out of its shocked state and back to working properly. “We should call the precinct, I think. They will need our statements and probably will want to take some evidence.

“Well, there's evidence enough around here,” Yaden said, picking a piece of bone from Sam's shoulder and flung it into a corner. “But you're right, of course. After all, they'll be happy to learn we caught the bastard before he could do any more harm.”

The Ducal Crescents would have been happier if there had been a suspect to arrest, or at least a body to show to the press. A bucket full of gore just wasn't that convincing for the general public.

On the other hand, maybe calling the DCs wasn't such a good idea, after all, Sam realized with a cold wave of fear. His colleagues sure would ask questions about Yaden's abilities, and it wouldn't take them long to figure out that something was seriously fishy. And then Yaden would feel threatened and do unimaginable things just to keep the two of them safe. Heavens, maybe one of them would even recognize Yaden as the Phoenix Knight he was.
On the other hand, his colleagues had been eating Yaden's kebabs for several weeks now with absolutely no-one even getting suspicious. So why should they now?

Because there is the most wanted serial killer in recent history of the capital splattered all across the kitchen, Sam answered his own question silently.

With a soft groan, he sat up straighter and reached for the cell-phone in his chest pocket. With shaking hands, Sam tried to type in the number, but gave up after a few attempts. He was only covering the phone in the same, sticky gore that was clinging to his hands, and he was just too exhausted to clean himself up first. So he closed his eyes and concentrated.

>>Psions' Guild?<<

>>Hello Sam. How can I help?<< Cool and crisp, the voice of P2 Prime was like a breeze of fresh air in Sam's mind. Though the fact that it was P2 Prime instead of some ordinary operator made Sam frown again.

>>Have you been listening the whole time?<< he asked rather brusquely.

>>No.<< The reply came with a soft mental smile and a gentle apology for being attentive to those people he cared for. >>Do you want me to put you through to your boss?<<

>>Yes please... And sorry for being so paranoid.<<

Again, P2 Prime didn't answer with words, just with the feeling of understanding and deep familiarity with the problem. He really didn't mind. Then there was the subtle shift of another mind being connected to Sam's, and a firm, assertive mental voice with surprising volume appeared in his mind.

>>Yes? Hello? Is there anyone?<<

The mental voice was unfamiliar to Sam, and didn't seem to belong to anyone he knew.

>>Commissioner Myers?<<

>>No.<< A clear mental image of a snarky chuckle followed. >>This is Duke Veruda.<<

If Sam hadn't already been completely emotionally exhausted, he would have fainted with mortification on the spot. The Duke of P2, of all people, the highest-ranking noble on the planet next to the Emperor. And he had requested a direct telepathic communication with him!
But thing being as they were, Sam merely came to the conclusion that maybe, things concerning Phoenix Knights working undercover and turning into potential time-bombs were actually best sorted out with the highest governing local noble, who also happened to be Sam's commander-in-chief, after all. He wasn’t called a Ducal Crescent for nothing. Maybe it was even better not to have poor Commissioner Myers know too many things.

>> My Lord, I have a situation here involving a Phoenix Knight, a severe memory loss and a minced Kebab Killer. You will need to set up some kind of policy for the DC on how to proceed, and I am at a total loss who is responsible for such a thing or who is allowed to know what. Shall I give you what little detail I have? <<

If Duke Veruda was surprised, there was no trace of it in his mental voice. >> Not necessary, I'll check directly with Commander Li-Ma. Who's the Phoenix Knight in question? <<

>> Sir Yaden, Sir. <<

>> That explains a lot. Please hang on, I'll be right back. <<

Sam sent his wordless agreement, but the Duke was already gone. Having nothing to do while waiting for him to have gathered all the necessary information, Sam looked around, searching for Yaden.

Apparently, the under-cover Phoenix Knight was rummaging around in the small room under the stairs, judging by the noises. A moment later, Yaden returned, his face and arms already mostly clean again, carrying a large glass of cold mineral water and a big squeegee.

“Here, love,” he said, putting the cold beverage into Sam's hand. “I think that's better for you than alcohol now.”

With a slight frown, Yaden eyed the slowly drying mess on the ceiling and the walls, and the then squeegee in his hands.

“Do you think your colleagues would mind if I already started 'gathering the evidence'? I mean, if I start now, I could have the kitchen at least hosed down before business really starts tonight.”

Despite everything, Sam had to laugh out loud. Maybe Yaden had just killed a man in the goriest fashion imaginable, but his only worry was getting the work done so his customers would have at least some kind of emergency menu tonight. In a way, it was obvious who of them was the more experienced crime fighter.

“Yes, I think they would mind.”

“But why? I mean, it's not as if they'd question what we tell them, or that there is anything left of the killer that could tell them anything.”

