Akihiko Kaji Novels & Stories

Jamie has a bowl of salad in his hands, while I have a bag of popcorn in mine. And Marie is here too, chasing her interactive smart cat toy around the vast space. As the show plays on the gigantic screen as broad as the wall is, Jamie points at the man featured in the show and starts to tell the story. “This is a famous, successful, and respectful Japanese architect, his name is Kengo Kuma, born sixty-seven years ago in Yokohama, Japan. He designed not only architecture in Japan, but in a lot of other countries too. He won plenty of awards for his projects.”

"How dare a woman show disrespect to our Hanaki family? I'll show you how strong the men of our Hanaki family are." The speaker was Hanaki Naoki, a three-star top-grade ninja, behind Hanaki Inuichiro. He had learned about the Yagyuu family before, and found that under Yagyuu Shinji, Yagyuu Yukime was the strongest one in the Yagyuu family. But she was just a three-star top-grade ninja, and had not become a heavenly ninja.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Charlie suddenly thought of something and he told Yahiko, “By the way, Mr. Ito, I will have to trouble you to help me to do something else.” Yahiko hurriedly replied, “Please tell me what it is.” Charlie replied, “What is the name of the vice-chairman of Nippon Steel who was negotiating the terms of the contract with Jasmine before this? Is he called Hashimoto Kazumi?” “Yes.” Yahiko nodded and said, “His name is Hashimoto Kazumi!”

Dan Kiyoto is responsible for research on vampires and is the person who manages the laboratory in Clemente's clan—Chief of Doctors and Scientists. “You've grown well, Akira.” Greeted by Elder Johans to Akira who was about to sit. Akira slightly smiles and nods her head. They were not on good terms at all, because of their first encounter in the past. “It has been a while, Elder Johans.” Akira greeted her and proceeded to her seat. She didn't intend to prolong her conversation with Elder Johans since aside from there being nothing to talk about, she was not also a person who sticks to people who don't like her.

Akio Kamio slides into the empty seat on my left and takes off his cow-print cowboy hat, setting it down on the table along with a crumpled black necktie. I sigh heavily. “Go away, Japanese Jesus.” Akio tucks a strand of his straight shoulder-length black hair behind a pointy, elfish ear. It isn’t tied in a man-bun today, probably because he can’t find a hair tie and hasn’t found someone else’s to steal yet. Akio had looks that could make him stand out in a room of gazillion people. He is unnaturally tall and lean, handsome in a girlish way with hollow cheeks. Evin and I had agreed that he reminded us of Jesus, if Jesus was Japanese and was trying to grow a detective-style mustache, hence th

“Ye’ve crossed blades with Zaterra, th’ drifter. Wild Card o’ th’ Seven Seas.” Aki wondered. He definitely looked the part. He sported dreadlocks, long side burns, a single hoop earring, a goatee and a vest without a shirt. Aki recalled where she had first encountered him. She had grabbed him by the foot earlier and taken him for a spin before dropping him in the sea. Apparently, he managed to climb back on board. “I’ve a penchant fer rum, cards ’n port revelry.” “Nobody asked for your profile,” Aki said. She rapidly made the hand seal of Jin the Inner Bonds to perform Chounouryokujutsu (Thought-listening). Her eyes flashed white with energy.

Yet beneath that polished politeness burned something deeper. Yuji Takahashi had been coming every evening for three weeks. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, intense eyes and a quiet commanding presence, he always sat at the corner table near the window. His voice was low and smooth when he ordered, and every time he said “Arigatou, Aiko-san,” her stomach fluttered.

I understand that I had a panic attack when I found the first one, but I have a right to know if there have been more sent. “Damn, this place is starting to look put together, but little sprite, please get off that stool.” Kaden states. “I told you so.” Gio remarks. “You two need to stop. First off, I am not that far off the ground. I am just putting up some pictures which weigh next to nothing. Second I am having fun helping Gio get his apartment in order.” I snark. “Someone is overly feisty today,” Alek says.

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.” “Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.” “Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?” “He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces. “That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.