Chainsaw Man Black Hair Guy の小説・ストーリー

It is the guy from the clubhouse. If I forget everything else that happened that night, I can never forget that face. His black hair is neatly combed back. His face looks carved and sharp. He is wearing a black trouser and a white shirt that fits him in a way that makes me rethink every decision I have ever made. If I didn’t know any better, I would have assumed he was some wealthy corporate man sent from the sky to rescue me. My own strange version of a knight in shining armor. Except there is nothing shiny about my situation.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. I focused more fully on the man approaching me; continuing to breathe deeply and calmly. This was happening, and I had to deal with it. I had to keep my composure and do my best to represent the Extinguishers as well as I could. I would not allow my first words to a fairy king to be about the cleanliness of his courtyard. As he drew closer, I realized that his hair wasn't completely purple. At the roots, it was actually black; lightening to purple about an inch down before it faded to lavender at the ends.

“Who wants to know? “I replied, raising my chin. Gabby said that a chin movement expressed insubordination, and I always felt more confident when I did. I don't think the stranger thought that way, because he ended up laughing softly when he looked directly into my face. The man tilted his head slightly and the movement made me notice the baldness between his hair. His body could easily be called chubby, but he wasn't exactly fat, just too burly. The shoulders were very wide and the waist was not thin, so it seemed that there was no room to separate his trunk from his hip. He stretched out a wide hand with hair on my fingers, and said: “I’m Anthony Blackmore.”

Richard growled. The crowd of people separated making a way in the middle, and there stands a 6'5 man with brown chocolate hair cut from the sides and long on top with little flecks falling on his scalp, he had muscles and some veins where popping out from his arms, he was wearing a shirt which he folded its arm length to his elbows and he wore black tights jeans with black boots, he looked like he's from some bike gang or something,with two sets of brown eyes.

We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble that is similar to Leon's, and baby blue eyes.

She cursed herself silently as she held her breath some more and she waited for the door to open. The door slowly opened and a man appeared in the doorway. It was dark in the room, so because of the lights that were on in the hallway behind him, he looked HUGE, and extremely sinister. He was tall, and as wide as the side of an old red barn. Not fat, but HUGE in every other way. His hair was as black as night. It was very curly and it was long. Really long. It flowed from the top of his large, round head and around his wide face and down his back to his waistline. It was sleek and soft. It was well kept, and he had a matching goat tee that was just as meticulously groomed.

I was surprised that he knew some names which makes me wonder if he's just that friendly that he's so great at remembering names or he's just a big time flirt? "Hey man!" He waved at a guy with a shoulder length black hair who was sitting over the letter C leather couch filled with so many model-looking porn star looking women. "You're late man." The black haired oozingly gorgeous guy calls out while they did that manly handshake. PJ pulled me closer to him and the black haired gorgeous looking man started travelling his eyes to me. Oh shit, these guys are insanely good looking. It's out of this world. "Who you got here?" The black haired guy asked.

Jack said, pointing. I made a sour face as the creepy guy grinned with delight. He had his hair in one of those top knot man buns and he was actually small for a shifter, though he had very broad shoulders and a massive beard. His hair was a weird gray, almost silvery. I hoped I had it wrong, I hoped he was a human. I couldn’t put my finger on it but he just made me want to claw at him for some weird reason. “This question is actually for Grace,” he said, as he weaved through the crowd and came forward.

These weren't humans. The circle stopped, the engines idling low. A man on a black Harley rolled forward. He was enormous, his shoulders broad enough to block out the moon. His hair was a wild, silver-streaked mane, and a scar ran from his temple to his jaw, disappearing into a thick beard. "Cane," the big man rumbled. "I thought I smelled something rotting in the wind. I didn't think you’d be stupid enough to return to the border. Not after what happened last time."

He added as he seriously stared at us with his coal eyes. “Man, you’re so cheeky,” the browned-haired woman from before replied as she crossed her hands and legs. Another man just beside Black-haired, repulsively spat, “Two versus five? You serious?” He sneered, “Well, that’s better than one versus five though.” This guy is wearing a black hood, failing me to take a glimpse of his exteriors. He’s also wearing some leather hunting boots, concluding that he’s indeed a primitive hunter. Another guy standing beside Black-haired possessed the biggest build among the four and is also the quietest one. An ax in his hand and a horned armor on his head. His skin was leathered, sun-bitten.