Miku Nakano Novels & Stories

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

She looks tomboy compared to women in general. "Hey Eren. My name is Miyuki. Pleased to meet you. I hope you feel comfortable here," said Miyuki with a smile. Miyuki's appearance was very different from Zoya's. Miyuki's hair was long, black and well-groomed. She wore bright red lipstick and polished her face with a thick powder. Miyuki looked much more feminine than Zoya. After shaking hands with the two women of different characters, Eren extended his hand to one of the men who were there.

Everyone on the stage is also thinking the same. "What was that girl is thinking? We are in the life and death situation here! Is she wants to die?!" Akane wants to move, but Himari hold her once again, "Himari?" When the crazy guy had been already near, and arms are already in the air about to slice her, Mizu managed to avoid his attack even though her eyes were still looking down at the floor, and in a blank expression. He strikes her several times, but Mizu was smoothly dodged every of his attack. She was like a thin piece of paper swaying in the air. Mizu was like in a moment of dancing, her body and feet were moving on their own rhythm.

The woman appeared satisfied just by sharing the same last name. "I'm Kaneko Miura. I hope you’ll feel at home here," she said. "Nice to meet you, Miura-san." Akiko smiled again, since Kenji had been completely expressionless after stating his name. Miura quickly turned her attention to Akiko, realizing that Akiko would be the one doing most of the talking between them. "Can I call you Akiko-chan? You seem about the same age as my daughter. She’s in Sapporo, working there," Miura asked.

It was a habit she'd built so carefully, over so many years, that she'd never once had to think about it—until today, when following it would have meant letting go of Rimba's hand first. But today, her footsteps carried her down the main walkway with an entirely different rhythm altogether. Beside her, Rimba walked with one hand tucked casually into the pocket of his leather jacket, while his other hand held her fingers tightly. The contrast was too obvious for anyone passing by to ignore. Michi, in her cream knit cardigan, neat black midi skirt, and the aura of a model student known for years as cold and entirely untouchable. On her right, Rimba—the campus band's vocalist, with his careless

*** During lunch break, Miyazaki Nana's table in the cafeteria was always filled with her closest friends in school. Of course, there's Endo Hiroshi sitting right next to her. Then across from Hiroshi is Ito Yui, also one of the known goddesses in Hirosaki High. Right beside Yui is her boyfriend and the campus hottie Miyamura Kai, and on the left side from Nana's seat is another known goddess of Hirosaki High, Watanabe Rin. They were all talking about one particular thing, Miyazaki Nana's 18th birthday.

I automatically smiled back. I don't know how long I stood there or how long I was staring at her but suddenly I felt someone's hand snap in from of my eyes. I quickly came down from la- la land and was back to reality. It was Monica that snapped her finger. Makaila was already in front of me, smiling. Rita was in Nigel's hands as Christine took several shots of them. My attention was fully on the beauty before me. "Hey." She said, smiling shyly.

The room was quieter now. Mona sat on the edge of the huge chair , her fingers loosely wrapped around the small box of cupcakes, her mind replaying everything that had just happened a little too vividly. The broken mirror. The blood. The way Kane had looked at her like she was the only thing anchoring him. She exhaled slowly, shaking her head like that might settle the thoughts. From behind the bathroom door, the steady sound of water filled the space. Kane.

“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. There’s not another dragon, probably not another supe, who would have said something like that except you, Iniko. “What can I say, Raina? I’m just that awesome,” I say. “Yes, you are! I’m glad you’re related to me. It makes me feel better about myself,” she says. I laugh. “As if you’re not amazing in your own right. You’re an incredible dragon. Look at how you manipulate the elements.” “That’s genetics and birthright. You’re a kind, gentle soul because it’s who you are, Iniko,” she says. “Whatever. Did you want to go against me in air class again tomorrow?” I ask, grinning.