Novel & Cerita Kabuki Mask / Big Hero 6

" Kim used the tea table to support her for stand up, knee already kneeling numbness and lose it strength. "Wait a minute." Arthur said in a low voice, "Your face is not ornamental. Put this on." He took a mask from his hand and handed it to her. The subordinates were surprised when they saw this. Master york gave his mask to such a dirty woman! Is there anything special about this woman? This mask is very similar to the one on Arturs's face. Kim didn't think much about it. After taking it, she put it on and limped to the front stage.

Alfi and Koji wonder. “Fatal 6, 6 top brasses of Waku-Waku. Their identities are unknown and they are always seen wearing polka dot cloak with contrast base color, white, red, blue, green, yellow, and black. They are really strong, so one reckless move and we are done for.” Rian seems to be agitated. "Your Highness, Do you mind if I go savage right now?" Pukan asked. "Guess I’ll leave him to you. He seems pretty strong." Alfi said.

"What? Did you just say, Zach?" "No—" Mask cursed himself in his head. "Fucking slipped." "Holy shit! Is our Boss Zacharias also Half Filipino—?!" Haru's jaw dropped. "Never mind, I forgot that he's dumb," Mask sighed in relief. "Uhh... what else? What Tagalog words did I learn—? OH! Bobo means greetings," Haru told. "It's another curse word," Mask said in a bored tone. "Well damn," Haru blinked. "Why are you so hard to trick..."

Zane continues before ending the call. I ran to my bike, opened the compartment behind and put on the leather jacket I kept inside just in case. I took out my mask, which is enough to cover my mouth and one of my eyes, leaving a hole for me to look. I drew a mouth and other designs on it to make it look cool and it's safe to say that I'm proud of it. If you've ever watched Tokyo Ghoul, you might have an idea or two. It looks just like kaneki's, but mine is better.

He found his seat reserved next to Damien, who looked like quite the chirpy bird around the other guests. Damien waved over to Alex and he nodded. “Did you see my little gift for you today?”, Damien asked in a low voice. “Yeah, what the hell is that? I’m not some batman!”, Alex exclaimed in a low voice. Damien began to laugh and cooled down for a bit. “That mask is for in case shit goes down, your secret won’t be revealed, instead, people will just see you as their modern-day hero. Where’s the mask by the way?”, Damien asked before he could take a sip of his champagne.

I asked. "Yup. If the spell's not caught up to us yet, we pretend until it does." I crossed my arms. "And how, exactly , do we do that?" He smiled, his eyes twinkling. "What makes you look like a girl ?" "My brains?" He chuckled. "Sense of humor. No, I mean looks." I scowled. "My hair, I suppose." "Yep!" He vanished off to look for scissors. My eyes went wide. "Oh no. No way, Liam."

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

The Masquerade mask was Harriet's special mask, a white snake mask with one eye hole on the right side. "Actually, this is my mother's mask," said Harriet quietly. She then smiled and held up another mask box. Harriet showed it to Liam who was still furrowing his brows at her previous words and opened the box. Another white mask appeared in their vision. It was a white wolf mask with golden stripes around its eyes. Harriet smiled proudly showing the mask design. It was the one she ordered yesterday, which turned out to be perfect and ready at just the right time. "This is for me?" Liam asked.

He alerted his team and assured me that everything was fine there. I walked towards the door but stopped immediately when something caught my eyes. Some black fabric was hanging behind the frame. Jacob's a minimalist when it comes to his home decorations. I turned and walked to the frame hanging on the wall. I carefully removed it. "Bloody hell." I murmured as I saw Mamba's mask. I gulped. Jacob saw it. He has the mask all along and he never mentioned or asked anything about it. I removed the mask on the hook and hid it in my jacket's secret pocket.