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Engineering, Magic, and Kitsune Ch. 56
🕑 Added 2025-11-18 23:11:55 +0000 UTCJohn's jaw set as he stared down the crowd, no longer offering them any sort of warmth, even as they shivered. Yuki had spent the last few minutes going from building to building, occasionally casting a concerned glance over to him, which he pretended not to notice as he redoubled his guard duties. Occasionally, he made sure to cast a glance toward the entrance to see if whoever had left earlier had come back, but there was no luck.
This duty ill-suited him, he felt, as it gave him too much time to think. All this time, he found out why, and to think that the reason he had been put into exile was so fucking petty…
He wondered if he should laugh or cry as he wiped his eyes clear.
A small part of him boiled and bubbled vehemently, calling for blood, but he could never justify letting it free, even if doing so wouldn't call down far too many Unbound on their heads to be comfortable.
A much, much larger part couldn't help but think about how much better life could have gone if only he had been given a chance. He had no desire to be a god-king, to rewrite society around him like some kind of egotist. Nor did he desire to be the richest in the land. No, he wagered he would have been happy doing much the same he was now, just amongst society for the purpose of improving life for everyone.
He settled for stewing in his emotions, letting them wash over him and losing himself in the flow, the world almost seeming to fade away around him, only snapping back into focus when one of his captives moved a little too much; a quick glare was enough to keep them in line. It wasn't as if they were trying to run, anyhow.
John muttered to himself, crossing his arms as he fell into thought. He couldn't take revenge. Could he?
He didn't have the stomach to seriously hurt them, that was for sure, but could he do something else? Years of petty pranks from before this world passed through his mind as he thought over the arsenal he had hoarded. A tool is a tool, after all.
A faint smile flickered onto his face. The priests seemed pretty well cowed, and that might buy him time for a quick talk with Yuki.
He dug around in his pocket and palmed a focus before faking a cough, subtly swapping it into the gauntlet as he turned away from the group. "Right, I don't want you all to freeze to death, and I don't want to keep having to heat you, so I'm going to get you all some clothes," John said, glaring at them. "I don't want you lot to run off, though, or do something you might regret, so…" Huh. Now that he thought of it, this was the second time he had to find clothes for captives. He hoped it didn't become a theme for him, even if he didn't care as much if these fucks got a cold or two.
A giant green drill materialized at the tip of his finger, to the shouted horror of everyone else there. Really, it was like he kicked a wasp nest as they moved about, but refused to actually try to flee. Thankfully for them, all John did was put the tip to the ground, churning up rock and dirt as he effortlessly carved a divot into the ground. Then, he pulled a magic detector out of his bag and put it down twenty feet away, pointing it toward the mass, but not before whispering something to it.
"So, you've probably figured out by now that I'm not a big fan of killing when it's not necessary," John said, eyeing them up as they went dead silent. "So I'm not going to do that. This is something I made from the eye of a demon, and if you step out of this circle without my permission, it's going to curse you. You'll have no control over your bowels for the next ten years. Oh! It's not the most accurate, though. It might hit a few of you trying to get the escapee. Make extra sure that you don't try to leave through the back, because the curse will go through multiple people to get the leaver," he lied shamelessly.
They all went ghostly pale as John stretched before walking toward the building with Yuki, trying to hide the shiver that tore through him the second he made the mistake of turning his back on those priests.
Yet, nothing happened. John's hunters stayed cowed by a mixture of self-preservation and peer pressure. Perhaps some of them would be willing to take the risk, but would their neighbours let them? There was a good ten feet before the edge of the circle he had carved, so the priests would see anyone going for it far beforehand, and he did not doubt that most of them were unprepared to risk getting hit for their neighbour's bravery.
Making his way over, John knocked on the door of the building Yuki was currently in before realizing that there was zero point and just slid the door open.
The first thing that struck him upon opening the door was a thick, heavy scent of some sort of perfume, the dense floral aroma overpowering his nose and making his eyes water. He must have been allergic.
