Takumi Kizu Novels & Stories

He stopped when he saw her. “Takashi” she greeted. “Ms. Megumi” he said back with a small smile. She blinked impishly. “Walking is really nice, isn’t it?” she asked. “Yes” he replied. “So Takashi, I don’t make it my business to know about my members lives, but I want to know about you”. “Okay…” “Then tell me about you”. “I’m Takashi Fujiwara, and I am here working for you. Making poison for the gang”.

"Well I have to take her home. That's why I'm here in the first place. To bring her back to her Homeland" Wait a minute...... "You don't mean right this instant do you?" I asked "surely you can give me a few days to process all these and prepare myself" "I'm afraid not honey. The fact that you are alive and I found you so easily means that others can find you too. You are a very rare being little Azura, and you have lots of enemies. J could sense the energy from your power from miles away. So you are too vulnerable right now". Aunt Anna explained.

Ren Takahashi slaps him on the shoulder, his eyes gleaming with a dark, predatory light. He has to be a Lord. He wouldn't be standing in this sanctum if he weren't. He doesn't carry himself like a subordinate, and the way he addressed the boss as 'Takumi' confirms they’re equals in the hierarchy. He isn't wearing the standard security gear of the Kuro Lounge either. I scan his white hoodie and dark denim. He doesn’t mirror Takumi’s tailored suit aesthetic, but that’s irrelevant. For all I know, a Lord could be a high-ranking politician or a mechanic in a grease-stained shop. They are strategically embedded where they can best manipulate the world.

The hum of the engine was their only companion, a faint, rhythmic drone that barely seemed to belong in the heavy silence of the moment. Takumi leaned back against the leather seat, fingers drumming against his knee in a rare display of restlessness. His mind churned. Bringing Zach into his plans was a calculated risk, one he hadn't entirely reconciled with himself. As manipulative as it felt, it was necessary. Zach’s obsessive fixation on the Takahashi Manor case was a tool Takumi intended to wield—no, exploit. It’s not betrayal, he told himself, though the thought carried little comfort. It’s strategy.

The craziness at FIFA speaks for itself. As a forward and the team captain, when I do get recognized on the street, I tend to get mauled. Hence the need to hide behind boxes. Plus I'm having some trouble with my corner shot so I'm in a cranky-ass mood. God help the fan who tries to talk to me about it. As I'm grabbing a thirty-pack of Ozarka water on sale, I hear a screaming baby. Who the hell would have a kid out this late? In the condom aisle, I grab my trusty brand. I usually go through a box when we're on the road.

Ryu hurried out of the car, following Kenji. "Takeo only confessed yesterday. That confession shouldn’t have leaked anywhere yet," Kenji argued. But as Kenji walked through the gates of the house, a terrible feeling crept over him. Kenji didn’t like the darkness or the silence that greeted him. He had come to this house to handle a violation he had discovered at the port. Takeo’s confession had led Kenji here. Kenji had to handle it personally because the owner of this house—Shimizu—was a high-ranking member of Kuryugumi.

A few Island Nation's doctors rushed over, trying to find a way to heal him. Takumi ignored all of them. Instead, he glared at Harvey. "How dare you cripple me, Harvey! I'm telling you this right now—this isn't over! You dare cripple an Onmyoji from the Way of Wood? You've made yourself our family's mortal enemy! I will kill you however I can! I will shred apart everyone that has anything to do with you! I will even dig out all your ancestors' graves and destroy their corpses!" All Takumi had in his heart was endless fury. As one of the young elites of the Way of Wood, he could have become one of the key members to control the Way of Wood. The reason he appeared here was only to celebrate Sh

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

Baji nudged, moving his pen to the kanji. “Scar.” Jai answered. Then he gasped. Baji nodded and leaned back to his seat. “You understand it now?” Jai nodded profusely. “Kizuato means scar. It isn’t necessarily for someone’s physical appearance. That can be a name! A title!” Something came into his mind and he then realized something. “Or there must be a place called Kizuato, where we can find these men!” Darrion said, offering his thought. “Probably a bar or some underground meeting place, right?” He looked at Baji.