Captain Hikifune Novels & Stories

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

“Yes. I am aware. Thank you for the suggestion, adventurer-san. Oh, my apologies… I didn’t catch your name.” “It’s Jai. Jai Waetford.” Jai smiled. The soldiers by the benches widened their eyes, one of the even almost choked on their food. The captain offered his hand and they shook hands. “Jai-san, I am Captain Haneda of the East Military Post. Nice to meet you.” “Likewise, Captain Haneda.” Jai nodded. “Well then. You are welcome to stay and rest in our post anytime. If you’re hungry, our chef is quite good. You can order some menus from him.” The captain offered.

He snapped a wrist shot into the top corner of the net so hard the black puck rattled violently inside the twine. Ethan slammed his stick against the plexiglass in celebration, cheering. Damon coasted backward, turning toward the stands to wipe sweat from his brow with his glove. His dark eyes scanned the perimeter until they locked onto me standing by the tunnel. Even from fifty feet away across a crowded ice rink, I saw his entire demeanor shift. The ruthless, cutthroat captain melted away. A tiny, quiet smile touched his lips—a private, subtle look meant entirely for me. My betraying heart gave a sudden, painful flutter. I couldn't help it. I smiled back.

I let out a heavy sigh, shifting my weight to stand up, but Jessica reached out and pressed both hands against my chest, pushing me firmly back into the sofa. “You look completely dead on your feet, Lu,” she murmured, her voice softening. “How about I grab you something cold to drink before you collapse?” At the mere mention of a drink, my throat burned with a dry ache, reminding me just how little water or food I’d had since driving across the state. “Make it something cold,” I muttered, leaning my head back against the cushion. “Sure thing,” Jessica replied, flashing me a slow, deliberate wink as she stood up. She returned a moment later holding an icy bottle of beer. “Here you go, papi. Y

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin... With each name, my fear grows. These aliens are twice the size of their female counterparts, and they don't look friendly. They don't necessarily look mean either, but I can tell they have killed. Their bodies and demeanor say power. A power that I could never dream of matching.

My chest tightened so hard I almost lost focus completely. I swallowed hard and stepped off the mat quickly before emotions could fully catch up to me. The rest of tryouts blurred together after that. By the time the judges finally returned with clipboards, everybody looked ready to pass out. One of the coaches stepped forward. “Captain position goes to...” She smiled slightly. “Iris.” The gym erupted immediately. Iris looked happy but not surprised. Because honestly? She deserved it. Then names for the squad started getting called one by one. Girls squealed. Some cried. Others looked devastated.

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

The four commanders sit down across from the Kea females who were first in line, and the announcer clears his voice. "Next up are the Captains. There are quite a few, so ages and achievements will have to be something you find out yourselves, ladies. Let's begin. Capt. Cull- Shikazs, Capt. Moor- Gaimo, Capt. Tilk- Bronkark, Capt. Bolis- Vaal, Capt. Nole- Bronkark, Capt. Terrax- Glortinon, Capt. Het- Makskin...

His jaw clenched with grim satisfaction. “We heard the explosions and came as fast as we could,” Terry said, his voice low but firm as he approached Roberto. The firelight flickered across his face, casting deep shadows. He glanced toward Captain Juan, nodding in acknowledgment before his eyes settled on the Japanese captives. Captain Juan returned the nod. “We managed to capture their leader, Ichiro Minamoto, but he’s been tight-lipped so far.”

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”