Kourin Ni Tensai Chapter 5: The Claw of the White Tiger

Chapter 5: The Claw of the White Tiger

                In the shadows, a white haired boy stood, hands in the pocket of a black buttoned up long coat, and darks eyes set upon a neon den. When he had first learned of Asabi he had expected it to be a quiet town, a silent domain where everyone knew each other, and no one was hard to find, but the information Kouta had delivered had changed that impression around. Right now Ushio stood in the delinquent district where teens roamed wildly through the night, and successful single women found a place of solace. It was small building of two floors, nestled between a three-story office on its right and a bar on its left, and it stood out more than them both, welcoming potential patrons with neon cursive that scrolled over its door. Velvet Touch, it read, and made Ushio wonder if it was a simile for the atmosphere or the workers that dwelled within. He didn’t dare try to enter, and didn’t think he’d have a chance if he did, but from where he stood on the other side of the street, he could see the soft lighting, and barely see several couches that lined the walls within. He wasn’t a fan of anime but it was the type of scene he had seen in them before, and had always expected a host club to be. A host club, a den where single women went and would be flattered by the handsome men who dwelled within. At a time in his life, a girl had told him that he could potentially work in one and left him a little flustered, but as he stood there, a job was not what he sought.

              

Nuut Wereld Chapter 5: The Girl with the Magic Stone

Chapter 5: The Girl with the Magic Stone

                The cafeteria was noisy and as bright as ever as Kiara sat across from a laughing Taylor and Shin, and as the two fell over each other she knew the noisiness would not soon end. She had just told them, mere moment after Tristan arrived with the type of schlock she expected the cafeteria to serve, that she and him had started a relationship, and he had sheepishly confirmed. For a moment, Shin had sat there and recalled the rejection she had once dealt him, but a quick nudge from Taylor had changed things around and made Kiara smile. She still hadn’t found the woman who threatened to take their lives, but it made her feel good that the only thing she had to worry about was whether the two would stop laughing or not. Like hyenas, they cackled away, barely able to even catch their breath, but as Tristan took Kiara’s hand they looked at the young couple and realized it was time to settle down.

Tengoku Senshi Chapter 5: Amidst the Chaos

Chapter 5: Amidst the Chaos

                The sting of fire was an unforgettable one, a damaging touch that made you quickly pull your body away, and even when it burned at a distance, its sting had an impressive reach. It came with a toxic stench, poisonous smog that’d seep into your lungs with unimaginable difficulty, and choke you so that, suffocated and confused, you crawled into fire’s embrace and meet a torturous end. It was a sting Sakuya had felt before, and as it moved in and choked her, and nipped at the skin of her right arm, it pulled her from her sleep just in time for the door to fly open. The stench of fire was creeping in from the hallway, and obscured the face of an already blurred figure that raised a knife above his head the moment he saw Sakuya’s face. He charged and she threw herself at her sword, grabbing it only moments before he was upon her, and stabbing it through his chest. As she pulled her sword free and turned to wake Aeriane, she saw her shocked friend standing in the corner as three more men slid into the room. Sakuya charged with her blade held low and stabbed through the neck of one before he was ready to react, and blocked a downward slice of another at her side. She knew that behind her the last man was about to attack, but had no need to turn as she heard a voice boom down the hall, and saw from the corner of her eye a powerful fist go forward and crash into the attacker’s face. He buckled and fell as the scarred arm knocked him aside, and Sakuya ducked as his machete was taken and swung to cut the final man’s neck. Arty looked down upon the men he slew, and seemed to hold back a hurl before his hand came up to point at their window, and several more man began to rush down the hall.

Kourin Ni Tensai Chapter 4: The Tale Trader

Chapter 4: The Tale Trader

                In clothes far more casual than their Prospect uniforms and their hair styled to match, Ushio and Asano had strolled into the lobby of Masaru’s apartment and had been given a letter for where they could meet him next. It had stung them a little to find out that his place of meeting had been so abruptly changed, but they could only blame themselves, as they pondered why they didn’t get his cell phone’s number. Still they set out, bound for the place Masaru’s letter said to go where they found a middle-aged woman with short black hair, staffing a convenience store. From the outside, it was apparent that it was a house as well, and with one glimpse inside that was confirmed as they saw a light brown staircase leading up in the back. As Masaru’s letter said, the two went inside a moved around, making it seem like they were going to buy something, and probably seem like they were going to rob the place more. Despite their loitering however, the cashier merely smiled silently complimenting Asano’s wear and making her olive cheeks flush a little red.  It was her idea to change into something more casual, as any negative who had the slightest idea what they were doing would know that something was up, and she opted for a magenta duffle coat and even though she hated it on the uniform, a black ruffle skirt as well. When she prepared her clothes she was happy with how well they went with the white stockings and black boots, and it radiated in her as she saw the appreciation in the cashier's eyes. The only thing she worried about was looking too much like Rin, and had put her hair into pigtails just to combat that. That only left Ushio who opted for something simpler, and decide that all black would do him well.

Kourin Ni Tensai Chapter 3: The Wings of The Hawk

Chapter 3: The Wings of the Hawk

                The scene was set as Ushio and Asano explained who they were and a knock came from the door right after they gave Masaru their mission brief, and the only thing that could make it more suspenseful and perhaps more cliché, was a sudden loss of power and their cell phones' reception getting taking away. None of the latter happened, but as another knock came from the door, it was apparent that it didn’t have to as they all stared at the white wood expecting it to open. While Masaru stared, he had missed a sight as something struck Ushio’s palm and brought as spear to form, while something struck Asano’s palm casted down a boomerang that she held with preparation to throw, as she rose from where she sat. Another knock came from the door, but seem to stop abruptly as they heard keys jingling through the silence, and faintly entering the keyhole. There was a click, and then a creek as the door slid open and Ushio and Asano stepped forward to confront the person who stood there. It was a girl who had to be around their age, with long black hair falling down to her shoulders. A smile was slowly fading away as she spotted them, and a bag fell from her gloved hands and crumpled on the floor. In that instance they saw a blur of cerulean and black as the girl shot across the room, and Ushio only had a second to swing his spear around before her fist came down onto his face. Asano lifted her boomerang and a bladed edge glinted as it reflected in the ceiling fan's light, and failed to come down as the girl delivered a kick to her chest.

Kourin Ni Tensai Chapter 2: The Prospective Party

Chapter 2: The Prospective Party

            “Something wasn’t quite right.” Masaru thought as he began to wake up and the pain of his torn chest came rushing back. It had returned memories when it hit him and made him cringe; the cold of the snow only barely being warmed by his blood, and Hashiba behind him on the crushed white, moving closer with blades of blood to take his life, and it made him realized that something was off. He was dry for one, to the point of needing something to moisturize his dark skin, and he was alive for two, even though only one other person than Hashiba knew where he was. Another sensation of the peculiar hit him as he touched his chest and felt nothing but a thin layer keep his hands off the wound. His body for one was warm, and under that thin layer that open eyes confirmed to be gauze, he could feel something wire like protruding from his skin. He could also feel the softness of a familiar couch, sat beside a glass coffee table that stood on black legs. The white couch and the familiar table came together in a painted harmony, with the white carpet they stood on, and the twenty-inch television placed on a stand with its back to the black paneled walls. With an unmoving ceiling fan that hung over head casting down a ray that brought both good lighting and shading completing the pating, Masaru was fully reminded of a welcoming place as he realized he was in his room.