Bungo Stray Dogs Yosano Novels & Stories

For three full minutes, no one comes near me. The dining hall resets, benches scraping, bowls being refilled, conversations rising and falling in wavelets that skirt the edges of real violence. My isolation is so complete it’s almost a physical thing—a moat of open air, a buffer of untouchability. I imagine the boundary as a circle of salt poured around my bench, every grain a warning: Here lies the Stray Moon. Do not approach. Then the kitchen girl breaks the circle.

At that moment, Stray Dog had a bad feeling about the situation. “CEO York already knows what you’re thinking of doing. Do you really think that I’m the one being surrounded by your men right now?” Tyson blew onto the barrel of his silenced gun. “I’ll be generous. The man that’s being surrounded right now is none other than the God of War himself!” “What?! Impossible!” An utterly horrible expression was showing on Stray Dog’s face. Obviously, Tyson knew full well of Stray Dog’s plans too. He stopped talking at this moment and rushed forward, kicking Stray Dog to the ground.

I whispered the last part. He huffed and I smiled and backed up. He lowered himself so he was on all fours. "I haven't seen you all day. Did you eat breakfast or lunch?" I asked. Yano just stared at me. "I'm taking that as a no unless you went hunting." I said looking into his eyes. He hum came from him as if he was loudly agreeing with me. "Good my love. Just making sure you eat." I laughed. A deep barking came from the border and I jumped up in surprise. My widened eyes watch our pack members run to the border and some away to the pack house. I turned to Yano in enough time to see him shred his black fur and turn to Dom again.

Logan asked Delano. "Yes, Someone from the organization went astray" Delano replied while Logan chuckled. "It turned out to be a stray dog" Logan crossed his legs and leaned back on the soft car sofa "What do you think we should do to a stray Dog?" He asked without looking at anyone at all. "Make the disappear from the face of the earth" Delano replied but Logan shook his head. "Not you, Her" He cocked his head and glanced at Amelia that hurdled herself to a corner.

One person and one dog locked eyes, neither eager to make the first move. Rowan stepped forward, gently patting the crown of Bingo's head, and inquired, "Are you hungry?" Swiftly navigating the corner cabinet, she unearthed a blue dog bowl and a half-filled bag of dog food. Seeing these items, Bingo promptly shelved its standoffish attitude and approached Rowan with a wagging tail. It brushed against her outstretched hand before lowering its head to eat. In Rolland's perspective, the target of Bingo's attention transitioned from a mysterious stranger to a friend with a welcoming smile.

It froze at the sight of her, then stared straight with dark, intelligent eyes. Sydney stared back. It was a border collie, its markings eerily like an oversized Yoyo. Before she could react, the dog leapt up, paws on her, sniffing her all over—the same way Yoyo would greet her after school. Sydney crouched, rubbing its head. "Little fella, did you mistake me for your owner?" "Yoyo, get back here." A low, familiar voice drifted over. Julian strolled out, one hand in his pocket, his gaze sliding lazily between the dog and Sydney. "Didn't you hear her? Wrong person. Your mom doesn't want you anymore."

"Working on it. Dane has already gone back to the bus." Dane was happy when he thought he saw a light coming opposite his position, he ran immediately but accidentally tripped on a wire that activated a string of wires tying his leg in a motion, dragging him upward with his right leg hanging in the air, he bumped his head in the tree and passed out, his bag slipped out of his hand.

It was a far cry from the life she had once imagined having. She was in a soup kitchen, eating with Emily when a strange woman approached her. She had long, black hair and green eyes. She smiled at Camille with her daughter. “How old is she?” Camille looked up, in surprise. “Just over two.” She kept her foot on her duffle bag, making sure nobody touched it. “She’s adorable,” the woman said. “What’s her name?” “Emily.” Camille watched her, warily. “And I’m Camille.”

“May I ask your name, ma’am?” The woman looked at him. “My name is Uesugi Aiko.” “My name is Darrion. Madam Uesugi-san, you mentioned someone named Kuro-kun. Who is this Kuro-kun?” Darrion asked. “Kuro-kun wa, I mean, Kuro-kun is a dog. He’s Arimura-kun’s dog.” “And where is this dog? When I entered Kuroda’s room, I didn’t see any dog nor anyone other than him.”