The Bakery Owning Red

Stop in whenever y'like. I'll always have somethin' good for ya. AU Izumo RP Blog for lilredspitfire's Little Red Riding Hood-based universe. (Indefinite Semi/Selective Hiatus) Tracking: theredowner m!a: None Relationship status: Single.

[twinsandsabers]

Witches..? Hm, perhaps his world was more based on fantasy than merely the past then. It was a good thing she read fantasy novels, it gave her an advantage of sorts of knowing what kind of world he lived in.

“Magic…Yes, I suppose you can call it that.” She nodded and put on a thoughtful expression.

“We’ll have to do some research and see if any other dimensional rifts have been formed. Apprehending said Strain might also be a good plan of action, as if they caused this, they can hopefully fix it.“

[the-red-owner]

Izumo was somehow relieved by the thought that there was a similarity between his old world and this new one. Not that magic was the most comforting of thoughts, considering all he had seen happen, but it would be something he could work with.

“Are Strain easy t’find?” he asked, wondering if there were markers or if they blended in just like the witches in his world.

[the-red-owner]

(Both of the bar’s blogs are caught up, and I have one thing drafted for fenrirsrefrain. If I forgot a thread of ours, please let me know! I need to go back to sleep to work tonight. OTL)

[the-red-owner]

(Oh my god, guys. OTL I forgot Izumo’s log-in information for the past how many ever weeks, and it took reviving my dead, cracked phone to get his email. Well... It’s back now. I still feel like a dumbass, but I’m back in...)

[togovernwithdecorum]

“Indeed, your world seems far safer. And if I had to have a wolf at the gates, I would perhaps prefer for it to be Mr. Fushimi.”

“How fortunate you are that if anyone in your world was given superhuman powers, it would be him. He is a responsible, hardworking young man, even if he does have, as you say, an ‘attitude’. I do hope he is happy there.”

Mr. Fushimi, a wolfman… Reisi can’t help but picture horror movie makeup, and Mr. Fushimi with fangs and wild hair–big paws for hands, with claws each two inches long. The picture, perhaps, comes to mind easier than he would ever admit to Mr. Fushimi himself.

“And I am glad to hear that there are a few faces there that you will recognize in this town. Ms. Kushina will no doubt be happy to see you, and she will likely be able to tell us what is going on. Mr. Yata may have some difficulties–your other self did, after all, leave for Germany shortly after the events leading up to Suoh’s death–and has been gone since. Mr. Kamamoto, I am sure, will be happy to see you, however. Ah, do you know him, as well?”

He checked his phone again. Nothing, yet, from Ms. Awashima. How unusual.

Well, perhaps it was difficult to trace Kusanagi’s steps. The man had, after all, not wished for Scepter 4 to do much prying into his affairs… Reisi had his suspicions. Kusanagi had not become the Red King, but no other successor was apparent. Ms. Kushina had all but dropped off Scepter 4′s radar, a very difficult feat–but then, she was a child, even if she was a Strain, whose only criminal ties had been to her guardians. Still, Reisi believed that that particular silence was Kusanagi’s work–an effort to protect the girl, from Scepter 4. Understandable. Mr. Yata remained in the bar. The rest of HOMRA had gone home, to parents in Kamamoto’s case.

[the-red-owner]

“He is,” the baker replied about Saruhiko. “Even if he has to live in the forest, he’s got Yata-chan to keep him company, and even I’ll bring him some food once in a while.”

Izumo would be amused by Munakata’s mental image of Saruhiko, but probably even more floored by the way the young man fit the typical “animal ears and tail” stereotype in this world. Perhaps the person who cursed Saruhiko had that sense of humor.

The tiredness was starting to overtake the injured man and he closed his eyes, the motion of the van over the uneven road soothing when it wasn’t severe enough to be painful. But, he could still listen and talk, voice coming out more weary. “Anna-chan always did seem pretty perceptive. She’s young, but you’d think she knew everythin’ about ya just from lookin’ at ya...”

