Mikasa Smiling Novels & Stories

We're fucking rich! :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* FEINHEIM MIKA: She's awake.

-Miyuki said to herself, staring at the gray pavement. - Would you really be so sad?- she heard a familiar voice suddenly, slightly out of breath, so stopped right away and turned to see Aoi Takashima standing behind her, gasping for breath. - Were you running here?- Miyuki asked in surprise, looking at him. He was still dressed all in black, in jeans and a hoodie, but this time his blouse had a drawing of a skull entwined with roses. The black mask on his face was now pulled down over his chin. It was also noticeable that his eyes were not underlined with black eyeliner, which made her see his face completely without makeup for the first time.

Misaki looked at Monica with a cheerful smile and nodded like a chicken. Monica patted Misaki's head which caused her to feel blissful for some reason. Misaki laughed stupidly when she was patted. "Now, let go of me, I can't walk like this," Monica said. However, Misaki didn't let him go and hugged his leg tighter, then stared at him with a serious expression. "You have seen Jin before, so what do you think? How can he attack me? How can you make him fall in love with me?"

fuck off! "Should have known you'd follow me here." I said, as a pair of soft, feminine hands snaked up my back; Misaki. "I'm glad it didn't come as a shock." She grinned, taking a seat beside me, much to my annoyance. She grabbed my bottle of tequila, pouring herself some. "Thought you only drink green tea." I said, in a bid to taunt her. "Very funny, Bran!" She rolled her eyes, before downing a shot of tequila.

Malisha on the other hand relaxes. Just a little. Enough to ensure that she can breathe and forget at the moment that something dangerous and powerful is out there for her. "You are smiling," Iris suddenly says. Malisha blinks in confusion. "What?" "You are smiling," she repeats. Malisha frowns slightly. "No, I am not." "You are," Mirabel adds. "It has definitely been rare so I believe this caalls for a celebration." Malisha rolls her eyes. "You all are annoying." Kimora grins. "But you love us."

Mikami was already waiting for her *Hello Keyla, nice to see you again, did you have a pleasant flight? * *I'm also happy Mr. Mikami, exhausting but I'm glad to be here now* *my car is over there* he waved her over *can we drive by my apartment for a moment, I'd like to freshen up a bit? * *no problem, surely you want to make a good impression on the players? * quipped Mr. Mikami.

Someone knocked and we stopped, pulling away from each other while our chest heaves up and down; face flushed accompanied by wild grins that stretched our faces as Missy entered folder on one hand. “How’s your vacation, Sora-san?” Missy adjusted her eyeglasses and smiled at the both of us, a knowing look on her eyes. I smirked. “Not yet finished, Missy, not yet.” Missy chuckled, already heading towards my table to take the papers I have already prepared for her to take. She stacked them in a folder before she looks at me and to Rubin. Noticing the chocolates, she asked, “Do you need more chocolates, Sora-sama?”

I smiled. “My gay best friend. You came!” Michiko squealed nonchalantly hugging me tight as if we were actual friends. She smelled good but it’s the type of perfume that would make you dizzy because it’s way too flowery and girly for my very own taste. While she was hugging me, I looked over at Nikki and Jane and they were both laughing quietly. “I-I’m just curious. What are you?” I asked once she unclasped herself from the hug.

"Kai! He's my friend!" Maika jumped into action, screaming for Kai to stop, but he couldn't hear her over all the commotion and the thundering of the weather. Kai smiled to himself, and said just loudly enough for Miaka to hear, "I don't care about that Miss Sasin." He took a massive chuck out of the guy's neck, leaving him a corpse on the floor at their feet. Miaka gave him a look that could have killed him dead on the spot if looks could really kill.

Misa burst out laughing, a clear, ringing sound that felt out of place in the tense planning session. “Yeah, I get that face,” she chuckled, reaching for a piece of bread on the small table beside her and taking a bite.