Kino Sakamaki Novels & Stories

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

another teacher at corner of the big room spoke up too. "Well, I am their homeroom teacher and I have noticed some things. When I spoke to Sakiko, she said she had never felt so happy before in her life like this. That she feels so complete whenever she is with him. Its like he is a part of her that was lost but now found and that she had boundless joy. She sees it as bonds, there are some persons you meet in life that you bond with once. Well after much probing, she said they were only friends and nothing more" Mrs Hasegawa explained to her colleagues.

The Baron giggled when he saw my awkward reaction. “Its okay...” He smiled and fell silent for a moment. “By the way, my name is Sakamaki Yuu. I came from a world called Earth, in a place called Japan.” He said. “Eh... Japan, huh? I see.” I smiled. We fell silent again as the both of us got absorbed in our thoughts. As I glanced from the corner of my eyes, I noticed Izana stroking the Baron’s hair gently. He seemed to really like the Baron. I’m glad that I brought him along. I chuckled silently.

- Yumiko asked, her eyes getting bigger. - Yesterday at work, while you were collecting orders in the room, Kai Ichatashiko sat down at the bar, ordered sake, said that he heard about my fear of the dark from our professor, with whom he is supposed to be friends, and gave me this card.- Miyuki explained briefly.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you two. Adam and I didn't think that Higan would have company today." I shook my head. "You didn't disturb anything so, don't apologize." She gave me a soft smile and handed Adam his food. "You guys spend a lot of time together, huh?" "Sort of." Adam snorted. "I doubt that because Higan's International COD Saturday was turned into Jamie Saturday. Not that I'm complaining. You two look good together." "We're just friends," I mumbled. "Friends who-" his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth.

“This my cousin—” “Tomoya Nakashima," Kathleen finished and made a disgusted face at him who only grinned. “Oh hi, Kath. It’s been a while.” “You know each other?” Takumi glanced at Tomoya who’s now batting his eyes. Kathleen snorted and looked at Scott who stood behind her. “God! What a small world.”

“Excuse me, this man has emotional depth!” Jamie couldn’t stop the small twitch at the corner of his mouth. When they reached the sushi restaurant, Max grabbed the door with playful exaggeration, ushering the three freshmen inside. “After you, young’uns.” The place was bright and modern, with warm wood accents and soft lighting. A long conveyor belt ran through the center of the dining room like a colorful river, carrying an endless parade of small plates, vibrant sashimi, neatly rolled maki, glistening nigiri, and little bowls of edamame and seaweed salad. The steady, gentle clink of plates moving along the track filled the air with a soothing rhythm.

"Not really. I'm kind of hungry right now. Could you please bring me something fast and ready to eat?" "You mean, sashimi?" "Is it expensive?" Kumiko pulled up his professional smile and explained, "This is Gintomi and you see April flowers falling down in the middle of August. Everything is bloody expensive, Miss." "I've got no idea what you were talking about, but I like your exotic accent. So, yes, sashimi it is." I said. Kumiko bowed and walked out of the lounge. A few moments later, she came back with a bowl of sliced raw fish arranged in a sakura flower pattern.

Looking at this girl, Monica somehow had an idea who this girl was. "It's hot, hot! But wow, it is very delicious! Hot, hot! How did you make this, Kouhai-kun?" Seeing the girl in front of him yelling and screaming, she just stuffed the nikujaga on the small bowl into her little mouth and looked at him as if she had found a treasure. "Hello, my name is Misaki Kamiigusa, a third-year student! Kouhai-kun, I have just met, Chihiro-nee before and I have heard of you from her, um, it is delicious!"

The movie I’m watching with Saeko was just getting good. Sakura is napping. Apparently, she just realized her fear of heights— I’m just glad that I’m not the only one experiencing late realizations. Miyamura yanks me up like luggage and pulls me down the aisle. I don’t even bother to struggle. I really shouldn’t be this used to getting manhandled. Saeko gives me an unreadable look. She looks both constipated and confused— it’s a weird expression for one to have. “Where are we going, si-Miyamura?”. I can tell from his pheromones that he’s pleased with my use of his name.