Fruit Basket Kakeru Novels & Stories

Cakra said surprised seeing his gun. Cakra glances at Kartika astonishingly. This is the first time for him to see Kartika this serious that she made such significant progress. "What was that?! Kartika created a gun for me all of a sudden. For a user with type B Ribo, manipulating Iru is very hard, not to mention if it’s an equipment for her Ribo. What a resolve. Good job, Kartika." Cakra said in his mind. Kartika’s Iru is overflowing that her hair is ascending. The overflowing causes a great wave that makes the guy tremble.

Gnelsey slowly extended a unique fruit to him. "What is this?" Anarungu asked, eyeing the fruit in his hand. It was a round purple orb, speckled with irregular spots—something he had rarely encountered in the jungle. "Fertiler. I found it this morning. It's a special fruit that will make your seed strong." "Why didn't we use it earlier?"

She dresses quick: jeans, Lake Hamilton tee, then pulls Haru’s hoodie over it all. The red kanji sits bold across her chest. She buries her nose in the collar—inhales deep—his scent still strong: fire, cedar, faint antiseptic, him. A grin spreads across her face—private, giddy. Meanwhile, at the Nakamura house— Haru slips in through the back door. The kitchen is already alive: Seras at the counter, hair in twin buns again, humming as she packs two identical bentos—tamagoyaki spirals, teriyaki chicken, onigiri with salmon, edamame, pickled veggies, strawberries arranged in little hearts.