Shu Sakamaki Novels & Stories

I shrugged and dressed before putting my hair up into a neat bun. After a quick glance at the mirrored closet doors, I walked out. I followed the delicious smell of food to find Hikari and Riko sitting at a table in their kitchen with a full traditional Japanese breakfast set out for three. Rice porridge, miso soup, grilled mackerel, tamagoyaki, green bean gomaae, pickled cucumbers, natto, and a steaming cup of green tea.

“My dad works for the Tokyo Stock Exchange. My mom’s a hedge fund manager.” Takuto: “…” (What is this? A rich heiress living among us commoners?!) As he struggled to process everything, Misaki stepped closer. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of peach shampoo. “Actually,” she said quietly, “I know who you really are.” Takuto’s heart stopped. “What… do you mean?” “The mysterious advisor of Kimura Corp.” Her eyes sparkled. “The one who saved the company with crayon drawings.” “...!”

Miss Park would definitely get what she deserves. Shima Haruto is my best friend. He's tall and handsome, with light brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes. He's a basketball player and a hardcore Kpop fan. His dream is to join a kpop band as a rapper. We've been friends since we were toddlers. I trust him with life and vice versa. He's the only one who understands the pain I'm going through. Every second of every single day.

All seemed well and soon the news died down when there was nothing with which to stir it back up. On one of the favourable days, Akamine Yuki continued with her plan. Since she had warned Sasuke and he refused to listen to her, then she was going to make sure she removed the stumbling block, Sakiko once and for all. At the back of one of the school's buildings, two figures could be spotted not very far from one of the plenty trees around, talking. As usual, Yuki was on wearing her black shades with her a different sweatshirt and hoodie on top her P.E wear. Standing right opposite her was none other than Kimura Mari.

Daiki advised, and Haru nodded smiling. Daiki went over to his seat and took a seat. Sakura and Maki went to him while Haru took a seat next to Ida. "I have been a fan of you" Haru spoke first. "Thank you for being a fan" "I'm Haru, and you are Ida Okino Mitsuko," He said, and she smiled faintly. "You have done the introduction yourself." Ida stood up and tried walking away when Haru held her wrist. "Can we rehearse together?"

she said, voice clipped Tokyo steel laced with proverbs, "you move like prey who learned to hunt. Sit. Tea?" Porcelain cup warmed my palms, steam curling like secrets. "Eiko Nakamura. SatoTech legend. What does the spider want with the fly?" Her fox-sharp features creased, not a smile but assessment. "Kenji's methods—family vintage. Orchestrated chaos for the empire. But you? Riddle first." She slid a lacquered box across the low table, engraved kanji pulsing. "Three shadows chase the moon. First devours light. Second mirrors truth. Third? Guards the dawn. Which binds Kenji?"

Meanwhile, Karina just surrendered when Susan pulled her. Inside the building, everyone was already sitting in their respective chairs. Karina took a seat in the far corner. Susan had already walked over to Saka who was sitting with Edo. Edo was Saka's old friend. Edo was as nerdy as Saka. The difference was, Edo never glowed up. The man still wore thick glasses with his shirt tucked in. “Hi,” said Susan, sitting next to Saka. Her eyes lit up as if she had met her future husband. “I’ve never seen you before. What’s your name?”

"Not really. I'm kind of hungry right now. Could you please bring me something fast and ready to eat?" "You mean, sashimi?" "Is it expensive?" Kumiko pulled up his professional smile and explained, "This is Gintomi and you see April flowers falling down in the middle of August. Everything is bloody expensive, Miss." "I've got no idea what you were talking about, but I like your exotic accent. So, yes, sashimi it is." I said. Kumiko bowed and walked out of the lounge. A few moments later, she came back with a bowl of sliced raw fish arranged in a sakura flower pattern.

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

Routine made everyone comfortable and safe. It also kept them from getting too curious. "Miki!" Tammy jumped on the girl as soon as she saw her in the middle seat. She immediately grabbed Tammy and kissed her passionately. "I missed you so much," Miki held onto her tightly. She was Shiro's Delta in his council. The tanned woman was strong with her hair pinned in a small bun. Her green eyes looked so happy to have her mate in her arms again. "I missed you more," Tammy murmured in between kisses.