Uchiha Outfit Novels & Stories

Akira’s POV The night of the mission had arrived, and my heart pounded in my chest as Hunter fastened the belt of my black outfit—a sleek combination of fitted trousers, a bodycon top, and comfortable boots. He had picked the outfit himself, saying black was ideal for blending into the darkness. I agreed with him. The less attention I attracted, the better. Once he was done adjusting my belt, he stepped back, his sharp gaze sweeping over me to make sure everything was in place. He nodded, satisfied. “All good and ready to go,” he said, a smile playing on his lips.

This is technically, my favorite part of Haruto's Chashitsu. Haruto stood waiting for me as I pulled up at the entrance of his Chashitsu. He was all smiles, wearing a beautiful red kimono designed with dragon patterns. One look at Haruto and you immediately get the idea of a rich potbellied businessman. He was a good-natured jolly man and successful too. He also has many wives. Stepping out of my car, I handed the key over to a servant boy who came up to me and walked towards Haruto.

Overall, the coat got more fitted, the waistcoat's length was reduced, the waistcoat's sleeves were eliminated, and the hem was cut horizontally. The two women were wearing long white dresses with embroidery small flower designs, but they were different colors. “We’re ready – Drakaina, it’s Chen.” Hana immediately approached as she looked down her path and slowly raised her gaze to Chen while holding her skirt. “Hi,” said Hana. Chen was stunned at his stance as he just stared at Hana's face. “H-Hi. You look amazing.” “Thanks,” she fixed her hair on her right ear. “Your outfit suits you well.”

Whereas his curious eyes look at the outfit of Yang Shizu who is wearing a simple white t-shirt on which an anime character is designed. Though he is having a simple attire but that simpleness makes him look cuter. A single question came on Chiean Hwa's mind as to how can this cute person be so dangerous and violent while playing MLBB. He then watched Yang Shizu standing up from his chair and walking out of the coffee shop. He then watch Yang Tian coming towards his table with a long face.

But nothing beats the intimidating appearance of the leader of Nidhogg himself, Rei Shibasaki. The man’s white hair fell down to the nape of his neck, and it was obvious that he had shaved regularly, as there wasn’t a single sign of facial hair growing on his face. Rei Shibasaki was dressed in a smart black and white suit with black leather shoes. All in all, he had the appearance of a strict, no-nonsense businessman, but Ren knew better. “I’m surprised that you want to meet me.” Ren snorted.

"Mey! You look gorgeous!" I looked down at my dress and smiled. "Thanks!" Unlike my other friends who were totally okay with wearing short dresses, I wore a long white dress and topped it up with an open sweater. I actually had no problem wearing short dresses, but my parents would never allow me to do that. They were quite conservative. My parents did not allow me to wear sleeveless shirts, skirts, and shorts. Well, we, Asians, always tried our best to avoid showing too much skin, anyway. If you see Cheongsam, a Chinese traditional dress that Cho Chang wore to the Yule Ball in Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire, you'd probably know what I mean.

Zephyr patted his tunic and Carol nodded twice, blinking innocently as it dived under his tunic again silently. I sighed and looked at the Uriko brother who addressed the gathering. Both of them had waist length black hair. They were slim, tall and looked just like models. Asashi was wearing a navy blue long lolita coat with an intricate golden thread and button work. Aera was wearing a black lolita coat with silver thread and button work.

“Well… Some things… are you okay though? You’re not hurt aren’t you? You took off before I can ask if you’re okay.” Indeed, he was the boy from before. The only difference was his clothes had changed. He was wearing a lime colored outfit before, but now, he was wearing a white themed short hakama with a tint of light blue. Haku nodded, making his short but slightly puffy hair bobbed a bit cutely. His hair was short and straight, but it was a bit puffy like souffle pancake that it makes him look adorable. “I’m okay. Not even a bruise. Just very surprised and a little bit annoyed.”

There were no guards in the hallway, of course, for the privacy reasons of the family. I thought he left yesterday. What the hell was he doing there? Maintaining our eye-contact, we stepped closer to one another. Finally, we stopped at a hand’s distance from each other. I smiled, “greeting alpha Hikari.” He peered at me with an unruffled face. He was wearing a black shirt and pants with a white belt and shoes. A white kimono coat with wind patterns on the back and on its long sleeves fluttered around him while he strutted.

Even though no one had made a move to hurt her or force her into anything, Bella was still uneasy. The further Kyouka led her through the house, the more she became aware of just how many people lived there. All were strong men clad in Japanese-style outfits; some even carried katanas. It was the kind of scene one only saw in movies—too unreal. Bella might have been fascinated by the entire setup if her life weren’t hanging by a thread. One wrong move, and she might just cease to exist.