The entire room gleamed with wealth. The stand over the fire at its core was heavily ornamented steel, trimmed in gold. Surrounding it were rich crimson cushions, embroidered with gold thread, forming a comfortable seating area that kept the fall chill well and truly at bay. On one side was a small kitchenette and full storage racks of foodstuffs, which were made of a deep, dark wood that he didn't recognize, almost certainly imported from afar.
Lovingly painted murals covered the paper walls, showcasing a mural of a city, something that he knew couldn't have come cheap. Even the paint alone would be out of the price range of most, without even counting the cost to get an experienced artist in.
Even the vase in the corner was opulent, with rich veins of gold filling the cracks between deep black ceramic; the kintsugi work was positively striking.
Hell, the cheapest thing here was probably the lantern hanging above, and even he wasn't sure if the metal bits he could see were steel or silver.
All of this, and people still starved.
Fresh anger threatened to flood his veins again, but he calmed himself with a few shaking breaths.
"Yuki?" John finally asked. "Are you in here?"
A door slid open, revealing an equally opulent bedroom, as the kitsune walked through and quickly slid it shut behind her. "John, are you okay?" she asked, hurrying over to him moments later. The towering kitsune was close—perhaps too close—and well within his personal bubble as she started to fret over him, carefully scanning him for anything wrong, even brushing off a bit of mud that had somehow gotten onto his shoulder. "I heard everything."
Whatever the reason, this time, he didn't feel the need to step back, even as she loomed over him like a monolith.
The words struggled to form, but eventually he managed to breathe out, "Why did I have to stay out there with them?"
A gentle frown edged onto Yuki's muzzle as she rested a hand on one of his shoulders, rubbing in soft, soothing circles over tense muscles. "I'm sorry, John. I thought the risk of you wandering into a room and seeing someone in full formal garb, ready to fight, was too great to take. I should have known better and figured out something better, or at least bound and gagged them."
He choked back something ugly before clearing his throat. "It probably wouldn't have stopped me. To have answers so close after so long would be too much to resist…" he hesitantly admitted, swallowing harshly.
Silence loomed over them, something that Yuki let sit as he collected his thoughts, but even then, he was stewing in his own mind. His hands shook, despite his attempts to still them. Tears stung the edge of his eyes.
Still, there was clarity, even as his head started to hurt.
"Should the fact that it was something so simple make it worse? All these years, there wasn't even… I—Things could have been different. They did all that, I spent so long all alone, and there wasn't even a fucking point to any of it!" At first, he was muttering. When did he get so loud? Why did he hear his own blood rushing in his ears? "If there was some grand, evil plan, I'd get it! I'd hate it, but at least it'd be something! But no, some gormless bastard pissants wanted to look good so they could buy more pointless bullshit while the people they say they serve starve!"
A single finger lifted his chin, pointing his green eyes to meet her vibrant gold. She was gentle, and he didn't resist. He could almost swear he saw a faint glimmer in the edge of her eyes, too. "John. Please, look at me. You're right. It isn't fair, and you've been very kind in your dealings with them. I need you to take a moment for yourself."
"I can't. We're not safe here," John stated.
"And you'll be even less safe if you're tearing yourself up inside rather than focusing. I'm not asking you to let it all out, but just to take the time to breathe. The priests outside are subdued, and I'll hear if they try anything. The only one left uncoralled is three buildings over and hiding under a bed. The Nameless can't approach this place. If anyone else shows up, I will sense them before they get close. John, please allow yourself to rest, just for a moment," she begged, throwing her arms wide, a razor-thin, fragile smile on her face. "If not for you, I'd like you to do it for me, please?"
What…was this? Surely he was hallucinating. Their contact was always a matter of usefulness. Nothing more. They hardly knew one another. She was just getting him back on his feet. That was all.
Yet, he couldn't deny the truth in her words. Were he to break down now, he would likely do something he regretted.
