The concept for BAD COMPANY cover came to light rather in the very late stage. Just 2 hours after we completed the interior and we have only 48 hours to turn in the cover to make the impending Summer Comiket deadline.

The first ideas and its doodles’ based on what would be the easiest for us to turn in (close up bust of David). However, it lacked context and it’s not terribly dynamic.  A little brainstorming later, Neko suggested a ‘Silent Hill’-esque feel to the scene, complete with the abandoned mental hospital. Something out of the Waverly Hills Sanatorium. The scene would be a hint of the story to come (or rather, the case David is involved with). 

The cover turned out different from what we conceptualized. The coloring brought out the Noir Crime/Horror feel to it.  Consider the similar themed covers of the Noir Crime/Horror covers that featured busty damsels in distress with strategically ripped dress.  Now it’s ….David.

All in all, this cover was fun and interesting (although very stressful in that we had less than 2 days to conceptualize, draw and paint it) because it’s a departure from what we did with the ITW and especially Prequel covers.

The doujin will premier in Taiwan at CWT and Summer Comiket - both on 16 AUG. We will release the catalog URL for the preorders on the 17th while we are in Japan. Shipping will start after we return from Japan on the 19th (but will not be in the bay area until after 20th).

More on this later. Please follow us on FB or Twitter for details.

:3 nsfw yo!!

kahira:

Guest picture for the Bad Company doujin that would be sold at Summer Comiket next month —- I very much wish this would be part of the upcoming story but I’m sure it’s far from it. Anyways I already had this picture drawn mentally when I read what happened to David in the Bad Company doujin (OUT SOON BUY IT this picture will be in it WITHOUT CENSOR) But I was told that if this post receives OVERWHELMING reactions, there’d be a side story of UKE David!!! 見たいですよね?ね!!LET’S START REACTING UWAAAAAAA
:3 nsfw yo!!

kahira:

Guest picture for the Bad Company doujin that would be sold at Summer Comiket next month —- I very much wish this would be part of the upcoming story but I’m sure it’s far from it. Anyways I already had this picture drawn mentally when I read what happened to David in the Bad Company doujin (OUT SOON BUY IT this picture will be in it WITHOUT CENSOR) But I was told that if this post receives OVERWHELMING reactions, there’d be a side story of UKE David!!! 見たいですよね?ね!!LET’S START REACTING UWAAAAAAA

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buffywrestling asked: 1) Do you & Jo read any BL? Do you have a favorite mangaka? 2) Do you read any popular western comics (Superheroes like Spiderman, Batman or Buffy)? 3) Do you have a favorite TV show or movie?

1) We’ve not read much of anything in years. We are on about 16 hr days, most of the days from the home office.  We are pretty old people so we like old school mangaka (that’s not in BL). Like Tezuka. Jo has more mangaka influence than Neko. 2) Western Comic - not so much. It’s due to lack of time more than lack of interest. 3)Jo likes Breaking Bad. A LOT. Neko has been amused by trashy shows like “Hardcore Pawn” lately. :)

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miku-desu asked: Hi! Is there anywhere I can get the first Volume in English? Everywhere I look it is "sold out" or "not in stock" or priced 50 dollars + shipping... I'm not so rich :( I bought both volumes 1 and 2 in Japanese when I was in Tokyo last month but obviously I don't understand a word, all I do is stare at the artwork. I'd really like to buy the first volume, and after, the second when it is released (end of this year?)

We did not publish vol. 1 of ITW (DMI holds that license) and it is out of our hands on what they decide to do.  Please do follow us on twitter/FB on the information on both vol.s being available as doujin compilation toward the end of the year.

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sickdelusion asked: I really love your guys' storytelling and art. Bought ITW today and I immediately fell in love with it. Which program(s) are used for drawing your artwork?

It’s all pen and ink for the storyboard and penciling/inking. Then scanned. Only shading is done on photoshoppe.

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yashirofan asked: Hi I understand that ITW vol 2 (English) will be released at the end of the year. Are you taking pre-orders? BTW Keep up the good work.