His lips twitched at the mention of another one of his bakers, and he nodded. “Kamamoto-san is a good cook, too. Ya really do know everyone I know. Totsuka, Yata, n’ Kamamoto all work for me. But, it doesn’t surprise me that Yata-chan would be upset if I left. He’s always been more emotional.”

If he knew more about them, it also wouldn’t surprise the baker that everyone mentioned had ended up under the same roof with HOMRA. Somehow, the same had happened in his world as well, people with not nearly as much in common as most in his bakery as friends, employees, and customers. At least there was a bond between them here that would help them through the loss of Mikoto and Totsuka.

Now... “What exactly is Germany, and why wouldn’t I be helpin’ everyone after losin’ two of their own?”

[the-red-owner]

(I haven’t forgotten the rest of the Dream asks~! I’m going to get to those within the next few days now that I don’t have quite so much to do after work. As always, feel free to send stuff. I love to answer it. X3)

[the-red-owner]

Ah, it had been too long since he had last picked up his fiddle. He hoped it was still in tune after collecting dust for so long. He felt he hadn’t touched it since the last time he was asked to play for the town’s small summer festival. 

Actually, he had probably played during the harvest festival. Either way, far too long.

The baker delicately picked up the worn case, undoing the small ties that held it closed, and removed the instrument, letting his fingers test the tension on the strings and cringing when each note went flat.

He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. The weather was warmer and more humid. It was only natural for the strings to lose their tuning with a change such as that. His only saving grace was that the cold winter hadn’t snapped the neck. He really should have checked on it more frequently.

He took a few moments to tune the fiddle and test it once more, pleased with the vibrations across the wooden body. A quick check ensured the harmony between the strings was in place.

Izumo tightened the hairs on the bow and brushed them carefully across the rosin block he had tucked away in the corner of the case. When they were sufficiently prepared, he took a deep breath, placed the bow to the strings, and relaxed when the pitch filled his small home. 

There. Practice had begun, fortunately not with too much delay. He would make sure not to disappoint those who were looking forward to dancing with his fiddling. 

[fenrirsrefrain]

The blonde do a deep breath and then start to walk using all the streng he have, just some more steps and they can rest at least 2 minutes before treat that wound on the older’s leg.

The blue eyes open in surprise for the coment and then look down and stop in front of the door and put his hand on the poket to take the keys

          -....You’re maybe not the Izumo I know...            But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you die there...            Less knowing there’s someone waiting for you....-

He said as he introduce the key on the door and open it and then closing it behind them and walk to the elevator. He couldn’t sleep with the idea of left one of the person who helped him and considers part of his family in a dark alley, even if it’s not the one he knows, his conscience will not let him forget that...

[the-red-owner]

“This place’s ‘me.’ What’s he like?”

The question was out before he could stop it as he waited for the door to open. He was oddly glad that even in this strange world, people still opened doors the normal way, with keys and locks. They looked different, smaller and thinner, but the idea was the same.

The baker felt mildly bad that he was dripping blood all over the inside now, but he supposed he could clean it up later if his leg would let him. He hated being a bother to people, and he didn’t mind cleaning. Izumo couldn’t let others take care of his mess.

Continuing the train of thought, he asked, “Like, what does he do for work? Who are his friends? Stuff like that...”

[togovernwithdecorum]

“I have already contacted Ms. Awashima for that, to tell you the truth.”

It would certainly clear up some questions–namely, solving the question of whether this man was a double or not. He pulled out his phone to text her.

Please contact me when you have received word from Kusanagi, immediately.

“And you are correct–very few people wished to harm Mr. Totsuka. His murder was the subject for framing another individual, in order to cause Suoh to start a war between the factions of this city. Imagine, if you will, that the bounty hunters did something so reckless as to burn down a city in pursuit of a single individual–and the police had to stop them. That is what Suoh would have done, to find this murderer.”