It would take one wrong move, and people would die. Hell, he had almost done it earlier, twice! He was being reckless. If his hands twitched even a slight bit more, either one priest or all of them would be writhing sacks of meat as their bodies cooked from the inside out.
Perhaps her idea had merit. It was just a matter of utility.
He walked forward on shaking legs, getting closer to Yuki by the second, even though it felt like it took forever. He really shouldn't be opening himself up like this. It felt like a mistake, like something horrible was squirming through his veins, like a parasite threatening to burst forth.
He wrapped his unsteady arms around Yuki's core, and in response, her limbs coiled around him like steel traps, pulling him against her chest tightly. The embrace was soft as a pillow after a long day, and as warm as curling up next to a fireplace during a cold winter. Billowing fluffy tails wrapped around him like extra embracing limbs, encasing him in a furry cocoon of affection. He was so tight against her chest that he could feel her slow, powerful heartbeat thrumming against him, quiet breathing like a gentle breeze through the trees.
A hand drifted up his spine before gently rubbing against the back of his head, fingers tracing soft circles through his blonde hair with a graceful touch. It had never dawned on him just how silky her fur was before, and even her fancy kimono made of magic materials or whatever it was hardly came close.
Ethereal Presence fell upon him like a soothing rain, droplets of care and strange admiration soaking into his skin. For the moment, the world was gone. It was as if they were standing upon the surface of a glassy moonlit lake with a bright moon high overhead amongst a sea of twinkling stars. It was just the two of them, and no other distraction for miles around. John saw nothing wrong with letting a few more drops of his own pain out where nobody else would see.
"Take all the time you need," Yuki whispered, just barely audible.
John sniffled and silently nodded, burying himself deeper against her form, arms wrapping around her all the tighter.
Time didn't mean much as he slumped, eyes stinging as he silently spilled his tears, clinging to his friend like a lifeline tossed out to sea. Eventually, though, he calmed. John quaked no more, and his eyes ran dry, even if a headache still threatened to bloom behind his eyes. It was duller now, though, muted as if it knew that it was not time.
"Sorry for getting your kimono all messy," he silently muttered, once he finally trusted himself to speak.
A light, airy laugh answered him. "Would you believe that it can never stain?"
"Could have fooled me when I was cleaning it," he half-heartedly grumbled, lowly chuckling to himself, although he didn't think it was particularly funny.
She tssked, and he could almost feel her shaking her head. "If I had it a bit longer, perhaps I'd be able to coax it to clean itself, but I don't know it quite so well yet."
His eyes cracked open, and he stared up at his kitsune benefactor. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Did you think they put me into my prison in magical clothing and that I was the one lucky enough to escape with it?" she scoffed. "No, I stole some rags and then won this by gambling over dice with a Yama-uba the following week. Sadly, I can't go back to that prefecture until I'm much stronger; she didn't take kindly to losing."
His jaw dully worked as he tried to say something, but he came up blank. You know what? Yuki's clothes having come from her gambling with a cannibal mountain hermit was probably one of the less surprising things he had heard about her. It was hard to beat the whole 'I tore myself into pieces to escape divine jail' thing.
He shook his head at her story, letting out a far more genuine laugh. "Try not to rinse our local yokai too badly. I've just barely started to talk with them, I can't have them hating the company I keep already."
Yuki pulled back slightly, looking down at him with a curious expression. "Rinsed. Oh, I'm going to remember that one. It fits."
With the moment having passed, John stepped back, and Yuki slowly released him, the fluffy cocoon unwrapping itself and her arms falling back to her sides. "Thank you," he quietly breathed before clearing his throat. "I wanted to talk to you about something. We can't harm the priests too much or level the place, right? Obviously, we'd leave the shrine itself intact, but if we hit the buildings around it, Kiku would get the justification she needed, too."
