gattycat

hello gang, i emerge from the long grass with an offering. this is a fic i am writing at glacial pace for

tweague as christmas presents, so with three chapters in the bank i cannot believe ive been working on this so long and likely will be for a while yet. hideous.

it's some good time nonsense set in Japan after the events of Buries a Hatchet, as the gang make their way back from rescuing Our Boy, erich von stahlin, and raymond just has a little tiny micro baby job for them to do. obviously this is super chill and no one has any complicated emotions about it. many opportunities for interesting scenery, food and only one futon.

requested by Tweague because i used to live in japan so am easily tempted into research holes and nostalgia binges. please forgive any and all inaccuracies, im only one girl with access to god's own google.

Title: How many moons of joy and sorrow
Length: 3579/? words
Summary: James stands at the window of the izakaya, observing the street through the wooden window slats; there is a slice of tarmac iridescent with oil and a forest of red lanterns in either direction. It is night and the rainy season lies heavy across Tokyo. A pall of rain pulls its robe across the narrow streets of old minka, the spiderweb of train lines skirting the new concrete and glass office blocks and shopping malls, and here and there, the ashy scrubland still untended since the fire bombs fell. He had not flown those raids: it had been the Americans. But he had seen Dresden burn. He had seen Hamburg from the convex window of a bomber slinking past cloud cover. He knows what it is to destroy.