“I certainly am glad to think that there is a world where none of that happened.”

His phone alerted him to Ms. Awashima’s reply–a terse, Understood.

Another of himself–another Munakata Reisi who did not know what it was to have stabbed Suoh Mikoto through the heart–a Munakata Reisi who did not live with the knowledge that he, too, would follow in Suoh’s footsteps? Who was mayor of this town where Kusanagi ran a bakery, and did not know what guns or cars were?

–No, it was simply too far-fetched. He sighed.

Time to test Kusanagi’s reaction to… various others, of their shared acquaintances.

“If you know Mr. Yata Misaki, or my own subordinate, Mr. Fushimi, they are both quite all right in this world. So is Miss Kushina Anna.”

[the-red-owner]

Izumo was floored, struggling to make sense of a world that led Mikoto to be so vengeful, for Totsuka to be used in that kind of way, as nothing but a play-thing. A device for causing an all out war. He swallowed hard, staring at the van wall to the side of Munakata’s head.

“No offense, Munakata-san... I don’t think I like this world too much...”

He offered a weak smile and found himself glad that he lived in such a relatively peaceful village. It slid from his expression when he realized it was very likely he would never see his village again and be stuck in this hell of a world without his two best friends.

The baker allowed himself a relieved sigh that at least Anna was all right, as well as Yata and Saruhiko. If the shy but friendly girl who he often gave extra treats was unhappy, he might just decide to kill someone himself.

Or at least hurt them badly. He wasn’t beyond causing pain to someone who deserved it. It just didn’t happen all that often.

“Anna-chan lives with her aunt. She’s sweet n’ always gets extra treats from us. Yata-chan in particular can’t resist, treats her like a little sister. He bakes better than ya might expect. If ya can find somethin’ he likes, he goes all in.”

“As for Saruhiko-san, he’s not allowed in the village... Somethin’ ‘bout a curse, turned into a wolf. With his attitude, it doesn’t surprise me he’d upset someone somehow. Don’t even know the full story behind it.”

He gave a more genuine smile, small but there. “Our li’l red can’t seem t’stay away from ‘im, but at least Saruhiko-san treats him all right most a’ the time.”

[the-red-owner]

inquisitivextrickster said:In Your Dreams Eric and Izumo

“Eric...” He groaned the word, the feel of the shifter’s lips upon his neck making him react in an uncomfortable way. His pants were quickly becoming too tight to be bearable, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted Eric to stop or continue raising a mark there. 

It had still been far too long since he’d had this kind of contact, even to the point of being unable to take care of himself while Eric was around. And when Eric was out hunting, the moment he came back, Izumo knew he would be able to smell what he had done. He just couldn’t do that to either of them.

In his own history of stupid decisions, he was too high strung to avoid making one more. He grabbed Eric’s hips and pulled them against his own to grind, shifting them to the other’s ass to kneed and have an even better angle at guiding Eric against him.

It was mind-numbing the way his body reacted, everything too hot and already feeling like he was close to coming just from the first bit of contact. Eric was moaning and crying out for more and his already non-existent rhythm devolved into harsh, needy thrusts against him. 

“Ah...shit...” 

He slammed Eric into the nearest wall, hands against it while his hips continued working against the shifter’s, his breath coming in short bursts as he pressed their lips together and struggled to get enough air through his nose.

Izumo was going to finish embarrassingly fast if this kept up, and he couldn’t bring himself to care. This wasn’t about finesse, wasn’t supposed to be a slow climb of passion. He needed release. It was so close... He could feel it building up, and he was usually quiet in bed, but he had to work to bite back the sounds threatening to make themselves known.

“F-fuck... Close.”

There it was, needed relief, almost his-

And ripped away as half of him ended up off the bed he had apparently been grinding on, leaving him awake, surprised, and uncomfortable.