“Just don't. Please.” Sighing, he could already guess what his colleagues would to if they heard that Yaden had slain the Kebab Killer. And it sure as hell wouldn't contain anything that's written in the DC handbook. But they should at least try to make it look like due process. “Just wait until they were here and made a few pictures. They'll hurry up and then help you cleaning.”

Yaden looked calculating for a moment, then shrugged with a tiny smile and put the squeegee into a corner.

“A few helping hands sure won't hurt.” Looking down on Sam who was still sitting on the ground, covered in splatters of blood and other, less savoury substances, he asked: “You sure you are fine?”

“I will be in a minute.” Braving a smile for Yaden, Sam added affectionately: “I'm just not so used to all the gore, and still a little shaky.”

“Maybe then you shouldn't be sitting in the middle of it?”

“You've got a point there.”

Grimacing with disgust, Sam rose from the ground, cautious not to make more of a mess than there already was. Carefully, he walked over the slippery tiles and out the back door, almost managing to ignore the crunching bits under his feet and the bone shrapnel that was still buried in the soft wood of the door.

The 'backyard' was no more than a patch of mossy rocks and weedy grass, a few meters wide with walls on all sides. It was raining lightly, but the air outside was fresh and Sam could faintly hear the waves breaking in the bay below. From a drainpipe, a small rivulet of water was running off a moss-covered neighbouring roof, and Sam started washing the worst of the gore from his hands and face, the rain a pleasant help.

>> Officer Balmoral? << the Duke's voice suddenly returned back into Sam's head with its well-known but still startling volume. >> I think I have established the necessary orders, my Crescents will be at your position any minute now. <<

>> Oh good, << Sam replied, only belatedly remembering that the man he was talking to was his god-damn duke. >> So they will treat Yaden carefully enough, my Lord? <<

>> Don't worry. I told them you two did a great job and all they still had to do was taking pictures.<< With a mental smile, Duke Veruda added: >> And shaking hands, of course. Good job, Officer. <<

>> Thank you, my Lord, but it was mostly Yaden who - <<

>> I wasn't talking about the Kebab Killer.<<

>> Oh. <<

>> You're the first guy who actually thought that out aloud, << the Duke said with the waning concentration of a man whose attention was direly needed elsewhere. >> Will I see you at the ball next month? <<

>> Of course, my Lord. <<

>> Looking forward to shaking your hand, Officer. Until then. <<

>> Yes, my Lord. <<

And as abruptly as it had appeared, the Duke's mental presence vanished from Sam's mind.

Silently, Sam continued washing the worst bits off himself. Even though the smell would probably stick with him for the rest of his life, in his mind at least, it felt intensely relieving to see the red water run away between the rocks of the backyard and disappear through their little drain in the corner.

Behind him, in the kitchen, he could hear Yaden talk to some utterly disbelieving DC officer in measured, friendly tones. Yaden sounded rather like a man recounting how he had accidentally found a long-lost cat, not like someone explaining how he turned psychic woodchipper on a serial killer. But still, it was good to hear Yaden finally talk without stress in his voice, as if suddenly a lot of tension had fallen off him.

“Hey love.” Yaden walked out into the yard, not caring about the gentle rain either. “Your colleagues are here now, and they're almost not miffed that it wasn't one of them who got the bastard. But apart from that, they're really nice, just taking some pictures and then they'll help me hose down the place.”

There was something in Yaden's look, a certain happiness, some kind of relief mixed with pride and joy, that took Sam a little moment to make sense of.
But then, he realized that all the time, Yaden hadn't been worried about himself, or the things he might have done in his past. He had worried about what all that might do to their relationship, and to Sam consequentially. He had been so stressed because he hadn't had a proper idea on how to protect him. But now, with both Crazy Sir Colin and the Kebab Killer out of the picture, there was nothing Yaden saw as a threat to Sam's happiness.

The joy Sam could see in his lover's eyes was the joy that Sam was safe now. He was a Phoenix Knight, after all. Even if he was currently pretending to run a kebab shack in Downtown.

“Are you really sure you want to open tonight after all that has happened?”

“Like hell!” Smirking, Yaden added: “Last thing I want to do is allow that bastard the power to see my shop closed again even for a single night. Though it's only going to be dry kebab rolls and soda, tonight. I'm not squeamish, but even I wouldn't want to eat anything out of that kitchen.”

Laughing, Sam hugged Yaden, both seeping wet by now from the rain.

“I love you, you know that?”

“Sure I do.” Calmly leaning his head against Sam's chest, they stood in the rain, together, for a long moment. Then, after a deep, relaxed breath, Yaden remarked: “You still got bone chips in your hair. What about we tell your colleagues how they have to clean my kitchen and then we two go and have a long, hot shower?”

