Yu Yu Hakusho Tarukane Novels & Stories

cursed Yufi. My ears immediately felt hot after hearing Yufi's cursing. I'm just trying to keep it in. Let's just say they are small children who have not grown up. Yeah, let's just say that; don't respond... I bit my lip in annoyance when they started throwing something again. Ah, now rotten tomatoes? Where did they get these rotten tomatoes? "Hold her!" Yufi ordered her two friends Farah and Sunny immediately grabbed both sides of my hand, making me frown in confusion. Now what other ridiculous thing do they want to do?

I skip further into the little book, slightly curious about the dates I've noticed this far until I reached a page that caught my eye. December 21, 1997. The ground is covered with snow, the tulips and rose buds I've come to love and treasure are no more, yet I don't feel lonely or cold. Someone lies ever so comfortable in her basket figetting about- right now only just smiled at me. Her skin is a creamy pale colour with burnt brown hair that dares to become red at the touch of light, her eyes sparkle with such a vibrant pink it's hard to never smile whenever I think of the child before me. I've named her Yuuki, because she was born at the time of snow. December 17, 1997.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

Deployment plan: high-efficiency snack conversion. Kenta threw his hand up like a bidding paddle at auction. “I’m in! But I wanna play the CEO who gets bought out.” Takuto shook his head, pushing up his glasses. “Your BMI and splash radius make you more suitable for the hostile takeover party.” Yuki, perched near the window with a suspiciously thick notebook, raised a hand. “I’ve already infiltrated the other classes. I have a list of their planned performances.” “I... I must be losing it,” Miu groaned. “Why am I agreeing to this?”

".What is this?" "Truth, Creed," Zara said smoothly, stepping closer, the picture changing to another one — Yuyu, barely sixteen in baggy pants, laughing, with unmistakable boyish features. "Your little Yuyu — your dream girl — is a man. Or did you really not know?" "I—" My head inched towards Yuyu, as if seeing her — him — for the very first time. "Don't believe this," I panted, my face ill. "It can't be. It's not true."