Captain Kuchiki Novels & Stories

“What are you doing?” A middle-aged man suddenly barked ahead of us, and the Japanese soldiers who were dragging me and Dicken along stopped, with one of them answering, “Captain, we caught a merman and a human while we were patrolling the bitch.” “Hmmm?” The middle-aged man addressed as ‘captain’ was clearly wearing a different uniform from the other soldiers, and he was walking towards us while studying Dicken from head to tail. Soon, his expression turned solemn and he ordered, “That’s the Black Scale King! The one the professor had been looking for so long! Hurry up, separate him from the human and take him to the professor!”

Del fuero as his elephant ears reddened and his glare at me intensified, halatang hindi nagustuhan ito especially that someone who was laughing right now at his expense. "Will you shut your goddamn mouth, Captain Corteza???" Galit na saad nito sabay lingon sa likuran nito, causing the staffs blocking the captain from the view hastily stepped to the side and revealing the laughing captain. Probably they're scared to be pierced by their employer's dagger look. At the sight of the captain, napapatango na lang ako. I can tell that he had the same height with Mr.del fuero's but not with his behaviour for sure. His black hair was slightly wavy and long, but not as long as Allan's shoulder length h

he sneered. “Screw you!” Captain White bit his bottom lip with hate in his eyes. Arresting Zuka won’t work. The best he could do is to put him down. Too bad he has run out of bullets. It was a special bullet his wife helped him to prepare. There’s no creature the bullet won’t kill. She enchanted the bullets. Zuka pulls his leg away from Captain White. “Are you going to be messing around or you wanted to save your son from his stepsister?”

That was a completely normal thing to do. Kensei was one of the people Khyle had identified early as genuinely worth paying attention to. The team captain. White haired, broad shouldered, and carrying himself with the particular brand of authority that came not from rank but from being the kind of man other men defaulted to when things got complicated. He was slightly broader than Gunner across the shoulders, which was saying something, and he had the relaxed manner of someone who had long since stopped needing to prove anything to anyone. He and Gunner looked comfortable together. Easy. Kensei knuckled him in the shoulder and Gunner took it with a grin that showed teeth and didn't look even

"Yeah. This is Keto, he's the one running the op. And that's Kira." Banks threw a casual salute. "Pleasure. I've heard the name Keto get tossed around. Heard individuals with that name get things done." Keto nodded once, his expression stoic. "Likewise." "And Kira," captain said, turning to her, "I take it you're the brains behind the beauty?" Kira rolled her eyes and grinned. "You wish." I cut in. "Alright, alright, enough flirting. Cap, how many did you bring with you?"

The young man burst into manic laughter. "I know you're trying to trick me into talking, but what does it matter if I tell you? Our captain used to be a free‑fighting champion. After the apocalypse, his awakened ability enhanced his body even further. When he kills you, you won't sense a thing—your head will already have been blown apart by a single punch! "But for someone like you, our captain won't let you die so easily! "I told you—he'll break your bones one by one, smash them into pieces, and let your marrow spill all over the ground for dogs to eat!

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

Dexter's chest was heaving, his eyes locked on mine over her shoulder, gold burning bright even in the dim light. "You want to do this here?" he asked. "In front of her? In front of the cameras three doors down?" "I don't care where we do it." "You should care," he said. "Because the second either of us shifts in this building, it's over. Both of us. The whole thing unravels. Is that really what you want, Captain?" The word came out mocking, sharp, like he knew exactly how much I hated hearing it from him. "Don't call me that."

Her aunt nodded, though it didn't look like she fully believed it, her eyes drifting back to Kayla's still form in the bed, something old and heavy sitting behind the grief on her face, something I didn't have a name for and didn't ask about. I stayed kneeling there beside her, one hand resting on her arm, the monitor beeping on steadily in the background, counting out the quiet. But somewhere underneath the relief, the doctor's words kept turning over in my head. ‘Unusual for someone who simply slipped.’ I thought about the girl by the lockers. The wave. The smile. I didn't say anything. Not yet.

Captain Mario greeted them as they stepped out of the caddy. "Hi, Captain Mario. Thank you for welcoming us. We can't wait to meet your crew." Charles greeted the captain back. Charles and Esther then walked up the passenger bridge and followed Captain Mario to the living room, where a line of crew members were there to greet them. "Allow me to introduce you to my team." Captain Mario began. "Roger and Laura are my 1st and 2nd officers respectively. Quincy is the officer on watch." "Imelda is my bosun. She has Payton the lead deckhand and two assistant deckhands, Ethan and Aaron. Our security officer is a former army sergeant. We call him Sarge."