We do not take preorders so far in advance as that we will not know the details of the cost until we are ready to publish. :)

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maxxie-baby-cat asked: Why not translate in French ?

ITW has already been licensed in French by TAIFU.  http://www.taifu-comics.com/index.php/manga/In-These-Words/vol-1

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"Memories" was a short story that was published sometime ago as an writing exercise. This story was re-polished a bit and an illustration made for it for the Japanese release of Father Figure extra. Turned out it wasn’t used (Libre opt’ed for the prologue of the FF sequel instead). So now we are releasing it for you to read.
And a bit of David for your weekend to celebrate Germany making into the Cup finals! XD
Do note that this does spoil FF’s ending as that this cut scene happens about a month after the final chapter of the novel.
***
“How are you doing?” Katsuya said, his voice gentle - same tone as always whenever he spoke to Gabriel, as if a voice any louder would shatter the brittle man. 
            Gabriel only nodded.  He was standing by the window – his once imposing frame now a thin outline.  His lips’ were pale and cracked, the luster of his skin gone. Under the unforgiving Halogen lights that hid nothing, he looked terrible. He looked like a man barely alive. 
            “They tell me you’ve stopped eating again,” Katsuya said as he sat down on the chair beside the bed.  “Sit down and talk to me?”
            Katsuya patted the bedside.  After a few moments of contemplation, Gabriel shuffled over to it and sat down. Gabriel had lost more weight since he last saw him only a week before, so much so that his eyes appeared to be bigger.
            “I don’t want to take any more drugs,” Gabriel finally said.  His voice was small, almost child-like. “It won’t make me better.”
            “It will help you – “
            “No, it won’t help me get better,” Gabriel said, louder.  “And it makes me forget Father.”
            The large eyes were glossy and rimmed with collecting tears.
            “I sleep and sleep and wake up …. Then I don’t remember Father.”
            The first tear rolled out from the corner of his eye, trickling down the steep slope of his cheek.  The droplet hung at this chin for a second before it fell.
            “Will you help me? Please make them stop….” Gabriel said, his voice drifting into a whisper as he spoke.  His body shook and he squeezed his eyes shut.  There were sobs caught in Gabriel’s throat, like a child who didn’t know how to stop the emotions from coming out.  He was crying – the kind that was heartbreaking to hear and see.  Katsuya stood and took Gabriel into his arms.
            “I won’t lie to you and tell you that the medication will make you better,” Katsuya said softly – an odd contrast to Gabriel’s sobs.  “But for you to move beyond this pain, you have to let go of your Father.”
            Katsuya ran a hand through Gabriel’s hair, calming him.  “He wouldn’t want you to live like this.”
            Gabriel’s arms came up and looped around Katsuya’s waist. His hands seized fistfuls of Katsuya’s shirt.  The side of his face was still pressed against Katsuya’s chest.  His sobbing had subsided but tears were still flowing, wetting the shirt.
            “I wish…we had more days together,” Gabriel said with a shaky voice.  “I wish…he could tell me again and again how much he loves me… I wish…”
            Gabriel took in a breath and let it out.  When he spoke again, his voice wasn’t quivering anymore.

