Kabuki Mask / Big Hero 6 Novels & Stories

I had to fulfill it. "Okay, this is where I leave you to it, Thalia," Billie said, her voice playful as she watched Kobee and Rosco slip deeper into the crowd, their figures blending with the sea of people. Their suits and masks made them unrecognizable, just like everyone else. I glanced back at Billie, and it was almost like looking at a stranger. The mask she wore had small jewels that caught the light, brightening her eyes. Unlike mine, which was plain, with a dangling gem on the nose and a feather that poked out from the left side.

“It was a helmet, not just a mask. Where is the rest of it?” “Huh?” She’s looking at me now, a strand of hair falling loose from the messy bun I watched her wind and tie back half an hour ago, imagining the curve of her spine and the indent between her shoulders, the same places I kissed– “Aris?” “What?” “Are you listening? This mask is supposed to be connected to a head guard–it’s a helmet. That’s why it won’t fit over your face and why it’s so heavy.” “Well, shit.”

Elowen POV. The leather sofa in VIP Room Three still held the warmth of the last client. I could feel it through the thin crimson silk barely covering my body as I adjusted my position, making sure every angle was perfect. The jeweled mask sat secure against my face, catching the low amber light, hiding everything that mattered while showing everything that didn't. My red hair fell in waves over my bare shoulders. No brown wig or oversized cardigan swallowing my curves tonight. Tonight, I was Nyx, and Nyx didn't hide.

he said. Thanks to Kurai's nose, it didn't take long for them to find the building Kazuha is in. Both head to an unknown building which looks like an underground concert where they walk in to see a crowd of people cheering on to the band. Cai Kang looked up to see a few familiar faces and saw Kazuha on stage, playing the drums, wearing a mask. Even though she is wearing a mask, he could tell how much she is enjoying it. Kazuha then looked down noticing the guys, staring at them for more than a couple seconds. Even though she is wearing a mask, Cai Kang could definitely tell she is surprised and displeased to see them as she kept playing the instrument.

"Umm—" "Of course you're in." I haven't yet decided it but he want me to take a yes. He was wearing a mask, made by Abaca fiber, too. He seems to have a cough or something. I can't see his whole face. But, his silver lightning eyes was sharp that doesn't miss a thing. I think he wants to befriend with me. He almost touched my skin so I managed to move a litle bit away from him. Who is this guy?

"N-no sir. They wear funny masks so we can't see their faces or hear their voices clearly." "What mask?" asked Ricky again. "The men wear brown wolf masks and the women wear pink rabbit masks," replied Kirk. Jayden patted Kirk's shoulder lightly. "Is that all you can tell us?" Jayden asked in a light tone. Kirk looked down in fear. "Y-yes sir, I don't know any more. Please spare me sir," wailed Kirk shamelessly. Jayden chuckled. "I guess I'll spare you," Jayden said quietly. Kirk was relieved and just opened his mouth to say thank you, when suddenly he felt like he was thrown hard and saw his body still standing straight. At that time Kirk realized that he saw that his body had no head.

Haruto's attention drifted toward the clothing bench where Kaito had thrown a few accessories and his gaze zeroed on a white mask. He walked over and picked it up. “Is this for something?” He was glad he sighted the mask. He had been wondering how he'd bring up the topic of the party without Aito getting suspicious. He didn't want Aito knowing he had planted a bug on him. Aito nodded. “My brothers are hosting a masquerade party. They’re celebrating a huge contract they signed, so Kaito brought me here to find something to wear.” Haruto turned the mask over in his hand, already imagining how angelic Aito would look in it. “When?”

Mom rarely swore, but when she did, it was comedy gold. “Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, pulling away and sliding my white mask over my face. It was beautifully crafted: two silver wolves howling at the moon etched into the forehead, with thin black detailing that traced the cheekbones. The mask made me feel different—stronger, bolder. Like maybe I could fake bravery for one night. “I’m going to find Alpha and Luna Silvermane,” she said, squeezing my hand once before disappearing into the crowd. And just like that, the warmth of her touch vanished.

Maya retorted, folding her hands under her breast. "Good, I think we can work with that, even if you're both being extremely brute with your words," Becca said, frowning. "First of all, you should cover your faces," Becca handed each of us a mask. It was made like the face of an animal. Maya's face was a leopard, Naya's face was a hyena, Becca's face was a rabbit and my face was a deer. "Why do I get to wear a deer? Why not a Lion?" I frowned, wearing the mask.

Idris is losing this war before it even starts. "Mother, wait!" Zuberi suddenly shouts, dashing over to the side table. He grabs my leather battle mask—the scarred, freckled leather piece I use to conceal my true identity from the high clans—and thrusts it toward me. "Your mask! You can't leave the villa without your mask!" I frown, taking the hardened leather mask from his hands. "Zuberi, you've hated this mask since the day I brought you back from the badlands. Why are you suddenly desperate for me to wear it?"