IruKaka-Club

Recherché Chapter Fifty Eight  WARNING:  There be grossness ahead; tiny discourses alluding to feces. “Egad!  Do you have to make so much noise?” From the other room came the noise of a heavy wooden spoon striking the counter followed in short order by,  “Had about enough of you!” The space where kitchen abuts dining area suddenly fills with an irritated Kotetsu, “You shoo me from the table cause my stomach growlin’ was gettin' on your nerves.  Then--” his stalk toward Izumo and rant interrupted by a boiling rice pot seconds from over spilling; back to the stove he goes, aping his friend all

Recherché Chapter Fifty Seven Delight indescribable … yeah, that’s what it was. The heft of a leather apron lashed to his body, the earthy smell of coal dust, the tang of molten iron, that rhythmic beat of hammer on anvil and the rushing noise of oil covered leather bellows … each sound and sensation literally transport Kotetsu to his happy place.  From the time he walked into the smithy, work had been nonstop.  And if the long line of mounted patrolmen waiting for their horses to be shod was any indication, there would be no letup anytime soon.  Wiping away a rivulet of sweat with the back of his gloved hand, he smile

Note: Can the Circle Be Unbroken was a popular Christian hymn written in 1907 by Ada Habershon with music by Charles Gabriel. It has since fallen into the public domain. A reworked version written by A.P. Carter and released in 1935, was intended as a funeral hymn. The song’s lyrics concern the death, funeral and mourning for the narrator’s mother. Recherché Chapter Fifty Five As they tromp dew covered forest paths, assurances are made and warnings given.  Sai promises the Yamabushi will bless the new amulets as they become available, not only that, he will devise a holding place to keep them safe from Lord Hatake’s d

Recherché Chapter Fifty Four When Iruka comes to himself, he’s standing on the other side of the cabin’s door; his stomach churning, his head much too heavy for his neck to hold, he stumbles in, sees his friends using their arms as pillows as they contentedly snore … an empty wine bottle tipped over on it's side in the middle of a book cluttered table.  A smile, which takes too much effort, slides across dry lips; heavy legs struggle to carry him to the small room housing his bed.  It hurts so bad, yet feels so good to finally flop down amidst the familiar scents of home.  Shirt buttons prove far too complex for benumb

Recherché Chapter Fifty Three Though his breathing and other facilities were returning to their normal levels in gradients, Iruka still wasn’t ready for the grand tour Master had in mind. Such is the fragility of humans, he thought.  “So that you don’t encounter any painful surprises, be aware that Yasha and gaki inhabit various parts of the manor.  While the seal on your chest will keep them from harming you, I’ve also established kekkai around certain places inside my home, to keep you from poking your nose where it does not belong. The west wing on both floors and the vaults below are strictly off limits.  T

Recherché Chapter Fifty Two “Now, now … contain yourself,” says the Master as he rose from his chair and inclined his head.  “Ah, Dr. Umino … so good of you to come.” The spell broken by his acknowledgement, Iruka quickly found his voice, “Like I had a choice, Hatake?” His genial host straightened to his full height with a chuckle, “Yes … suppose you didn’t have much say in the matter.  Shan’t happen again.  Care for a cognac, Dr.--?” “What did you do to my friends?” “Straight to the point … what an admirable quality.  Let me assure

 Recherché Chapter Fifty One NOTE:  As it was before, so it is now. The tsuya is the hub of activity; from it's spokes, several segments of the story will spin, so hang tight, 'cause here we go! Oh, and Lord Hatake isn't the only one with a secret weapon. Far too long lost in murky visions from the past, at last he summons the strength to ask, “Why?   The drums of war in the distance echo; the secret weapon long awaited, nay, the key to ultimate victory as it turns out is but … a pacifist.   Irony abounds, forcing me ask again. Why?”   From the mist came a voice familiar yet foreign.  “Lord Hatake, presumption

Recherché Chapter Fifty Warning: STRONG LANGUAGE Preparation: PREPARATION: From midmorning onward, an unusual warm grey mist hangs over the territory like a tattered curtain.  Even the sun donned mourning frocks fashioned of heavy dark clouds as if it too were linking hands in solemnity with Konoha’s mood.  By early afternoon, many shops along the mall have closed their doors to business, effectively throwing the remnant of tourists from last night’s moon viewing parties into the avaricious clutches of wily pushcart vendors.  Surprisingly, they take not advantage of the situation presented.     Down on the wharves and

Recherché, for a brief synopsis click here:https://youtu.be/jTj2aXGft2U Recherché Core Characters: