Yuri Tsukikage Novels & Stories

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

' Not this time, temporary she is 'Akira', the male disguise of Yui, the obsessive-minded villainess! His mind is filled with disgusting thoughts that he keeps smacking his head as if forcefully shirking off a bunch of hurtful laughter out of his head. 'Scram off! ... God Damn it!' Rage started to build up in his esteem but a mouthful of cold-chilly air pours down his throat. That woke him up from the nightmare...

I smiled victoriously on coming up with a perfect excuse to escape. "oh okay." he seemed slightly unbothered. "What's her name anywa-" he dropped a speaker while talking to me. Great! Couldn't expect anything less from the 'God of destruction'. I hurried forward to help him. "Her name is Yuri" That's the best name you could come up with hikari, seriously, I thought to myself. Yuri means a ghost in Japanese, I face palmed myself in my head. "oh Yuri," he giggled a little "pretty name"

“I’m from Silver Fangs pack,” “A human in a wolf pack?” “Yes, wolves and humans co-exist there,” “What’s your age?” I looked at him wondering why is he asking such a question. “I’m… eighteen,” “Eighteen?” he raised one of his eyebrows. He must’ve sensed that I lied. “In four months,” I said. His lips curled in a smile. I can see that Alex finds me interesting. The skies started rumbling and, in a few minutes, it started to rain heavily. I look at Alex and he’s having a strange look on his face.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

“What right do you have to do that? You think you’re the Big Boss? This is none of your business! You don’t have the right to butt in! Since you’re this ignorant, this’ll be easier for me!” The Islander glanced calmly at Harvey. “Let me introduce myself. I am Yuri Musashi! “I am one of the ten sword saints of the Island Nations, and I have been serving my master for many years now. “I’ll give you a chance to kill yourself. “If I take action, you won’t even have a corpse by the end of this.” Kairi couldn’t help but gasp after hearing the name. “Yuri Musashi? The Supreme Elder of the Abito Way?!”

In the same apartment. “Judging by your different last names,” the man asked carefully, “I’m guessing you are not related. Correct?” “He’s my brother,” Taiga snapped, irritation spiking again. “And that’s that.” The questioner hummed in reply, unconvinced but unwilling to press further. “Mr. Yuki, are you mated?” “I am not answering that question. Next.” Tatsuya’s tone carried finality. Another silent exchange between the two men. Then:

she said, her fingers already dancing across the screen. “Here's one, he's a lawyer who likes sushi. Too boring?” “Definitely,” Angela replied, already shaking her head. “Next one, he's a professional skateboarder that enjoys poetry,” Yuki read, raising an eyebrow. "A bit too much? What do you think, honey?” She turned to Angela. “Yeah, I don't think I could handle that level of cool,” Angela said with a laugh. “Alright, here's a Japanese guy who's an amateur chef and loves to travel. Could be a winner,” Yuki said with a wink.