Kakashi Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

“It’s okay. Don’t explain anymore. Just… can I beg you something?” Kai tilted his head, wary. “What is it?” “I need you to agree with your father’s plan. Not because it’s your father’s plan… but because I finally figured out where Jaden’s tattoo is from.” Kai’s eyes narrowed. “Where?” Martin’s voice dropped. “It’s from… the Yakuza. The Japanese mafia.”

Caruso’s POV “What else have you found about the shooter?” I asked Oscar as we walked into Zelda’s cafe. “He has a tattoo, an amateurishly drawn scorpion on his nape,” He said, holding out his phone. Looking at the screen, I saw a zoomed blurry image of the fucker on the dispatch bike he’d ridden to Kingston, the tattoo blotchy like it was made by a five year old. “Keep looking.” I replied, before walking ahead of him to the counter, which was being manned by a young lad, “Where is the manager?”

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.

I asked myself as I backed away weakly and nervously looking at the two Koi tattoos behind him. 'It's a Koi… Yin Yang… And the tattoo on her back isn't a moon.'

The first thing he came across was his reflection in the mirror. He was shirtless with his pants hanging around his waist. His hairs were a little dishevelled covering his forehead. There was small tattoo of a tornado. It was just an inch tall as he made that when Kaz and Conner challenged him to do so. He never liked to ink his skin as he liked it clean devoid of any absurd pattern on it. The scars he got from the wars he had won were enough for him and he cherished them on his skin. But they, especially Kaz loved to ink his skin or he should say he liked to be penetrated by a needle to ink his blood. Zackarya never had these types of likings.

"I want you. I want you inside me." He smirks and takes off his own t-shirt, throwing it aside. He is now completely shirtless, his muscled and toned torso on display. I want to run my tongue over his tats so badly. The Japanese characters on his torso, what do they even mean? I trace the tattoo with my index finger. Mason hisses at the contact.

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

Crow slips off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves, revealing a spiral of runic tattoos going around his forearms, “Lie down somewhere, on your stomach obviously and I’ll have a look.” She nods and heads for the sofa. She flops down and Ash sits on the coffee table near her head, stroking her hair back from her face. She smiles at him, and Kai leans against the back of the sofa. Crow kneels beside her, and carefully lifts her vest top, just enough to expose the sigil and nothing more. “I’m going to put my hand on it.” She nods,

Kai hissed, eyeing the surrounding people. The doors to the Gallery burst open and four people rushed in. Three women and one man. The man wore a satchel across his shoulder. He's an elderly man with faded warrior tattoos, but the Gold tattoos on his hands that signifies him as a healer were still shining brightly as if he just got them painted.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?