Akatsuki Blanket Novels & Stories

"Ms. Sullivan, your wool blanket looks very warm. The quality seems good." Natasha glanced at her in silence. She didn't understand why Carly suddenly mentioned the blanket, but she knew Carly definitely wouldn't praise a blanket without reason. There must be something else she wanted to say. Carly reached out to touch the pristine blanket. Made entirely of wool, the blanket was cozy, soft, and pleasant to the touch. As Carly touched it, she made a sound of approval. "The quality is really good." Clearly, there was more to her words. Natasha raised an eyebrow, "Why are you asking me about this, Ms. Turner? Are you feeling a bit cold? If you want it, just say so. I wouldn't mind giving you th

Backing off and dropping to the uncomfortable floor, you need something for your knees. You use this opportunity for a slight tease and stand up. Looking down at him, you hold up your finger. “One sec… be right back. You run with quick short steps out of the room to the closet where you keep your blankets. You grab one, and start to head back. Ugh, a university logo? Nope. You pass up the thin one with the cartoon characters and select the nice thick soft pretty patterned one. Running back into the living room, you clutch the blanket under your exposed bouncing breasts, which receive Nick’s attention.

"You're kidding right?" I ask as I get control of myself again. Before Trey answers our waiter returns, our drinks on his black round tray and a blue Mexican blanket thrown over his arm. I've seen blankets similar to these all over with their various striped patterns. They seem to be on sale everywhere, but I haven't picked one up yet. The waiter hands me a plastic neon green cup and I place it on the edge of the fire pit while the blanket is wrapped around my back and over my shoulders to create a shawl. The fabric is thick and firm, a little scratchy, but it keeps the wind from my bare skin.

He lifts her arms so I can push the shirt over her arms and head and quickly pull the shift over the blanket. He then pulls the blanket down and her nakedness is covered. “Can I keep the blanket? I am cold,” she asks softly. “Of course,” I say, and Blake repositions the blanket over her shoulders. “We need to get Rosie,” she says quietly. I look to Blake, “Who is Rosie?” Blake asks Amelie.

Ojaswi replied. Shishir wrapped the warm blanket around themselves saying, “were there no spare blankets for Kate, Akash?” Akash who was about to start the engine, replied, “no, she is doing fine with my coat.” Ojasiw and Shishir glanced at each other with a meaningful smile. “If you want then I can get one for you,” Akash said, seeing their smile. “No, no, I am fine,” Kate replied. “Yeah, yeah she is fine. Let's go now,” Ojaswi mocked.

"I was only trying to help." Azrael didn't acknowledge the retreat. He turned to the attendant. "The Marchetti shawl. The ivory one." The attendant disappeared into the back. She returned with a garment folded in tissue paper, and when she shook it open, I saw it: a draped shawl in pale cream silk with hand-embroidered edges. Simple. Expensive. The kind of piece that made everything else in the room look overdone. Azrael took it from her and stepped behind me. I watched in the mirror as he lifted the shawl and settled it over my shoulders.

A cloak lined with fur. Real fur. Not cheap. Not rushed. Made for me. I hold the cloak against my cheek. Why is he doing this? He bought me like property. He locked me in this room. He assigned a guard to watch my every move. And now he sends me warm food and soft clothes and a blanket for the cold nights. I do not understand him. I do not understand any of this. The blanket is heavy. I spread it across my bed. The wool is thick. The color is deep blue. Like the sky just before dawn.

It’s a blanket. A hand knitted, thick, and soft looking blanket. The colour was the shade of the deep muted purple of heather in late summer. She reaches out with her small hands and hands it to me like she has been sitting here, waiting to give me. I take it from her, confused. The wool is softer than I expected. It’s handmade. That strikes me as odd because why is she giving me this? My throat tightens in a way I don’t expect when reaches out and hugs me.

Like a little kid. "Did you dye it?" "Uhm, no. This is the real color." My mouth dropped, what? That's so cool. Well, he's a demon, a supernatural, so--- is it really supposed to be weird? He gripped the ends of my blanket and threw it on the ground, leaving my arms crossed at my chest as if I was naked. What the hell am I doing? "Stand up."

Until… “Those guys… I’m going to get back at them someday.” Says Akihiko while laying down and facing the ceiling. Suddenly a small white object flies in front of him and sits on his face. “Hahah… I’m fine. It’s okay, Pei.” He says after getting the white object off his face. The white object was a mini-spirit. It was incapable of harming anyone and was not strong enough to touch anyone other than those who could see it and most of all it was one of his only friends.