How cruel... His wet dream hadn’t even given him the relief he needed, the perfect excuse to claim he was unaware of what he was doing. Instead, he was left awkwardly hard with Eric at the foot of his bed staring at him. He checked the wind up clock on the side table to see it was almost three.

Perfect time to find some nighttime ingredients. So what if he was going to be doing a little more than gathering plants while he was out there?

He was both proud of himself for keeping a level head from earlier and disappointed that his dreams seemed to think he would be anything but a considerate lover regardless of how long it had been. But now, he needed to get out of this situation and prevent more of those dreams from happening.

“Good thing I wanted t’ go get some spices t’night...yeah?” he said, shoving himself up out of the bed. “You’ll watch the house while I go?”

He certainly hoped so, at least.

[the-red-owner]

inquisitivextrickster said:In Your Dreams Reiko and Izumo

Damn, he did love when she took charge of him, throwing him on the bed and teasing him. He went willingly (though with a little “objection”) and grinned up at her when she pinned his wrists. “Think it’s that easy to hold me down?” he asked mockingly, pretending to have difficulty pulling his hands away.

He acted quickly to flip them over and pin her instead, grinding his hips against her and smirking when she reacted to push back on him. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that.”

Izumo knew she could do it, teasing and testing Reiko’s willingness to take complete control. There was no doubt in his mind she was stronger than him. Whether she would act on it was something else.

He got his answer when she forced him onto his back by rolling them, and he felt his back hit the bed with a large amount of force. He was still grinning though, very eager to see what she would do next.

“Ah...fuck, Reiko...”

He muttered the words in a strained voice when she sank all the way down on him with no warning, rocking her hips without waiting for him to adjust to the sensation. The baker let out a strangled groan when she lifted all the way off, only to take him back in faster than before.

Her hands had pressed on his wrists again, keeping him from touching her and adding to the urgency he felt to be closer. He needed it, more contact, more of her skin, and more leverage so he could do more than give little, forced thrusts inside of her that weren’t satisfying the need to move.

The build was both too fast and too slow, time making no sense as he lost himself with her and gave hushed demands for her to let him go that she only laughed at. They both knew he was only playing her game, not truly objecting to the positions they had found.

When he finally came, it was blinding. Literally blinding. As his eyes flew open, he closed them just as quickly at the bright sunlight filtering through his windows and directly into his blown pupils from where he had just woken up.

He took a few moments to collect himself and focus on the situation. 

Nightclothes? Check. No Reiko? Check. 

...damp pants? An unfortunate check.

He groaned and slowly opened his eyes again, dragging himself out of bed to clean up and start the day. No sense in dwelling on it right now, but maybe he could convince her to do that scenario with him later. When it came to Reiko’s abilities, he was always sure that reality would be better than any dream.

[misarumi]

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April 10, 2012   Kusanagi Izumo

by Azano Kouhei

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[the-red-owner]

togovernwithdecorum said:"In Your Dreams" [if it's all right to add this to the baker's complicated uncomfortable feelings at the moment about the mayor]

“Munakata-san~.”

His voice was teasing, each syllable separated by a kiss pressed to the other man’s chest. 

“So uptight. ‘s like this uniform makes ya even less able t’relax.”

Izumo would never have thought in a million years that Munakata would be such a willing and receptive partner, letting Izumo do all the work and staring at him somewhat mockingly. He let his nimble fingers work down the buttons of the Blue King’s coat, smirking the entire time.

“Let me help with that~.”

Once both coat and undershirt were open and exposing the skin beneath, he continued his trail of kisses back up, skirting his jaw, but never finding lips.

“King, huh?”

The baker chuckled, glancing down to the King’s pants and pressing a palm to the proof of the effect Izumo was having on him.

“Seems only right for me t’serve ya then, yeah?”