            “Every day that goes by, I forget a little bit more what he sounds like… what he looks like… I think it is worse than dying, to wake up one day and not remember him…”
            “I understand,” Katsuya said.  “But you have to want to exist more than just for those few memories.  You are still young.  Your father’s last wish was for you to live on, remember?”
            “I don’t want anything… I don’t want my life…. But I need him in my mind, like I need air.  If he left me…”
            Gabriel choked down the sobs that threatened to come up again.
            “Will you take me to see him? Bring him home so you can visit him any time you feel you are forgetting him?”
            There was no response to his question.  Katsuya didn’t expect an answer.  Gabriel would still cling to Uriel.  But perhaps Gabriel would exchange a fading memory for something else.  It was a long shot.
            “I can’t,” came the reply. Gabriel loosen his arms around Katsuya and leaned back.  He wiped at his damp cheeks with his sleeves.
            Katsuya only nodded. He sat back down on the chair. 
            “Will you tell me some day?”
            Gabriel stared at the ring on his finger. Quiet. Katsuya waited patiently.
            “Some day…” Gabriel said without looking up.  “When I need to be with him.”
            “That’s not what I want,” Katsuya said.  He placed a hand over Gabriel’s.  “I want you to remember what your father wanted you to be … a good man.  To be alive.”
            “I’m not,” Gabriel said.  He looked up – his eyes still bloodshot and wet.  “I’m not a good person.  I’ve never been.  I’m only alive because I’m a coward.  When the day comes that I have enough courage to be with Father, I will tell you everything.  But now…I don’t want to lose him.”
            “You never did.”
            “Father taught me how to ride the bike,” Gabriel said, as his voice hitched to a happy tone.  A smile appeared as he spoke, although tears continued to flow.  “A black and blue dirt bike that we got in a garage sale.  We worked on it for days.  I fell down over and over again but that was still better than having training wheels. I can’t be seen with those things. And Father kept on picking me up over and over again…”
            Katsuya listened intently, unflinching.
            “Mother was so angry.  I’ve ripped up the pants and ruined the shirt.  But I was so happy because I could ride a few feet without falling down.”
            “Gabriel,” Katsuya said, after a long pause that followed.  He stood up. “I’ll make adjustments to your medication.”
            “Thank you,” Gabriel said. The smile still lingered on his face.
            “I’ll come back and talk to you later today,” Katsuya said.  “You have to promise me that you will eat and drink, okay?”
            A nod. 
            “If they tell me you won’t…”
            “I will,” Gabriel said quickly. 
            Katsuya patted Gabriel on the shoulder and left the room.  He was greeted by David who stood at the doorway of the connecting observation room with a grimace.
            “What was that?” David asked.
            “The drug’s not doing what it’s suppose to do,” Katsuya said.  “His psychosis is unchanged. If anything, he’s gotten worse.”
            “Where does that leave me?”
            Katsuya sighed and gestured for David to step back into the room.  He closed the door behind them.
            “If you would like my off-the-record honest assessment, you won’t have a case,” Katsuya said, looking through the two-way mirror at Gabriel.  “Ever.”
            “So he becomes the tax payers’ burden until he dies?”
            “Yes.”

            Gabriel remained where Katsuya left him.  He was no longer crying but he was staring through the window fixedly – frozen, as if he was focused on some unseen thing  that had mesmerized him.
            “He is replacing people from his childhood memories with his father.  An older neighborhood boy was the one who taught him how to ride the bike.  It’s a form of psychological self-defense. The pain of loss was unbearable.  So…”
            “So his insanity is caused by his psychological defense against going insane?” David said.
            “Yes.  It’s a common response to trauma, to fabricate a new reality. But Gabriel is stuck in a loop that I don’t think he’ll ever be able to get out of.  Usually, your psyche can regain semblance of normality once the source of trauma is removed and the time away from it diminishes the impact.”
            “And fixing his drug intake will do what? Prolong his fantasies?”
            Katsuya let out a sigh.
            “I can only continue to provide therapy and hope he’ll want to tell me where Uriel is without it being a dying declaration. The medication…if it is really messing with his long term memory as he said, has to be adjusted or even the memory of where he buried Uriel will go with it.”
            They both looked at Gabriel quietly for a while.
            “You seem to be very emotionally involved with Gabriel and this case,” David said, breaking the silence.  
            Katsuya smiled and looked at David. 
            “I’m emotionally vested in all my patients, Detective.”
            “I’ll make sure I have you to take care of me when the day comes that I can only get turned on when I’m carrying a gun.”
            Katsuya’s smile broadened.
            “Sexual deviancy’s not one of my specialties,” he said.
            “Who said anything about treatment?”
            It took Katsuya a few moments to process the comment and David’s grin. He wasn’t certain why, but it made him laugh – a welcome break from the tension that had been tying knots in his belly since morning. 