"Trust me, John," Yuki said, eyes turning sharp as her smile widened into a vicious grin, "after what I heard, they'd normally be a smear and nothing would grow in this spot for five generations if I had the option. Nobody undeserving should have to go through something like that." And then her expression was back to normal, like someone flipped a switch. "I know you wouldn't care for that, though, but I implore you to find some way to punish them. This type of behaviour can't be allowed to continue."
He really should try to work out the logic behind why she changes like that, but the kitsune might as well be a black box.
"Ah, yeah, about that…" he trailed off, digging through his pack and bringing out his trusty magi-welder. "I was thinking about welding everything in place. Every door and window would have to be broken open, every container of food would need to be broken open, and every tool welded to the floor, so they would have to break the flooring to even get those up. Maybe once the whole deal with the Nameless and Kiku is said and done, I'll come back and kick them all out. Maybe then we'll get people who actually do their job."
The kitsune's eyes widened and her tails twitched, her smile widening—albeit more humanly this time. "I think you'd make an excellent kitsune, John. Given the situation, that might as well be a slap on the wrist, as far as retaliation goes. It would be completely bloodless and not look like we're just looting them for our own gain. Even if Kiku decided to make it look worse, it would be discarding an asset, and she seems to loathe doing that."
The first thing to go was the windows, and the wood melted easily onto the tracks. Perhaps not the most damning thing with autumn looming, but next up was their little attached kitchenette. He cackled as every single container was both sealed shut and merged with the shelf they were sitting on, then the drawers were, too. In a particularly spiteful move, he pressed all the plates into one single unit and hung it from the ceiling.
Yuki beamed a smile at him the whole while, but it faded as he moved toward one of the doors. "John. That's one of their bedrooms, and where they keep their effects. Are you sure?"
His hand halted beside the handle for a split second before deciding to slide it open anyhow. The room was as disgustingly lavish as the rest of the place, that was for sure, and the bedding seemed higher quality than anything he had seen for years! As he scanned the room, a faint flash of red caught his eye, and he spun, gauntlet instinctively going up… Only to behold priestly robes made of rich, bright material tossed off carelessly next to the bed.
Yet, his heart didn't pound like he thought it would.
He fused it to the bed.
Comments
Emmanuel Dixon
All good man I'd prefer late over never finished
Pizza
Why glue just the drawers shut and not, like, open them, summary glue everyting it contains to everything else, and the glue it shut... Also, glue stuff on the walls and roof, stuff that shouldn't be there, like with the help of a very strong kisune, put an entire room on the roof... or piling up everything in a room in an angle and glue it there... or like, making a column out of their money... or block their clothes in the folded position(or make them liquid but not re-solidify them)
Vlad Cold
Nice one, although questions remain unanswered: who installed protection in town since Kiku couldn't do it? Also, they can get a sample of protective talisman from temple defenses. And priests gotta be interrogated more. Oh, and as a parting threat John can tell them that if they continue being assholes he will glue their asses shut. After seeing what he done to their houses, that might leave an impression 😁
Lilim Lilim
6 months later they'll still be finding stuck cabinets. Excellent. For bonus points, don't weld the hinges of doors-- weld the latch in the open position. I'm glad Yuki's almost beat her kindness into his head, too...
Trevyn Lane
Gluing everything to the object it rests on and gluing all the doors and windows shut is peak petty revenge. And they deserve far worse.
K
Her pausing at the bedrooms seemed like kitsune rules nonsense, but then I realized it was just Yuki being concerned about him seeing stuff and being set off.
Michael Halpern
Yeah that right there is probably worthy of Yuki doing what she can to get his little magic problem sorted, if he had more prep time, he could possibly have integrated self resetting "woopie cushions" into all the chairs
Rod
Petty revenge > violent revenge Although, killing the head priest at some point would be prudent
TopBat
Hope you all enjoy this one! No shit-ass electrical fire is going to break my stride. Hopefully, the busy season at work should end soon, then I should be able to get properly back on time with these things rather than them *always* being late.
