Chasing Kitsune
the man commanded.
“Yeah, yeah. There’s just one problem.” I sighed. “And what’s that?” He questioned. Quickly I reached, grabbing the buckle of Hibiki’s belt, spinning, pulling the leather from his waist, wielding it like a whip. The end of the belt snapped against our would-be assassin’s hand, making him drop his gun. “That’s Yūri Konishi, bitch. Check the ring.” I flipped him off with my left ring finger.
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