Kakashi In A Suit Novels & Stories

I felt the tight, anxious knot in my chest finally loosen and unravel. A soft click echoed behind me. The glass door opened and closed. I didn't jump. I didn't panic. The familiar scent of dark coffee, mint, and winter storm washed over me before I even turned my head. Kai. He walked across the balcony with silent footsteps. He wore his tailored midnight blue suit. He skipped the formal tie, leaving his collar open to expose his tanned throat. He looked relaxed and lethal all at once. He was a brutal apex predator dressed in silk, and he belonged entirely to me.

wearing sweatpants and an old tee, with his hair tied low so he could wear his baseball cap. We don’t answer him and continue looking at my future sister-in-law. “So where are you and Beckett going for your honeymoon?” I ask her. We’re planning her wedding it was going to be amazing. we’re preparing video messages from all the guests, for them to watch after the wedding. We’re also looking for kimonos for the reception. We’re getting ones who looks exactly like the ones Naruto and Hinata wore. We also looking into getting everyone to get gifts like Kakashi had everyone do. It’s going to be epic.

“That’s surprising” “Not true” Eka growled. “Spare the charade, help me pick a suit”. Eka showed off his newest suit collection he had in his wardrobe. One of the suits Eka showed was a white tuxedo, with a long tail behind his tuxedo. It looks very elegant, but somehow it doesn’t suit Eka’s body proportion since he’s not as slender as Roy. The detective shook his head, denying the suit.

Kakashi pushed his body through the air as he twisted his body like an arrow, now you can make out Ankara gift a bit as Kakashi passed through the middle of the thread like tiny silk that was almost invisible to the eyes. Kakashi on landing immediately performed a quick roll so as to shorten up the gap more. Bang! Bang! Bang! Something like the sound of gunshots sounded as the silk like invisible thread immediately returned to wrap around Ankara but then a blade that seems to be made of wind coalasced out of the tin air as Kakashi sprinted up to cut down on the thread like silk. The wind blade cut through the silk but then a weird smile appeared on Kakashi's face as he saw that Ankara has al

Ready. The door opens and I have a glimpse of Kaanadan all dressed up. Yes, we got ready in different rooms, since until a few minutes ago I had almost a whole room in the room. It doesn't shock me that he's wearing a suit, not least because that's the typical uniform of a mobster, but I am distracted by the way the outfit is tailored exactly, plus his hair is pulled back, with the ends at his neck turned up. , and a thin lock falling on his forehead.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

There were no guards in the hallway, of course, for the privacy reasons of the family. I thought he left yesterday. What the hell was he doing there? Maintaining our eye-contact, we stepped closer to one another. Finally, we stopped at a hand’s distance from each other. I smiled, “greeting alpha Hikari.” He peered at me with an unruffled face. He was wearing a black shirt and pants with a white belt and shoes. A white kimono coat with wind patterns on the back and on its long sleeves fluttered around him while he strutted.

Getting things in place at the warehouse took longer than I anticipated. We made sure there were plenty of traps. I doubt my father would come alone to face me. I wanted to make sure we kept my number of opponents limited. I wanted the old bastard. Be easier to kill him without anyone getting in the way. I had changed into my Kitsune black and red tight leather outfit, my double edge katana at my hip. “You’re still sure about this.” Hibiki asked. I smiled and pulled him into my by his shirt, kissing him hard.

The most important thing was to cover her scars so they wouldn't attract attention. When she heard the shoji door slide open, Akiko turned. She saw Kenji, who had changed into a black suit, white shirt, and tie. Formal mourning attire for men. "Are you ready?" As he approached Akiko, Kenji inquired. "Yes, I’m done," Akiko replied. "We should go out now." Kenji seemed ready to turn back, but Akiko grabbed his hand. "Can I ask for a hug?" Akiko asked. Kenji smiled and stroked her head. "Of course. You shouldn't have to ask; just come right in," he said, opening his arms.

Akira’s POV The night of the mission had arrived, and my heart pounded in my chest as Hunter fastened the belt of my black outfit—a sleek combination of fitted trousers, a bodycon top, and comfortable boots. He had picked the outfit himself, saying black was ideal for blending into the darkness. I agreed with him. The less attention I attracted, the better. Once he was done adjusting my belt, he stepped back, his sharp gaze sweeping over me to make sure everything was in place. He nodded, satisfied. “All good and ready to go,” he said, a smile playing on his lips.