Novel & Cerita Sukuna X Yorozu

For Silas for the man whose stormy eyes promised forever he’d dive deeper. A shadow detached from the darkness: a Yakuza thug in a tailored suit, irezumi tattoos glowing under ripped sleeves. Not Kane’s crew these bore the dragon insignia of the Kurogane-kai, a rival faction splintered from Tokyo’s old syndicates. Kane had allies in the Yamaguchi-gumi offshoots, but Kurogane hated outsiders poaching their tech smuggling routes. This ambush? A declaration of war.

"Good night Itsumi." "Have a splendid night rest dear." "You too," she replied them and dashed upstairs. **** ~Akamine's Residence~ Yuki Akamine sat in front of her laptop screen as she surfed the net. She stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. Her fingers found their way to the gallery icon and scrolled through the pictures. There were tons of pictures in her cell. Most of them were pictures of Sasuke and Sakiko. Her eyes darkened as she gazed at one particular picture. It was a picture of Sasuke and Sakiko in class. He looked at her with a pleading expression while she glared at him.

There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them. Nina blinked. Then she recovered quickly, her smile sharp and feline. “How charming. I didn’t think Knox had the temperament to manage a mate. Let alone someone with your… interesting presence.” Lydia smiled wider. “Interesting is better than forgettable, isn’t it?” Knox coughed into his hand, clearly stifling a laugh. Nina’s eyes flashed. “Well, I suppose it makes sense. Some of us are chosen by birth. Others… settle where they can.”

Bob spouted while his tail grew more aggressive as it flicked from here to there even harder. “You mean Zed? He was just an acquaintance back when I was still alive” Suyi said with a clear expression that she had felt wronged. Her dewy eyes gradually teared up a little due to the sunlight hitting her straight on her eyes, and face. Seeing her like that made the fox cat’s heart flutter a little, he then sighed to himself and spoke no more, he would only be defeated by her own special way which never failed like always. “Fine, whatever, I don't even care” he said and faced his back on her, stating that he was not in the mood to be disturbed so carelessly.

Fukada exclaimed, scrambling to dress. "Why bother with him?" mumbled Miko sleepily. "I'm going to kill him, that's why," Fukada grunted angrily. Though Miko was still weak from exhaustion, she managed to rise, her face twisted with anger. "Then let's kill that bastard!" she snapped, starting to dress along with Fukada. Meanwhile, other ninjas had already rushed outside. Seeing Kiran and Yvonne together, Aoki blinked her beautiful single eyelids curiously, a sparkle of intrigue in her eyes.

KINZA: (voice trembling) Sukoon. Without hesitation, Kinza steps closer, her arms outstretched. Sukoon's eyes widen in surprise, and before she can react, Kinza envelops her in a heartfelt embrace. Sukoon's guard melts away, and she clings to Kinza, allowing her pent-up emotions to flow. SUKOON: (whispering) Mom KINZA: (teary-eyed) Shh, it's okay. You don't have to go through this alone. Sukoon's grip on Kinza tightens as they share a deeply emotional connection. Kinza's presence brings comfort and warmth, allowing Sukoon to let go of her pain.

Akio is really Yūri, and she’s the daughter of a Yakuza boss. My mind hadn’t considered that Kitsune was connected to Yūri. I didn't want to believe that possibility. Even though it would make sense that Kitsune is connected to a Yakuza, there’s only one in the state. The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune.

Sunny growled low in his throat before he thrust the butt of the hilt of his katana into Ren’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him, causing him to fall on his butt onto the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain. And when Ren looked up, he saw that Tohya had locked one of his twin spinning knives against Yuri’s Odium and had her pinned against the wall, his other dagger placed against her abdomen, the dagger that Yuri was using earlier was on the ground not too far away from her. Tohya growled before glancing back and forth between Yuri and Ren. “Both of you, stop it this instance!” he commanded. “Do you want to get arrested for this?” Sunny added, an angry tone to his voice.

It felt warm and peaceful. Heri ordered the Tendon and Soba set. Sakura chose the Futomaki and Soba set. While waiting for their food, their conversation flowed gently: About Ponyo-chan, Heri’s cat with her silly antics… about Sakura’s job, which had kept her busy lately… about the Japanese songs they’d been listening to… and even Sakura’s attempts at learning Bahasa Indonesia. The talk moved slowly but gently—like the Meguro River itself. Not long after, their meals arrived. They eat at a relaxed pace, as if trying to savor every taste and every scent.