Kaneki X Tsukiyama Novels & Stories

Ren said nothing and showed nothing on his face as he walked up to one of the gravestones that had the following words inscribed on it in the Japanese kanji letters: Here lies Tatsuya Fujiyama 15 May 1990 – 14 July 2006 Ren sighed as he carefully dusted some petals of the sakura blossom flowers off the gravestone before taking a slightly squashed orange out of his pocket and setting it before the gravestone. He stood before the gravestone for a long time without speaking a word, before sitting cross-legged on the ground. “It’s been awhile, Tatsuya,” said Ren sombrely. “It’s been three years. How are you?” [1] A Japanese garment similar to that of a casual summer kimono usually made out of co

It irritates Joseph to use such ancient technologies but he knows that if he's going to stand any chance against Tekna, he has to. The comms devices- a second one is with the team on the mission- are directly linked by electric cables, which means that they don't require frequency tuning to work like the other modern day ones; and although it takes quite a lot of genius and manpower to get them to work, they're the only thing that Tekna’s powerful mind won’t see coming. “They just breached landing bay 3,” the team leader reports in again.

The woman smiled and patted Ejima's shoulders. They had stopped in the middle and as they waited, the door by the far side opened, and people that were clothed with leaves started toward their direction. There were men and women, but the population seemed to be paired. “Is this?” “Yes,” The woman nodded, “Twice they say is a coincidence. But thrice is definitely a sign. So tell me…” the woman's brow folded inwards. “Ejima, my name is, Ejima” “Ejima” The woman nodded, “Tell me, Ejima, does this look like a coincidence?”

With a small blast of fire from his feet, Max initiated a sprint towards Tamashi. “YOU’RE MINE, SPARKY! I’LL END THIS IN ONE BLOW!” Max jumped as he neared Tamashi. As Max fell through the sky, Tamashi reached out his arm. ‘Inazuma no Kabe.’ Max slammed head-first into the wall and bounced off, flying backwards in the direction he came from. As Tamashi released the wall, Max recovered and rose to his feet.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Nixon arches an eyebrow, chipping away at some wood he found, "You can tell?" Seth points to his hip, then motions to the Japanese man, Nixon nods in affirmation, "Yeah, I'm Japanese," The man shakes the katana on his hip, wearing a black military uniform with white lining, the symbol of a hawk on his right breast. "Tsukiyama Matsumoto," He bows, "Nice to meet you two." "Seth Alpheus Hunt." "Nixon Driver." "You two can call me Tsuki." He bows once again. Seth cracks his neck, "You speak good English, were you born here?"

DO NOT LET RAIKEN REMEMBER WHO PLACED THE SECOND HEART. The bond snapped open. A memory struck both of us. Raiken kneeling beside Kiyomi as a child. A golden light in his hand. Grandmother holding the door. And me, Queen Ayamira, standing behind them. Do it, I said. Raiken pressed the heart into Kiyomi’s chest. The memory shattered. He stared at me across the table. You ordered it. Before I could answer, the coordinates changed one last time. Tsukishima disappeared.

"Why noww?, why now?" for some reason, Tanaka's car seemed to be facing some major technical difficulties. She had turned the key multiple times but the engine wouldn't even cough. "Why aren't you using a Shin Sekai brand?" Yamato asked out of curiosity. Tanaka's restaurant was quite successful and it didn't didn't seem like she was financially lacking. Also, Shin Sekai products were very affordable and much more efficient than others. The reason she chose to distance herself from them was not something one could easily guess.

But the next report angered Kenji even more: Yuto had gone to Osaka—to the grand house of the Kuryugumi. The sequence of visits—first to Tanaka's home in Tokyo and then in Osaka—clearly demonstrated Yuto's familiarity with him. Kenjiki Tanaka, known as the Sandaime, was indeed the same Kenjiki Tanaka who resided in Akiko's uncle's home. However, Kenji's plan to destroy Nakamura was scheduled for tomorrow. He was so close. "Where is my wife? Is she home?" Kenji asked Kojima. "No, Sandaime. She’s out, attending a tea ceremony at Kimura-san's house."

> VI: One Rainy Morning < -KakuiPotato *** Ken'ichi was about to go home after visiting Daiki's Shop at the black market when he remembered that he forgot his bag that has Sezuka's present. When he was going to the shop, he saw a one beautiful carriage at the road running. "I'm pretty sure a beautiful noble is inside that carriage" he whispered as he admire it. "I'm... I'M FINE DAMN IT!" is what he heard from it when it passed through.