Bleach Guy With Hat Novels & Stories

Apart of me knows he won't do it unless it is necessary. This morning I was woken up by a guy with blonde shoulder length hair and light blue eyes. Killer was gone. My door ajar. My legs were off the bed in seconds. I paused to take in this man. He was smaller built than the others. Dressed in a grey track pants and loose white tee. I saw him with us in Washington, wearing a bandana over his head. He was one of the two guys who were at the club. “I'm Spade, nice to see you well rested.”

They pulled away from each other and looked at the person who just interrupted their moment. Adrienne saw a very good-looking guy with sparkling blue eyes, a shade almost similar to Justin’s. His blond hair was peeking out from under his helmet. “This is a sight you don’t see every day,” the guy teased, seeming to be taunting them…particularly Justin. “Actually, it’s a sight you don’t see ever!” “What are you doing here?” Justin asked in an annoyed tone.

He followed his gaze then he smirks when he realized what’s got his sole attention. “Drink this first. It’ll help boost your courage.” He teased him. Ahrio grabbed the drink from his hold and downed it in one shot, then Blaize pushed him towards Svetlana. Out of nowhere, a frustrated looking Andrik grabbed Blaize’s drink and drank it bottoms up. His wearing a suit but his necktie is missing and his first three buttons is undone, showing off his toned upper chest. His hair is slightly wet, unstyled and messy like he had run his fingers through it a hundred times tonight out of frustration.

The officer flicks on a light, and then one layer at a time, the stranger slowly reveals himself. First, the cane goes. Standing straight it is easy to see he is a taller man, much bigger than me and a little taller than Clark. Then the oversized coat is removed. He is slender with wide strong shoulders. A swimmer's body or a runner who lifts weights. The hat is next—bright blonde hair. I am on my feet before the hoodie and sunglasses are removed. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I scream as I pull back a hand to slap him hard across the face, the sunglasses hitting the wall.

I can’t move, I can’t look away. He’s not too tall, black hair long enough to fall over his eyes. There’s a beard on him when hardly any male here has one, even ones with wolves. It’s very neatly trimmed and he looks beyond grown and masculine. He’s wearing a damn leather jacket of all things, what a cliche! Goddess I bet he probably rode in on a motorcycle and doesn’t bother with a helmet. Don’t be stupid, a helmet would ruin that perfect hair! Damn him for being so gorgeous too! Ugh, that’s all I need. For someone to catch me staring. Next the bully assholes will be trying to poke out my eyes. Look away Harlow… look away.

I whispered through my teeth, squeezing his hand in my fist. "Chill babe, I've got this" he shushed me. We approached the counter, my eyes glared at the mid-aged bald man, accessing him. He was fair in complexion, approximately six feet tall with big belly protruding on the counter. He wore a grey moustache, matching his grey scanty hair at both sides of his head. He quickly picked up his black baseball cap on the counter and fixed it on his head, flaunting the little hair he had, out of the cap.

His eyes gleam with the familiar fire I know too well. And last but definitely not least is one who towers over them all; Clad in all-black sweatpants, trainers and hoodie, is Dante. His black hair gleams under the sunlight, looking almost blue. A pair of sunglasses cover his eyes that no one is able to look into without feeling the need to bend to his mercy. “Hey there, My Cherry Blossom.”

There was no turning back, might as well have some fun. I was about to head out of the kitchen when I bumped on to someone. Flitting my eyes to the person standing in front of me, I saw a black American guy wearing a blonde wig, noticeable blue contacts and a red lipstick, painted on his full lips. He was dressed in a floral jumpsuit and white knitted tops under it. "Watch it!" he shrieked, bumping my shoulders before he walked pass by me.

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

Hey, those are my cakes that got wrecked buddy. I quickly scan him, his long blonde hair is tied up in a messy man bun, his stubbly jaw could cut glass, and if his eyes weren’t looking at me filled with murderous intent, I’d say they were beautiful. My favorite shade of blue; like that sky blue crayon that has just a little hint of green in it when you wanted to draw the ocean. This is no mere mortal; this is a Viking someone has brought back from the past, cleaned up and stuffed into a pristine, white, long-sleeved jogging outfit that fits him like a second skin.