            “Just keep your gun holstered, Detective,” Katsuya said.  “And you’ll be fine.”

"Memories" was a short story that was published sometime ago as an writing exercise. This story was re-polished a bit and an illustration made for it for the Japanese release of Father Figure extra. Turned out it wasn’t used (Libre opt’ed for the prologue of the FF sequel instead). So now we are releasing it for you to read.

And a bit of David for your weekend to celebrate Germany making into the Cup finals! XD

Do note that this does spoil FF’s ending as that this cut scene happens about a month after the final chapter of the novel.

***

“How are you doing?” Katsuya said, his voice gentle - same tone as always whenever he spoke to Gabriel, as if a voice any louder would shatter the brittle man. 

            Gabriel only nodded.  He was standing by the window – his once imposing frame now a thin outline.  His lips’ were pale and cracked, the luster of his skin gone. Under the unforgiving Halogen lights that hid nothing, he looked terrible. He looked like a man barely alive. 

            “They tell me you’ve stopped eating again,” Katsuya said as he sat down on the chair beside the bed.  “Sit down and talk to me?”

            Katsuya patted the bedside.  After a few moments of contemplation, Gabriel shuffled over to it and sat down. Gabriel had lost more weight since he last saw him only a week before, so much so that his eyes appeared to be bigger.

            “I don’t want to take any more drugs,” Gabriel finally said.  His voice was small, almost child-like. “It won’t make me better.”

            “It will help you – “

            “No, it won’t help me get better,” Gabriel said, louder.  “And it makes me forget Father.”

            The large eyes were glossy and rimmed with collecting tears.

            “I sleep and sleep and wake up …. Then I don’t remember Father.”

            The first tear rolled out from the corner of his eye, trickling down the steep slope of his cheek.  The droplet hung at this chin for a second before it fell.

            “Will you help me? Please make them stop….” Gabriel said, his voice drifting into a whisper as he spoke.  His body shook and he squeezed his eyes shut.  There were sobs caught in Gabriel’s throat, like a child who didn’t know how to stop the emotions from coming out.  He was crying – the kind that was heartbreaking to hear and see.  Katsuya stood and took Gabriel into his arms.

            “I won’t lie to you and tell you that the medication will make you better,” Katsuya said softly – an odd contrast to Gabriel’s sobs.  “But for you to move beyond this pain, you have to let go of your Father.”

            Katsuya ran a hand through Gabriel’s hair, calming him.  “He wouldn’t want you to live like this.”

            Gabriel’s arms came up and looped around Katsuya’s waist. His hands seized fistfuls of Katsuya’s shirt.  The side of his face was still pressed against Katsuya’s chest.  His sobbing had subsided but tears were still flowing, wetting the shirt.

            “I wish…we had more days together,” Gabriel said with a shaky voice.  “I wish…he could tell me again and again how much he loves me… I wish…”

            Gabriel took in a breath and let it out.  When he spoke again, his voice wasn’t quivering anymore.

            “Every day that goes by, I forget a little bit more what he sounds like… what he looks like… I think it is worse than dying, to wake up one day and not remember him…”

            “I understand,” Katsuya said.  “But you have to want to exist more than just for those few memories.  You are still young.  Your father’s last wish was for you to live on, remember?”

            “I don’t want anything… I don’t want my life…. But I need him in my mind, like I need air.  If he left me…”

            Gabriel choked down the sobs that threatened to come up again.

            “Will you take me to see him? Bring him home so you can visit him any time you feel you are forgetting him?”

            There was no response to his question.  Katsuya didn’t expect an answer.  Gabriel would still cling to Uriel.  But perhaps Gabriel would exchange a fading memory for something else.  It was a long shot.

            “I can’t,” came the reply. Gabriel loosen his arms around Katsuya and leaned back.  He wiped at his damp cheeks with his sleeves.

            Katsuya only nodded. He sat back down on the chair. 

            “Will you tell me some day?”

