Sun Breathing Tanjiro の小説・ストーリー

"Vengeance ought to be spoken through gritted teeth, spittle flying, the cords of one's soul so entangled in it that you can't let it go, even if you try." - Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Tohya Tanigawa practically stalked through the dormitory building of Hati in search of his male teammate and best friend. He wasn’t in his room. He wasn’t on the rooftop which he, Yuri and Ren usually went whenever they wished to be alone. He wasn’t even with Sunny, as the older Phantom was alone in his room reading a book.

Making Kai give pats over his back smug on his face as he looks over to the other boys. Outside of the dark ally Takeshi just hears their conversation with his hands clutched into a tight fist. Looking inside the ally glaring at the other boys who were around Koishi making him grind his teeth together As the sunset Koishi tugs his bag closer to his chest walking up through the long ally on his way home. Staring at the sky looking at the different shades formed at it along with the almost transparent clouds. A gush of wind passes through him making a shiver pass through his whole body as his hair flow along with it.

So close she could feel his warm breath on her upper lip, then he grinned thumbing her nose. "You are sooo pretty'' he said staring straight into her eyes. Zutara flushed under his gaze suddenly feeling shy. ''Forgive my manners'', he pulled away smoothly twirling a lock of her hair "I'm Minre, Air - binder at your service''. "I'm Zutara'' she grinned back at him accepting a warm cup of oats from Riz. ''And that is my new twin brother Sven'' they both turned, he with a bright smile, she with a dark scowl.

“I wanna see you try to stab me without getting the shit kicked out of you.” `As the next round of the fight began to unfold, Tsuru looked up to the cloudy sky. Rays of sunlight began to shine through, perhaps indicating that there was hope that the whole group would escape without anyone dying or getting hurt too badly. At the same time, the wind began to pick up. The alleyway acted as a long and narrow wind tunnel, causing the cold wind to gain tremendous speed and force. As her brunette hair was blasted by the monstrous wind, Tsuru’s bottomless brown eyes teared up.

Sudden energy rises through our bodies as we absorb the dark energy. I look to where Jiro is standing and saw his once full-of-life eyes... turn lifeless in less than a second, as his violet hair turns darker. He suddenly shouts in pain as a tattoo quickly appears on his lower arm. He fell on his knees the more his pain increased. Then the magic circle under him disappears, leaving him holding his arm before he fell to the ground.

I ask and he turns to look at me “Tora…” “do you have children?” I ask softly “hmm… a son… Taki…” He says with pride “a good boy.” “Japanese ?” I ask “hmm…” he chuffs “You must miss them…” I say softly “I do, but getting these people back to their families are just as important” He says “now let us see that wound.” He instructs and I curl shaking my head “let me see your wound Em..” I begin to shake my head “Why?” “because Sammy… I will heal..” and Blue eyes chuckles “he takes your blood to sustain… use his blood to heal…”

Not with her staring at me with the heat of the sun burning in those obsidian eyes. Tania didn't protest, settling in my hold and dipping her head into my chest. I waited for her breathing to even out as I held her and even when it did, I never let her go.

“Get me some ice from the freezer, and a wooden spoon…no, get me two wooden spoons” “W..why those?”. “Because I need to stabilize his throat so he can breathe through his airway without help”. She leans over Sorahiko and places a finger under his nose. “His breathing is slowing down by the minute. Hurry!”. The moment Eiji leaves, she touches Sorahiko’s scent glands lightly— they’re both inflamed and bruised. That bastard could have damaged both of his scent glands if Misa hadn’t gotten there in time. “I hope she breaks his spine”. She curses venomously.

“I don't know how, but it…” Circe went blank again. Lydia tried to reconnect with her but was unable to. No, no. Thalia can't be smelling like me. How can she? It's impossible. But it wasn’t a dream; her scent was coming from Thalia, who was hugging the man in front of her while she reeked of honeysuckle—Thalia’s real scent. A strong arm wrapped around her. “I know. Just act like it,” he spoke into her ear. She turned to see the long-haired Lycan, his green eyes locking onto her own.

When he turns back to face me, my lips tremble, and I stammer out a single word: "Vivaldi." His eyes gleam with amusement as he licks the Hunter's blood from his fingers, raising an eyebrow in a playful waggle. "It is I, Snowboy," he says with a smirk, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar—or in this case, the blood.