He popped the button on them, undoing the zipper and pulling out his prize, pressing a kiss to the head, tongue flicking at the crease where it met the shaft. Determined to get some kind of reaction from the man beneath him, he took him all the way in, feeling the tip bump against the back of his throat as he hummed encouragingly.

Strange... It was like Munakata wasn’t even into this at all. He lifted his head when he got no response, only to see a white pillow where his lover had previously been and he jolted, shaking himself out of his dream and rubbing his palm over his face when he realized what had happened.

It had only been one day in this stupid world and already he was dreaming about the only person he was familiar with who also happened to be here? Never mind that he had also flipped himself onto his stomach and his thigh really didn’t appreciate the movement.

He forced himself onto his back with a groan, face screwed up as he came to the full realization of both of his problems. 

His thigh still hurt like hell...

And an entirely different part of him was aching as well.

“What the hell...”

He grumbled it to himself as he lifted the loose waistband of his pants out of the way and determinedly did not think of teasing violet eyes as he solved at least one of those problems rather quickly.

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[the-red-owner]

Izumo was somewhat relieved to hear that the other him was not a terrible person. Even more intriguing was that this Izumo seemed to share a lot of characteristics with him. Despite the pain, he still managed to hold a fond smile at remembering what he needed to return to.

“Someone has to,” he said, latching onto the chance at conversation. “Who knows what Totsuka n’ Mikoto’d get up to without someone keepin’ ‘em in line. Yata, too. I swear, he and Saruhiko will get into trouble somehow. The woods around the village aren’t the safest.”

He had no way to know he was probably saying things that were no comfort to Munakata about his current state of mind. It kept his mind off of the burning ache in his leg, and he chuckled weakly at the mention of his other self being associated with criminals.

“’s kinda funny… This me sounds like someone a person might put a bounty on. They’d send Mikoto after me…If he was in the mood, of course. Assumin’ there’s a me n’ you in both places, ya gotta know Mikoto, yeah?”

He gave a grunt of pain as the vehicle began moving, which stopped his rambling. The baker didn’t usually talk so much, but he had also never experienced quite this amount of shock. He grimaced and waited for Munakata to begin speaking again.

[togovernwithdecorum]

“I do know Suoh. Mr. Kusanagi, you… truly do not know this place?”

Kusanagi had never struck Reisi as the sort to make something up quite so fanciful as all this–had never struck Reisi as the sort who would believe it. Yet there was no illusion on him, so this had nothing to do with a Strain.

Whatever this was, it came from Kusanagi himself. And he knew Mr. Totsuka, Mr. Yata, Mr. Fushimi…

Mr. Fushimi, even? And he remembered him as though Mr. Fushimi and Mr. Yata were friends? It only furthered Reisi’s belief that this was Kusanagi, addled somehow by grief–transported back in time, by his own mind.

…It did not explain the ‘mayor’ belief.

“Please remain calm. There is no point in hiding it from you, but I must ask you to remember that–if what you are saying is true, the man I refer to is not the bounty hunter you consider your friend.”

And if it was all a dream, then. Reisi could think of no better comfort than to let Kusanagi know this world’s truths, and know that they were distinct from what Kusanagi’s own beliefs currently were, until they could find him better help.

“Suoh Mikoto died last year. By my hand, though I assure you I did my utmost to prevent that situation. It is… a complicated power that he wielded, and Mr. Totsuka’s murder last year set in motion a chain of events that meant that when Suoh got his revenge, he would have taken the entire city with him had I not done what I did. I am truly sorry. I wish it had been otherwise. I hope we can return you to where you belong–but until then, I believe it is only right to fill you in on the situation here.”

[the-red-owner]

Izumo was sure he had made it clear that he wasn’t from this city. He wasn’t used to Munakata being so caught off-guard, to the point he was asking for extra clarifications for something that he had attempted to spell out clearly.

However, he could certainly understand the need for concern at the words that followed. His eyes grew wider, and he instinctively leaned away from the man who explained that the two friends he had spoken about were apparently...