“Just a shower?”

“Just a shower.”

“That sounds like a tremendously great idea.”


 
 
 
idolme922idolme922 on October 30th, 2011 03:47 pm (UTC)
Always so happy to see your post!! I have to say I found myself giggling in parts. You so skillfully put humor in with the icky parts!

'...and a minced Kebab Killer...' And

'...how he turned psychic woodchipper on a serial killer.'

Very funny and also quite appropriate to the story and Sam's sense of humor.

Loved it! Looking forward to the next.
:D Alana
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on October 31st, 2011 08:57 am (UTC)
Thanks so much, and yes, Sam's dry humor really helped me through the gorier parts.

Glad I could make you smile!
jouet89: pic#112979394jouet89 on October 30th, 2011 08:09 pm (UTC)
Great chapter again!

">>No.<< A clear mental image of a snarky chuckle followed. >>This is Duke Veruda.<<" <-- Well, this was a big LOL. Poor Sam, he has to suffer a lot for his loved one:)
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on October 31st, 2011 08:59 am (UTC)
Oh, Duke Veruda is a very special brand of cool.
Don't know yet, but he might even show up in other stories, seeing that he is one of the very special darlings of my lovely wife. ^^

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!
BerthaBlueberthablue on October 31st, 2011 05:08 am (UTC)
Hehehe :) I was so giggly while I read this! I love the nonchalant way that Yaden deals with this! Psychic woodchipper... love it!
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on October 31st, 2011 09:01 am (UTC)
Hmm... It should have been tense and exciting... but I think I am pretty fine with giggly! But then again, my lovely wife gigglesnorted her way through the second half of this post, too, so I really shouldn't be surprised.

Thanks for commenting!
BerthaBlueberthablue on October 31st, 2011 12:39 pm (UTC)
I think there was some tension, but Yaden was so chill about it - "pfft, of *course* I blow people up with my mind everyday, what, don't the other kebab shack owners do that?"
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on November 1st, 2011 07:57 am (UTC)
Ah well, that is Yaden for you. No memory loss in the world could take away his dry attitude when there's work to be done.
triptyxtriptyx on November 1st, 2011 02:01 am (UTC)
Bwuahaha Yaden is preoccupied with opening his Kebab-shop after making 'minced Kebab Killer'! >:D ;)

I am still intrigued of the Kebab Killers motif for killing, I am with Sam on that one, it would have been nice to being able to interrogate him!

But now I am feeling a little bit sad, because I feel that even if Yaden is now happy sir Colin is supposedly of their backs and the serial killer is also out of the way, it means the job is done and his time with Sam is coming to an end! :S

And why exactly was a powerful Phoenix Knight needed for this undercover job? Was the serial killer something more ?
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on November 1st, 2011 08:16 am (UTC)
Yup, the death of the Kebab Killer is the beginning of the end of Yaden's time as snack shop owner. *sigh* But as you can see, there's still two chapters left, so it's neither the end of this story nor their story.

And the Duke requested a Phoenix Knight because a serial killer in the capital is looking way too much as if he were loosing his iron grip on security there. Veruda waited a few weeks for his men to sort things out, but when that didn't happen, he asked his brother (the Emperor) for support. And at the time of this story, there was only one Phoenix Knight innocuous enough to work undecover...
triptyxtriptyx on November 1st, 2011 10:57 pm (UTC)
Yaden is the innocuous Phoenix Knight? O__o :D :D :D

So Duke Veruda is brother to the emperor, interesting...*goes to check timeline* ;) :D
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on November 2nd, 2011 07:29 am (UTC)
Well, let me rephrase that - Yaden is the innocuously looking Phoenix Knight. And a really nice guy.

The others are so... idiosyncratic that it would be all but impossible for them to hide in plain view like Yaden. Also, employing any other Phoenix Knight would have significantly raised the chance for widespread destruction, which no-one really wanted to risk in the middle of the capital.
triptyxtriptyx on November 2nd, 2011 06:35 pm (UTC)
I was trying to be teasing! ;) :) I think we all know that Yaden is really a good guy, but it was funny to think of the half-God that can make you explode with a thought, as innocuous! >:D >:D :)
Other Phoenix Knights would have spread mayhem then? ;)
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on November 2nd, 2011 07:50 pm (UTC)
Yeah, the other Knights are either more violent (as in complete lack of de-escalation skills) or tend to turn everything into big-scale drama.

But give us a little time, you'll meet the rest of the bunch soon enough. ^^
hab318princesshab318princess on November 26th, 2011 10:23 pm (UTC)
wonderful chapter, really enjoyed that
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on November 27th, 2011 03:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much, and thanks for commenting!