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I yawned, bored with this bullshit. The just over half dozen men seemed uneasy at my casual attitude. Do these thugs not realize who they came for? Of course not. If Takashi or Rokurō told them they would be fighting Kitsune, they’d have shit their pants and run for the hills. “Get them. Don’t kill the girl. But be sure the boy is dead.” Rokurō said, letting out a long puff of smoke. As he flicked his cigarette to the ground, snuffing it with the tip of his shiny black shoe, he turned, walking back into the shadows.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to

“You can call him if you want…” “But let me tell you…”. She sighs in satisfaction. “Getting blood out of the furniture is harder than you think”. Is she trying to guilt-trip me? Me? Hagakure Sorahiko?. “Well, it’s a good thing that I’m always excited to learn new things!”. I pick up my phone and open my phone book. Sakura latches onto my hand from the left— Rei does the same from the right. “Hold on!”. They both shout.

Kirita said with one hand on her waist and the other pointing at them. Sasuke burst into laughter, but later calmed down when he saw Sakiko's solemn expression.

“W-What did you just say?” “Hahaha! We won’t allow you to take away the secret key, and the Regent Jade must stay here.” As soon as Sakura’s voice faded, a slew of people appeared from their immediate vicinity. Many ninjas surrounded Garfield, with Kurama from Mount Osore taking the lead. “D*mn it! How could you play with my feelings?”

Said Sara giving Sekora a tight hug. “Mom, I’m not a weed, I’m a big flower. Said Sekora, crossing her arms. “Oh and which one is that?” asked Sara with a smile. “The Cherry Blossom flower.” Said Sekora returning the smile. “Alright honey, lets go or we will be late.” Said Sara, loading Sekora in the families Honda Civic and shutting door. “Can we listen to the Magical unicorns theme?” asked Sekora. “Once.” Sara replied. “Twice please!” pleaded Sekora holding up two fingers.

A group of crows flaps their wings and cowed on top of the large branches while watching the two kids busily covered the hole in soil using the shovels. Beneath this Sakura tree, Mizu buried her Mother. Face, feet, and hands are in pink and numb because of the freezing temperature. White and warm smoke was coming out from the pinkish nose and purple lips every time she breathes and speaks. Hands clasping together, and eyes in tight closed, Mizu and Kuro prayed for the safe journey of the soul of her mother in the afterlife. Mizu left the burial with a frost flower. Walking with Kuro, Mizu decided to go back home. She just remembered Shiro is still sleeping in their house. She still has someo

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

Only Sorata lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly, his expression constantly changing, showing unwillingness. What Sorata didn't notice was that Mitaka had been paying attention to him and Mitaka's expression was a bit serious. Monica and Sorata both entered Sakurasou one after another and the relationship between him and the other two was quite similar, and it wasn't that he was more biased, but now, he felt that Sorata was a bit irrational.

Her assistant, Kurenai, was in a hurry as she stretched out her hand to grab hold of one of the puppies from the kennel in the backyard. After much difficulty, she finally grabbed hold of a very naughty and mischievous Akita puppy. Kurenai quickly hugged the puppy tightly in her arms before she hurried over to the entrance of Nanako’s door. “Miss Nanako, is this puppy okay?” Nanako has just placed a pink cherry blossom jacket with a very feminine feel to it inside her suitcase at this time. She looked up at the puppy in Kurenai’s arms before she smiled and said, “Oh! It turns out to be Momotaro. To be honest, I really feel very reluctant to give Momotaro away…”