“Dead...?”

The word came out disbelieving and forced, Izumo unable to imagine Munakata killing Mikoto, and Totsuka, who was so full of life and happiness and joy having met a similar fate. His awareness shifted, the throbbing in his leg much more apparent, whatever mental barrier he had constructed to deal with the pain having been torn down by the shock of learning about his friends’ deaths in this world.

His mind seemed stuck on that one particular aspect of “Munakata killed Mikoto,” poisoning his thoughts with the idea that it could happen in his own world, but seemingly not without good reason. “What d’ya mean...he would have taken this place with him? N’ who would hurt Totsuka?”

And worst of all, if he was feeling this stunned from just learning that they were gone in this world, he couldn’t even begin to imagine how his other self could feel. 

“Where’s the other me? I wanna talk t’him when all this gets sorted out.”

He was determined to hear the story from himself, wondering how he could move on from losing his friends, maybe have some ideas on how to handle it if the same happened in his own world. He trusted himself more than Munakata, if he was being honest.

[the-red-owner]

It was difficult not to keep checking the door every other minute when it had been so long since he had tended to a customer. He was bored out of his mind with nothing to do but watch the door. His pastries were done, bread freshly baked in its pretty baskets, the place cleaned from top to bottom...

He let his cheek rest in his hand as he propped his elbow up on the counter. Only a few more hours to go until closing. Maybe someone would stop by...

[twinsandsabers]

She glanced at the monitor next to him, wondering how on earth she would be able to explain the machinery to the man. Clearly machines were not a part of his world, and she started to wonder if his world was based more off the past than anything else.

“Ah…To put it simply, it’s there to check your heartbeat.” Not necessarily the best explanation she could give, but she hoped he would understand it.

A frown formed on her face as he had told her what had happened to him prior to her finding him. She recalled a data file regarding a Strain who had the ability to create small dimensional rifts. They were mostly just simple portals to get to one place to another, but perhaps that power had gone vastly out of control and opened a rift into a parallel world?

“I’m certain this must be the doing of a Strain…” She mused, then realized he probably had no idea what a Strain even was. “Oh, a Strain is a person with…special abilities one could say. Their abilities differ from person to person, but we might be dealing with one that creates portals connecting to other worlds.” Briefly she wondered if she should tell him she was a Strain herself.

[the-red-owner]

He could understand that much, as he knew it sounded in time with his pulse. He just wasn’t sure how, but he supposed that wasn’t as important right now.

“So... Like magic?” he asked, completely serious as he listened to her explanation. “We do have powerful witches in our world, and they don’t sound all that different from what you’re sayin’.”

He had never known of one that was quite this impressive, but it wasn’t as though they went around bragging about their abilities. What he would want to know is whether he was targeted on purpose or he just became caught in the middle. 

“How exactly do we figure out if that’s what happened? Is there a way to find out for certain?” She had said they “might” be dealing with a Strain, but without a guarantee, he didn’t know just how much to believe it was the right explanation.

[fireflythief]

She took the glass of water and drank it gratefully, finally being able to quench her thirst after such hard work. She put the near empty glass down and took a nibble of the treat. Wow, it was really good. Better than anything she had in a LONG time.

She was mid-bite when he made the comment. She swallowed and blinked at him in a mixture of curiosity and a ‘do you honestly not know the answer’ expression. “Well, I’m poor. Got no money, can’t afford food. That, and I’m a…decently known thief who nobody would ever hire.”

[the-red-owner]

He held up his hands, a kind of appeasing gesture. “I’ve known of some people who did it for fun. I’d be a lot less sympathetic if it wasn’t out of necessity.” he said honestly, digging out a chunk of bread for her, too. “Not really fair, people who won’t give ya a chance n’ then wonder why ya gotta do what ya do t’stay alive.”

He couldn’t exactly empathize, having never really wanted for much in his life, but he could be sympathetic about things that didn’t really make sense.