Tiger & Bunny Kotetsu Novels & Stories

This Lycan looked batshit crazy and it scared the hell out of the Tiger. *****

I instructed. We took another turn and found ourselves at a dead end. “Stop right there, Kitsune. Or should I say Yūri Hatake.” an unfamiliar voice called out, followed by the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked. I glanced at Hibiki, who only nodded with his eyes as he stealthily unfastened his belt. “No funny business. Turn around slowly.” the man commanded.

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

I said and he nodded at me. “Fine. What items would be needed for the ’test’?” “Two empty bowls and two white candles. Do you have that in your tent?” I asked. “I do.” He said firmly. Then he said, “What about a matchstick?” “Not necessary.” “Fine.” He answered. Then he sent away some of his men to carry out the task that I just gave him. While they were away, we both sat in front of each other on the ground. The white wolf's body was carried away and buried.

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.

He was wearing a White Coat and carrying a white bunny. She looked at the bunny he was carrying and squeezed his cock. “The cute-cute! Can I have this, please?” She laughed and scratched her head. Wondering what to say then messed up her hair. He artistically removed it and stared at the young man. "I'm afraid, I can't." he smiled. “This little bunny is sick. I need to cure her or she’ll die.” She yawned and nodded. She was still holding the poor bunny's cock. "Sorry little fella."

She extended it and tapped Zinjo on the chest, “Hey check out what's in the cage.” Zinjo put the spyglass up to his eye, and peered down at the cage, “What is that? Another hybrid?” Within the cage were a simple black and yellow rabbit with a longhorn protruding out of its head. The guards stood at least five feet away from the cage. Were they afraid of the minuscule ball of fluff? “Have you seen one of those before?” Zinjo shook his head, “It is an animal unknown to me. Perhaps it is the divine beast the ghost of Tiberius spoke of ?”

“I was greatly alarmed at what I had seen, so I ran to my mother’s hut to inquire on what was happening, but she refused to tell me the truth. After seeing those men in the palace, I knew my father was going to tell me the truth, so I waited eagerly as I sat beside him. Murai told them a summary of all his father had said. The name 'Banabella' rang in their ears. “Son,” his father started, “I named you Murai for this reason: the night you were born, I fought and killed a leopard. That same night, I had good dreams about you. The day of your birth signified strength and power. I feel you will become powerful on earth if you listen to the voice of the gods; for I had the foreknowledge and pray

He reached into his coat pocket and tossed something onto the low table. A white poker chip. Plain, except for a tiny crimson wolf stamped into the center. Luciano swore under his breath, the sound sharp enough to make my stomach clench. I moved closer, staring at the small disc. “What is that?” Luciano’s eyes met mine, and I almost wished they hadn’t. There was no softness there, no reassurance—just grim recognition. “It’s the mark of the Fenrir Syndicate.” “I’ve never heard of them.”

By the time the sun was going down, and the moon began to rise, she knew what she was going to do. Approaching Warrior, she untied his reins from the tree. “All right, my friend. You’re free,” she told him. “But please… don’t go far. I don’t want the dragon to eat you, and I don’t want the soldiers to spot you, but I will need you when it’s time to make my getaway.” She stroked his long, dark nose, and he snorted at her, as if he understood. When she let go of his reins and he began to wander off, she thought perhaps he didn’t understand after all.