Itachi Middle Finger Novels & Stories

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

Ah, so he doesn’t know? “You’re wrong…”, I sigh. “Hold out the palm of your right hand for me Takahashi”. Having no choice but to obey my commands, he holds out the palm of his only working hand. I calmly take the offered hand and swiftly crush it in my grip. Takahashi screams.

It tells you two now, then you will know who is older here. "You're counting on me, aren't you?" "Oh, how do you know that?" "It's obvious on your face." Kito Yun smiled evilly, without hesitation reached out, and pinched someone's nostrils, his young master never refused to hide his expression, all emotions were clearly shown on his face. "Don't pinch your nose, it's disgusting that you are as mean as your second brother, so you only pinch people's nostrils. If one's nostrils are flat, people will pay for it."

“How could I think that? I’ve heard about your ruthlessness. After all, the Ito family killed a fair number of civilians during World War II. Even though your grandfather ended up on trial, it ironically elevated your family's status among extremists. Your Yamaguchi-gumi even helps the government take care of political dissidents. I’m not wrong, am I?” He didn’t move, but I felt the trembling of the blade’s tip. I smirked. “But that doesn’t matter, because I have good news for you. You have another son.” Kenji Ito’s grip on the sword loosened, and it clattered to the ground. “Is what you’re saying true?” He hurriedly approached me. “Of course it’s true because…” Using the force of the two me

"Don't try to become a Toko girl. You are very unique. You were not made to blend in here. You were brought to shine off. Can't you even see your skin colour, how can you blend in?" I laughed. "I'm serious. If they find you weird or different it's okay. I like your soft hair, your beautiful eyes and your soft hands." He took my hands in his and examined them. "Thank you." "What's this?" He asked holding the middle finger on my left hand close to his eyes. "What?" I looked at my middle finger and at the bottom of the finger at the back of the hand my skin was lighter than the rest of the hand. The lighter colour shaped thin around my middle finger.

He immediately yelled, “Huh! Based on what I’ve gathered about that b*stard, Ito Yahiko, he has purposely sent those flowers and fruit baskets to insult me! Laughing at me as if this is some kind of joke! Last time, his daughter had been badly injured during the world martial arts tournament held at Oskia and was recuperating in Kyoto hospital. I took the initiative to send them flowers and fruits to mock them. I didn’t expect them to be able to retaliate that quickly!” Eikichi, who had both his arms in casts, shouted angrily, “Father! That old b*stard, Ito Yahiko, is a very calculative person! He'll get revenge when he gets the chance! He threw all the flowers and the fruit basket that you

They both turned to where the voice came from. “Ichiya, I told you not to yell so loudly in public, it's rude.” “Sorry Keito, I'm just so excited.” The two males approached them. Ichiya was a 5'7 guy who loves playing basketball. He's known for being loud and outgoing. Most of all, he thinks of Takumi as an older brother, even though they're the same age, not to mention they're in the same class. He's one hell of a flirt but has terrible luck with the ladies. Yep, a hopeless romantic.

He says sarcastically. With a saccharine smile I slowly raise my hand, flipping him my middle finger. He chuckles at my show of spirit before he crosses his arms across his perfectly muscled chest. “Ah.. she's got a feisty side, does she?” He takes his foot and nudges the chain at my feet. “How tough can you be when you're the one that's chained up?” He smirks.

At this time, Gerald had both of his hands behind his back, and there happened to be a broken chair leg beneath his feet. So, he simply tapped his toes lightly before applying a little force. Whoosh! The broken chair leg flew through the air and slashed directly past Ito’s cheek. It did not stop there, but it continued flying until it embedded itself deeply into a stone pillar that was next to Ito. The stone pillar where the chair leg had been embedded started breaking and spreading into a spider web formation. Ito froze, still holding the katana in mid-air with both hands. Then, he lowered his eyes to look at the scratch on his left cheek.