Ichigo Zero Two Novels & Stories

Behind Luke, holding the barrel of a heavy black handgun pressed directly against the base of Luke’s skull, was Subject Zero-Two. Zero-Two looked like Noah’s dark mirror image. He had the same sharp jaw, the same dark blue eyes, and the exact same height. But across his forehead, running from his hairline down to his right eyebrow, was a thick red lotus tattoo that stood out starkly against his pale skin. "Noah, don't open that door!" Luke shouted toward the camera, his raspy voice tight with tension. "He brought three Vanguard strike teams with him! They have the whole yard surrounded!"

Under the dim, flickering glow of a single oil lamp, a thin figure sat hunched before a terminal composed of several salvaged monitors held together by duct tape and wire. This was a youth who looked barely in his twenties—Code Name: Zero. When he looked up, Sophia noticed his immediate abnormality: his hands shook with a high-frequency tremor as he typed, a visible sign of permanent neurological damage. Every few minutes, he winced, reaching into a silver briefcase beside him for a syringe filled with a glowing blue liquid. He expertly injected it into his thigh, hissing through clenched teeth as the drug suppressed the violent rejection spasms wracking his nervous system.

I didn't get any rest that night. Tyra rested one blade over her lap, Kieran sat close to me, half-awake, half-alert, and Malek snuggled against the wall. However, I was unable to close my eyes. Not after what I had witnessed. Subject Zero wearing my face, though not me. She was not Echo. Echo was the ideal weapon; she was smooth and icy. Zero, however, was something different; Not made to follow orders, it wasn't even made to be copied.

A true anomaly among them. “Can’t complain,” Ichiro said. “Except,” Zigor added, looking at his friend, “the whole losing your clothes when you change thing.” Laughing, Ava said, “This might sting.” Moving her fingers in the air, Ava formed a rune in the space between her and the men. She directed it towards Zigor. It disappeared through his shirt. He hissed, rubbing the spot on the left side of his chest. Ava repeated the same process with Ichiro. Taking a step back, she said—

She lowers her eyes and scrubs her hands. In the dark. Zero-one tapped his headset, and the slight sound indicated that he had found the target and was ready to start work. At the other end, zero two lowered his voice, "You can move, and we will come later." Zero-one pulled up the black mask hanging around his neck, and the brim of his hat was lightly brought down. When he lifted his face, he only showed a pair of sharp eyes, and his eyes were cruel and fierce, showing the coldness.

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

"Good." "Kenji is still sitting in a federal cage," Shinjiro muttered, looking back at the empty pier. "My brother forgot his origins," Ichiro turned his hard eyes toward the distant city skyline. "He traded the sword for a fountain pen, Shinjiro. A pen snaps the second you put real pressure on it." "We lock down the perimeter first," Ichiro countered coldly. "We find their weak spots, and then we bleed this fucking city dry." A black sedan idled with a low purr at the edge of the pier. Shinjiro threw open the rear door, and Ichiro slid onto the leather seat.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

“This is our fight, all of us. We either rise together or fall alone.” Ryu’s form shimmered, shifting between man and beast in a display of primal power that set the earth beneath us trembling. His roar was a challenge hurled into the heart of darkness, a promise that he would tear down any force daring to threaten what little freedom we had clawed back. I mirrored his resolve, stepping beside him, my own aura flaring brighter until I was a beacon of light against the encroaching shadows.

Nathan said. I didn’t know what to say, I stayed silent. “I’m ready.” I said, speaking to both Nathan and Aleu. And just then I began to feel it, heat rising up in my body. Every part of my body began to hurt, I could feel my bones starting to shift. A sharp crack echoed through me, pain shooting down my spine. My breathing became uneven as heat rushed beneath my skin, spreading through every part of me. It felt like my body was breaking apart and rebuilding itself at the same time.