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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.

My back arched as I hit the ground, rolling almost immediately when her leg came forth, ready to stomp me till I couldn’t breathe anymore. “Do you know who I am?” She growled. “I am the only Lady Executioner, the talented and the only one worthy of having Alpha Ryu by my side. You’re not allowed. Keep your hands off of him or face my wrath!” I stood looking at her rapid breathing. She was so powerful her heart couldn’t contain the flow of blood pumping. She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner.

A long scar crossed her throat. The same place Kiyomi’s knife had touched mine. Kiyomi saw it. “That is not you.” The woman smiled. “Which one?” Her voice entered the chamber without opening the door. I stepped closer. “Who are you?” She placed one hand over the scar. “A memory with nowhere to die.” Shigure lowered his sword. “Astraya.” The woman’s gaze moved to him. “Executioner.” Something passed between them. Recognition. Hatred. Renji cursed under his breath.

Tsuru’s face turned apple-red. “Uh… thanks…” “Well, anyways, I hope you’ll consider joining us. You look like someone who has the potential to become the next great hero here. But that’s just my opinion. Enjoy the view!” As the woman began to walk off, Tsuru snapped her head back towards her. “Hey! Um… sorry. What’s… your name?” The woman turned back and smiled. “You can call me Torena.” —— Several weeks after the incident in the city, Tamashi, Charlie, Anna, and Tsuru stood in front of Bri’s desk.

Nanami Vincent wants them to be happy. Nanami Vincent stepped back, she looked at her hand and then lowered her face. Nanami Vincent is a vampire, and she's reminded herself for thousands of years. But Richard appeared. That man brought warmth that Nanami Vincent had never felt before. She loved him and Nina, her little daughter.

As Naraja finished his first introduction with an awkward knead, he brought attention to the back of his neck towards the person, Nai, whom he was starting to have this strong peculiar feeling of; love, surge up inside of him again. Nai: “Ummmm.. sure, s~uure, so yeah my name is Nai and don’t get too anxious about that moment,..earlier it was actually quite cute he~he, but anyway we are your comrades: Saint Teresa Of Avila, John Of The Cross, and Anima….sh~eee actually has an interesting particular ability that I like to call if I remember correctly, h~mm, Maladaptive Day-Dreaming and oh ye~aah she’s also deaf/mute or something like that, but anyway then there’s Eli, but you have to always

the girl with red hair, taller than any of them, said too, following the blonde one. Mizu stands up and willingly took their hands, as they are the two people who save her life recently. "I'm Mizu and thanks for the help before." she gratefully said while shaking their hands. Mizu then has thought that their palm is strangely rough for a teenage girl, beautiful as them. "Nice name and don't mind it," Akane said pleasantly with a killing smile, followed by a wink.

Amadeus suddenly voiced and took one of the pictures amongst the pile and placed it in the middle of the table. “Ahh yes, I remember her, although she did not leave an impression with her looks, but she had good proportions and had really nice emotions as if she experienced those pain herself.” “What was her name again?” “Nyx?” “Ahh yes, Shiro Nyx, that's what she said. She looked a lot like Japanese or a mix of Korean?” “She is pretty, but we could work something out with her style,” “She reminded me of a woman from the ’50s, although it suits her, Arah, the protagonist, is a whole new different style.”

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

Aurora said and Cindy groaned "Oh gosh...she's dumb" She mumbled "I'm coming in" Aurora tried again "Are you insane?! I said who are you?!" Cindy yelled and pushed her out again Aurora bite her lips "And who are you? Door keeper? Anyways,I am Aurora,Anna's best friend,happy now?" She asked "How come she never told me anything about you?" Cindy asked "So who are you?" Aurora asked "Cindy,her childhood friend and also her best friend" Cindy said proudly