Kaoru Hikaru Novels & Stories

*Hikaru tapped her on the shoulder and she flinched *sorry I didn't mean to scare you* Hikaru saw what was wrong She wasn't allowed to think now, she had to be the way she always was, she had to function. *Of course I'm here, I want to finish you off today* she grinned at him *how finish, don't tell me you're playing with us? * he looked at her in astonishment *err, ask Genzo, he's played against me a few times* Keyla saw out of the corner of her eye that Genzo, Taro, Tsubasa and Kojiro were just arriving and her heart was pounding. Hikaru got up and walked towards Genzo

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

"I-I'm sorry. You are?..." "You don't remember me?" the man asked, disappointed. "Dude we were good friends in high school. I'm Kouga! Megumi Kouga" Still, Aito couldn't remember so he smiled at Kouga apologetically.

As I raised the bottle to my lips for another swig, a booming voice spoke, startling me. “Listen up!” Keane shouted, getting to his feet, and an almost immediate silence fell over the crowd as though a flip had been switched. I glanced at Kasey, who chewed her lip anxiously, not looking at me. “Welcome, new intakes,” he continued, rubbing his hands together like a kid at Christmas. His eyes roamed the crowd, landing multiple times on me with a dangerous glint, but I tried to ignore it. “Blackwood Academy is our home here, and as most of you already know, we rule this school.”

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

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That also allowed him the liberty and the time to plan his work such that he could make it in time for dinner at ours at least three times a week. “Kakeru.” Hikaru-nii called. “Your hair’s a mess. You seem to have gotten a good nap in.” His daughter had inherited his brown eyes. And to be fair, his hair was a little messier than mine was. But his hair had always been like that. “Mm. I was playing basketball.” I said grace and began eating. “Basketball?” Hiro-san asked. “Yes. I was peacefully dreaming and then you came and ruined it very loudly for me, Hiro-san.” I raised my eyes to him. Kaori-nee was a good cook and the food did not allow me to make a distasteful face at him.

That was the best description Laura could ever tell K about her father's physical appearance. K thought that was probably the reason why she loved listening to Cat Stevens' songs so much growing up. It provided her so much solace, and a feeling of belongingness, whenever she played his songs - especially his track Moonshadow. In her pre-teen years, she even kept on fooling herself that he was indeed her dad, and that he had to go and leave them because he's a superstar.

She had a vaguely relieved smile on her lips as she crashed into Nikolss and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, hello Doria." Nikolas murmured. "It isn't like you not be prepared for dinner." So this was Doria, the model fiancee of Nikolas Sica who probably hated me already. Yikes. I eyed her curiously. She was a living walking Monalisa. Her skin was a delicate porcelain hue, her lips full and rouge and her mannerism implied she was a woman in full sync with her femininity. She seemed a few years older than me, perhaps twenty eight.