Makoto X Aigis Novels & Stories

A pang of guilt hits me and sits me onto the bed. All I can do is hold my face in my hands as they drag the two girls from their cages and exit out the big doors. "Fuck Mute" Is all I sigh out before the temporary silence is broken.... By screams. Agatha's POV Every time that man walks in here and picks a girl, I pray it's not the girl we've nicknamed Mute. That poor girl has been through enough. You can tell by all the scars riddling her tiny frame like she was made up of tiny puzzle pieces that someone glued together. Yes, sure, she heals quicker than anyone I know. She's never needed me to heal her. She heals even quicker than the new girl who said she was a werewolf , heck she even heals

I state irritatingly wondering who could be disrupting our conversation. One of the maids walked in, "Alpha" "Yes?" "The Luna is awake."

MIA: she's slightly yandere but let's not talk too much about it. RIN: the fact that she can beat people up without magic should be considered its own form of magic. she utilizes her tools perfectly. VICTOR: yeah, the teleporting genius. there isn't much to say yet. YAMATO: the O.P. gourmet chef. expect more from him. TANAKA: no need to talk, she already knows that you think about her. WARAMAKI: master of all elements. he's not the avatar though. KOJIRO: he also has a strong mental barrier. he can be untouchable if he wants.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

"Do you think next year you could…" Takuto suddenly stopped walking and turned to face his mom with a determined look. His gaze was sharp, like a man about to drop a truth bomb. "Mom, do you know a secret about her?" Takuto asked seriously, his voice grave with importance. His mom’s face lit up with curiosity. "What?" He paused for dramatic effect, giving her time to lean in closer, eager to hear his revelation. Then, with all the conviction he could muster, he said: "She’s actually an AI robot!"

Miaka sat on her heels, rocking back and forth with her head in her hands. "No no no not you, not now, not here!" The AI monstrosity poked her in her ribs, making her wince. "Aww," he teased, "I feel like you hate me." "I do!" Miaka cried, louder than she had meant to. Everyone turned to stare. The AI - Eigen - stood tall, pretending to be hurt and offended, but Miaka knew better than to fall for his tricks. Everything he did was a lie or deception.

Nozomi looked at her with an unreadable expression. “Talking about White’s Day, maybe I should take a leaf out of Hikaru’s book. It’s tiresome to return everyone's favours.” Makoto changed the topic to himself. He was starting to get a better idea of Nozomi’s character and could tell that Nozomi had no intention of answering Hina. “You really gave something back to every single person?” “Okay, not everyone.” He admitted. Just like that, the conversation carried on without Nozomi.

I’m not enjoying the game any more than I am the continued advances of the skinny, minky blonde I’d opened myself back up to. No matter how many times I lean out of her touch, Maka finds another way to keep us close. Currently, my ‘date’ is sitting on the back of the sofa with her knees by my shoulders, while she rubs my back. “You are so, tense,” her face falls on my neck with a little drool or possibly, her licking me as she says this. Sokin is the only other one aside from myself, Aya, Taki, Sugar and Iken that are still going two arcs in. Every one else is passed out somewhere between the two levels.

The laughter quieted. "As promised, let's talk about the project, Mr. Lincoln." Makoto spoke, swirling the red wine in his glass, “You see, we aren’t merely in the business of flesh anymore. That part is old news. Anybody can snatch a girl off the streets, drug her, and sell her body for a few bills. But we… we have been building something bigger. Something eternal.”