Rei And Takashi Novels & Stories

Aurelia's POV Lucian and Stella took the whole day in the restroom, I'm sure they were both in disbelief and were rehearsing their lines and expressions so as not to give themselves out. Everybody wants the full story about how Riya was killed, but I won't say anything until those two shameful wolves get here. Everyone believed the story, and that made it more interesting. They both walked into the room holding hands with neutral faces, like they didn't almost break character some minutes ago.

Chance watched in shock and smiled quickly. "Your reaper half is healing your vessel! How extraordinary, you and the baby are going to be alright," he stated happily and stood up smiling before me. When Rai reappeared with a grin and alone I knew instantly that my reaper was the thing that was going to heal me. I leaned back against the cushions and sighed in relief.

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

Miyuki returned there as well, because she still had to finish her studies, and had taken enough time off anyway. Aoi was hiding so far, and with the help of his vampire friends, killed the musician Aoi Takashima, citing drug overdose as the cause, which suited his image. Of course, it caused a huge stir, especially among the youth, as most of Aoi Takashima's fandom consisted of them. It took several more months before both the media and the public forgot about the beloved musician. Aoi, on the other hand, cut his hair very short, gave up any form of make-up and completely changed the style of his wardrobe, taking the name Ichatashiko, becoming officially the younger brother of Kai, who live

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

VVVVV “Give me a shot” a woman said sliding onto the stool beside Takashi. The bartender turned and got to work. “I haven’t seen you around before. Who are you?” the woman asked like she couldn’t care less. Geiru did say to introduce himself. “Takashi Fujiwara”. He felt the change of atmosphere, like everyone stopped what they were doing, but he knew it was only in his head. “Any relation to Dai Fujiwara?” she asked looking interested.

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

Isabella is claimed looking at the teacher. "I already suggested bunking this class and getting drunk" Lauren complained. "Shut up Lauren" Marissa hissed. Isabella just laughed at the two. They both were childhood best friends and loved each other more than BLOOD related siblings yet they were world apart in their personality. Lauren was a Kick-Ass girl, Always dressed in leather, she feared nothing. She had recently dyed her hair blue that matched her electric blue eyes. Her complexion was super pale. She was model like tall around 5 Feet 9 inches.

And thus, Yuri Kirisawa, Ren Shibasaki and Tohya Tanigawa all found themselves in the Phantoms’ meeting room of Hati headquarters at three o’clock in the morning. Riou Takeshi smiled sympathetically as he looked at his three subordinates, all whom looked seriously irritated and exhausted, and he couldn’t blame them. “So this Yoshiyuki guy seemed to know who we are?” he asked for what seemed to be the umpteenth time. Yuri groaned, Tohya grunted, and Ren’s eye twitched dangerously. “For the thousandth time, Takeshi, yes!” Ren growled in his throat, resisting the urge to practice his target training on the captain of the Phantoms.

And then, theirs. Different. Sharper. Less obvious. But just as dangerous. “Stay close,” Cillian says quietly. “I will.” This time I mean it. The doors open. And we step inside. He’s already there. Of course he is. Kenji Takahashi stands near the center of the room, calm, composed, like he owns every inch of it without needing to prove it. His gaze finds me first. Not Cillian. Me. A slow smile curves his lips. “Miss Rossi.” His voice is smooth. Controlled. And somehow more dangerous than anything loud.