Gin Ichimaru Eyes Novels & Stories

She had to get away. Suddenly, Tristan appeared before her, his face only a few inches from hers. He grinned. “Interesting,” he said. “Is that your idea, Mr. Tachibana? The two different eye colors?” Mr. Tachibana cocked his head to one side and was about to say something when Logan said, “One blue eye and one gray eye. They look oddly familiar, don’t you think, Tristan?” “God, you guys are annoying,” Hayden said and then turned to Sakura. “Come on. Mom and Dad are waiting.”

All of sudden, his eyes squint as he gazes at me. “For how many days you didn’t drink blood?” He wonders, noticing the color of my iris. “Hah! You are the one to speak,” I snort. “Your eyes have turned black.” “At least they have lighter shade than yours,” he snickers, pulling his lower eyelid further down, showing me more of his eyeball before sticking his tongue. He tried to mimic those kawaii japanese girls he saw on the television the other day but ended up looking ugly yet stupidly cute.

In the depths of his blue eyes, she saw a reflection of her own resolve, a shared courage forged in the fires of adversity. As Nora entered the courtroom, the atmosphere was tense, with hushed conversations and the occasional shuffle of papers. The room is adorned with wood-panelled walls, and the solemnity is accentuated by the judge's bench at the front. Nora sat on one side, her gaze steady, her mind drifted to the moment she had rushed in and seen Alexander. He was still holding the gun and Sebastian was on the floor groaning, Nora could almost feel the blood in her fingers like it just happened.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

The confusion was replaced by a sterile, ice-cold certainty. The Architect walked over, looming over them with a quiet, smug elegance. He stepped over Arga’s limp, quivering form and knelt beside Anji. He held up a handheld mirror, offering a look at Anji’s eyes. Anji peered into the reflection. His pupils were not there—they had expanded to fill the iris, leaving nothing but an expanse of abyssal, indigo-gold brilliance. The glow under his skin didn't flicker anymore; it shone with a steady, eerie persistence.

"Look at Kit for me.” Mitsuhide's eyebrow rose, but he did as his father asked. He waited as he looked at the small woman who was there beside him. "What now?” Mitsuhide asked. "Look at the camera,” His father said. As some as he did, his father smiled. "That was all I needed to know.” "What?” Mitsuhide asked. "Mitsu, the answer is in your eyes,” Kit softly said. "What answer?” he asked. "Mitsu, your eyes change color when they look at me,” she said. "They soften and become even more golden; it is how I knew you meant what you said,”

Imogen sighed and looked at her, “I don’t lie Tinker bell, I find it futile…Though I hate to repeat my word. But let me restate once again for you," He shifted and straightened his back while assuring her through his oceany blue eyes," I would leave as soon as I recover. Did you hear it now or should I repeat once more?” Imogen asked while raising his one brow. Maze gulped being fascinated by his sky blue eyes, which was one of the rare kinds of eye color she had ever seen. She felt with each reaction his eyes changed their color to deepen the meaning of his each spewed syllable. She responded as she felt her throat went dry, "No, I heard you."

Has white hair. Mange:- they have a history of delinquency and being displaced by social services but seems to be normal kids. Tanjiro- A guitar player who's energy reminds Kagami of Izanagi at times, a blonde haired brown eyed fellow. His quiet and focused demeanor often make others see him as the leader of the group but that's not completely the case.

A pair of arms being warped on his shoulder his own self with red eyes resting its head upon his shoulder. Wearing nothing at all the hair went right below his shoulder with the huge smug across his face. "Let's see how much of a true lover he is or the incomplete words just like your mother?" Takeshi with the red eyes places his hand under Takeshi's child. Turning it around to face him as they both look directly into each other's eyes. "Dont you want the old days back? the time you used to spend together" the red-eye asked rising its bow in response. Making the brown eyes Takeshi nod its head in response.

I frowned, looking away from him. He sighed, the warmth of his hand cupping my face to make me look at him. “I don’t care about any of that. I don’t care that you’re a Hatake. I don’t even care that you’re Kitsune. I’ve seen you take someone’s life, and I don’t care.” he was so serious. His voice didn’t waver, and his eyes remained focused. He wasn’t bullshitting me.