Kyoko Yamate Novels & Stories

She stopped in front of the table and poked the girl on the head. It distracted the girl and she looked up. The little girl stood up immediately. “Kiyo nee-chan!” Kiyo smiled. “Hi, Kiyoko-chan.” Shitone made a sound like ‘ammh’ to the little girl, and the girl giggled and took Shitone’s small hands. “Shi-chan, how are you? You look beautiful today.” Shitone replied her with baby words. “Are you doing homework?” Kiyo asked Kiyoko. Kiyoko nodded. “Yes. It’s monstrology.”

None, that’s what. I need to feel useful, somehow. It looks like it’s back to trying to fight my way out of her. I’m going to bring down that Shit Witch. How fucking dare she put a subliminal trigger that would make me want to kill my mate. Okay, so not my mate specifically but anyone who’s a D’Amore. That distinction doesn’t change the fact that I was a mere puppet, as my body obeyed the command to kill Katrina simply for being a D’Amore.

We strided out of the place in few minutes and we were on the lanes once again. We entered to the city of Akihabara as we drove through the streets and stopped at a place called Yamano. It was a small meat restaurant in Akihabara with only 17 seats. Zen told me that Yamano serves finest quality of A5 rank Japanese beef and some of the most rare part of meat. As well as Yakiniku (Japanese style BBQ) dish, hot pot dishes are their another specialty. I was excited as well as curious at how amazing it must taste to earn such a feat to be called the best maet restaurant. We walked into the restaurant as we were greeted by a elderly woman leading us to our seats. She handed us the menu. I looked a

Yami thought as he looked at Kazuko's fight. Kazuko stood up from the ground and shouted "Destructive Tornado" as her tornado appeared pulling everything inside, but the eagle opened its mouth and socked the tornado. "Her attacks aren't even working" Yami thought as he looked at Kazuko folding her fist in rage. "What now? What should I do? Even my attacks ain't working!" Kazuko said in despair. "Hey Kazuko, I thought you said this exam was easy" Yami said as Kazuko turned and looked at him.

Akiko asked, half annoyed. “He’s not interested in me—thankfully. Kyoko shrugged. "And I'm not interested in three-dimensional men," she said. Akiko scoffed, unsurprised by Kyoko’s honesty. After getting to know her better, Akiko had learned that Kyoko was an otaku*. She preferred manga and anime characters over real people, which explained her bluntness when dealing with them. Her taste for men followed suit—Kyoko was more attracted to two-dimensional men from manga and anime. Akiko didn’t mind; in fact, she sometimes enjoyed Kyoko’s rather extensive manga collection.

"Now then, shall we get down to business? Hisao-sama." He nods his head as so we talk about the agreements and successfully strike a deal. It was dinner time and they prepared us a kimono to wear. Well, that was pretty considerate. They even help up in wearing it. We go to the dining hall where the food was already prepared and Hisao along with his wife Iwamoto Kiyoko. She was very elegant and graceful like a peony flower. Her black hair along with her white kimono was amazingly dazzling. I seat next to Hisao as we talk and drink. There is also a performance from an instrument called shamisen that was played with girls called geisha.

he muttered, looking in the direction where Yuri had headed hours ago. Tohya nodded wordlessly to himself, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted. “Don’t go dying on us, Yuri,” he muttered. * * * * Yuri didn’t remove her hand from the holster that held Odium as she looked straight at Kami, not taking her eyes off of him. “That’s right, I haven’t told you my name, have I?” said Kami with a slight smirk. “Every child should at least know their father’s name, shouldn’t they? I’m Ryuou. Ryuou Kitagawa.”

“What are you guys doing here?” Kayoko ran up and lunged at Damian unceremoniously, jumping into Damian's arms shamelessly. That made Damian growl in annoyance. “Don't do dangerous things like this, Kayoko.” Kayoko just grinned widely. “Don't you want to invite this boyfriend of yours to eat together?” Damian glanced sarcastically at Kayoko. “Watch your language.” He immediately put Kayoko down with ease. “Greet my little wife nicely. Her name is Miya and I hope you don't act up, Kayoko.”

Then he looked at the young man beside him and said, “This is Yoko. He's good with computers and he is an International spy. I get all of my information from him because those on the field report directly to him. He has been with me for years, serving me in the shadows. But now, he's yours.” “Mine?” Zane asked as he raised his eyebrows, looking at the other man, who smiled and nodded. “My name is Yosuke Hanamura, and I was hired from Blackhole by Mr. Alfred at a very young age, and now, it will be my honor to continue my service to him by serving you.” Yoko said with a deep bow towards Zane.

We ride. Seras is waiting at the dam turnout with her bike and a fresh coat of flame decals. Kayo, Aki, and Riku are leaning against the railing like they own the place (because, technically, in Hanamaki they kind of do). Kayo’s nine invisible tails flick once when she sees me. Kayo (sweet, deadly): “Morning, Your Majesty. Sleep well?” Celeste (through my teeth): “Peachy.” Aki cracks his knuckles; the glamour hiding his oni horns flickers.