Len Kagamine Figure Novels & Stories

Then I hurried to Kuroyuki, who was maintain the wall from the silhouettes. "Kuroyuki— is that what I think it is…?" I asked. "…They— are us," Kuroyuki answered. The silhouettes are August (sword silhouette), Blaze (armbar silhouette), Kuroyuki (spear silhouette), Persia (black card silhouette), Rumelia (black string silhouette) and Kronos (black bullets silhouette). "They are one person short— so it's me who's not in there, huh. What is the meaning of this…?"

Instead, the ache between her thighs demanded something far more primal. The wooden door to the private garden slid open. Kenji entered — a 6’10” Black Japanese security specialist with a powerfully built frame honed by years of elite training. His dark skin glistened under the moonlight as he approached the edge of the onsen. Aiko rose slowly from the water, droplets cascading down her curves. “No gentleness tonight,” she whispered, voice already trembling with anticipation.

“Of course! You shouldn’t only be perfect for me. I want everyone to know that you can be gentle and loving. You’re not just a grump and a hothead. You’re more than that. You just need to care about people besides me.” Akiko waited for a reply, but Kenji remained silent as Kenzo stood up and handed his drawing to Akiko. It was no longer just a scribble; it depicted a figure with a stick body and a large head. But seeing the long hair of one of the figures made it clear that Kenzo was trying to draw Akiko, and not alone. Kenji was beside her. Kenzo even added the detail of their hands holding each other. “Is this me?” Akiko asked. Kenzo nodded.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.

Kiran seemed like a meditative monk, isolated from the outside world. With hands clasped, Lilian silently prayed for Kiran to react and escape. "Let's go to hell together, Kiran!" Kanpei Ichiro shouted as he sprinted toward Kiran. His black figure stood out in the white light, resembling a black sword against the radiant background. His face twisted into a fierce and malevolent expression.

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

Got his girlfriend pregnant and is thinking of retiring. Kousuke- a guitarist that had been a trainee for the longest of years. A skilled guitar player, responsible for the new change in sound. As much as the other band members don't like him for replacing Kagami they can't deny his skill. He doesn't talk much and seems to often be thinking of other things when others have their conversations. Used to date Momo before she settled with Utaka. (Kagami)- vocalist and guitar player, he also plays the piano. Songwriter and twin vocalist with Izanagi.

He moved agilely, his body like a human-shaped elephant with floppy ears. However, Kong, a hunter from the same Guild as Yama, tried to protest. "But in just a few seconds, Magmar will release her Lightning Energy! Isn't it better to keep attacking?" Yama was unfazed by Kong's protest. Yama launched from the air and emitted Mingzhu energy from his greatsword. The moment the sword hit the ground, a loud explosion shook the area. All eyes watched in horror as the ground energy tried to tear Magmar apart. However, unfortunately...

Miaka’s P.O.V “Kaleb Takeshi; height six feet two, grey eyes with central heterochromia; age : twenty years.” Kathy turned her laptop towards me with an image of Kaleb on the screen. “This him?” “Yes.” I nodded, frowning. “So…nothing fishy about him?”

Len wasn't sure whether it was wearing a mask of complicated pattern or it really was just its grotesque face. The row of silver robed people lined up and bowed before the mysterious figure. Even before they bowed, the figure was already towering over them, roughly twice the height of normal human, Len measured. The figure walked around, seemingly inspecting the people presented before it. It wasn't long until the figure quickly stopped and despite the long distance, Len knew it looked straight at him.