Gundham Tanaka Hamsters Novels & Stories

“Well, I feel sorry they have to end up with an unlikeable owner like you.” Reggie snorts, then opens the cage. The hamsters trundle forward. He picks them up, placing them on his palm. “This is Peach, and this is Buttercup. Both girls.” I look them over. Buttercup is a bit larger, with a white spot between the eyebrows—assuming hamsters have eyebrows. Peach has a pale sandy streak down her back. Their pink noses vibrate, their whiskers quivering. “Let them smell you. They like to meet new people.” he puts his hand out and I immediately step back.

“Hi! We wanted to buy a pair of hamsters.” “Hi! Sure, this way. We have different types of hamsters here.” “Types?” I blinked my eyes. I didn’t know there were different types of hamsters. “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll show you. It’s this way,” the saleswoman said politely. Yellow roses. Check. A pair of hamsters in a cute cage and ribbon. Check. 70% dark chocolate. Check. A bottle of Sauvignon. Check. “Done. Thank you for all of this, Scar. You’re busy with your parents here, but you still came to help me.” He said as we stepped down the car.

The frantic neon light of the main street was reduced to a faint, orange glow that filtered through the thick web of overhead power cables, casting long, spider-like shadows across the wet cobblestones. At the far end of the alley, sitting on a wooden milk crate outside a tiny, shuttered ramen shop, was Ren Tanaka. He was a young man in his late twenties, his short black hair shaved close at the sides, his face marked by a long, clean scar that ran from his left temple down to his jawline. He wore a dark, oversized nylon bomber jacket and heavy boots, looking like a typical Shinjuku street youth, but his eyes were a startling, brilliant amber gold that marked him as a purebred Alpha of the n