            Gabriel stared at the ring on his finger. Quiet. Katsuya waited patiently.

            “Some day…” Gabriel said without looking up.  “When I need to be with him.”

            “That’s not what I want,” Katsuya said.  He placed a hand over Gabriel’s.  “I want you to remember what your father wanted you to be … a good man.  To be alive.”

            “I’m not,” Gabriel said.  He looked up – his eyes still bloodshot and wet.  “I’m not a good person.  I’ve never been.  I’m only alive because I’m a coward.  When the day comes that I have enough courage to be with Father, I will tell you everything.  But now…I don’t want to lose him.”

            “You never did.”

            “Father taught me how to ride the bike,” Gabriel said, as his voice hitched to a happy tone.  A smile appeared as he spoke, although tears continued to flow.  “A black and blue dirt bike that we got in a garage sale.  We worked on it for days.  I fell down over and over again but that was still better than having training wheels. I can’t be seen with those things. And Father kept on picking me up over and over again…”

            Katsuya listened intently, unflinching.

            “Mother was so angry.  I’ve ripped up the pants and ruined the shirt.  But I was so happy because I could ride a few feet without falling down.”

            “Gabriel,” Katsuya said, after a long pause that followed.  He stood up. “I’ll make adjustments to your medication.”

            “Thank you,” Gabriel said. The smile still lingered on his face.

            “I’ll come back and talk to you later today,” Katsuya said.  “You have to promise me that you will eat and drink, okay?”

            A nod. 

            “If they tell me you won’t…”

            “I will,” Gabriel said quickly. 

            Katsuya patted Gabriel on the shoulder and left the room.  He was greeted by David who stood at the doorway of the connecting observation room with a grimace.

            “What was that?” David asked.

            “The drug’s not doing what it’s suppose to do,” Katsuya said.  “His psychosis is unchanged. If anything, he’s gotten worse.”

            “Where does that leave me?”

            Katsuya sighed and gestured for David to step back into the room.  He closed the door behind them.

            “If you would like my off-the-record honest assessment, you won’t have a case,” Katsuya said, looking through the two-way mirror at Gabriel.  “Ever.”

            “So he becomes the tax payers’ burden until he dies?”

            “Yes.”

            Gabriel remained where Katsuya left him.  He was no longer crying but he was staring through the window fixedly – frozen, as if he was focused on some unseen thing  that had mesmerized him.

            “He is replacing people from his childhood memories with his father.  An older neighborhood boy was the one who taught him how to ride the bike.  It’s a form of psychological self-defense. The pain of loss was unbearable.  So…”

            “So his insanity is caused by his psychological defense against going insane?” David said.

            “Yes.  It’s a common response to trauma, to fabricate a new reality. But Gabriel is stuck in a loop that I don’t think he’ll ever be able to get out of.  Usually, your psyche can regain semblance of normality once the source of trauma is removed and the time away from it diminishes the impact.”

            “And fixing his drug intake will do what? Prolong his fantasies?”

            Katsuya let out a sigh.

            “I can only continue to provide therapy and hope he’ll want to tell me where Uriel is without it being a dying declaration. The medication…if it is really messing with his long term memory as he said, has to be adjusted or even the memory of where he buried Uriel will go with it.”

            They both looked at Gabriel quietly for a while.

            “You seem to be very emotionally involved with Gabriel and this case,” David said, breaking the silence.  

            Katsuya smiled and looked at David. 

            “I’m emotionally vested in all my patients, Detective.”

            “I’ll make sure I have you to take care of me when the day comes that I can only get turned on when I’m carrying a gun.”

            Katsuya’s smile broadened.

            “Sexual deviancy’s not one of my specialties,” he said.

            “Who said anything about treatment?”

            It took Katsuya a few moments to process the comment and David’s grin. He wasn’t certain why, but it made him laugh – a welcome break from the tension that had been tying knots in his belly since morning. 

            “Just keep your gun holstered, Detective,” Katsuya said.  “And you’ll be fine.”

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