I welcome Akimi Kaneshiro, an organized crime leader, killer, friend, husband, and parent.
This is the introduction of my very first OC, Akimi Kaneshiro. This book is about the life he choose to lead as an international criminal. How will this effec...
Toshio made it down the stairs and to the first floor with Akimi in his arms.
"Already a bottom, huh? Well, it can't be helped I guess...." Setsuko teased, making her way out the door with Momoe.
"Ill kill you, Setsu..." Akimi growled.
"Quit upsetting my little kitsune, Setsuko-chan-" Toshio said with a pouty face, hugging Akimi kissing the top of his head like a baby.
"You're one to talk, my little ツンデレ(tsundere)~" Momoe teased, placing a hand around Setsuko's hip with a light smirk.
Setsuko beamed red and her eyes widened.
Momoe slipped her hands over Setsuko's face, kissing her gently.
'That's it-'
Setsuko picked up her flower, carrying her over her shoulder and towards their white Lamborghini parked outside.
"HEY! SETSU-KUN! P-put me downughhhhh!"
"No can do~" Setsuko teased, walking calmly away with the frustrated girl.
Toshio placed Akimi behind him on the motorcycle, squeezing his hands to calm him before started the engine.
"How does lunch sound, Kitsune?"
"If I have to-"
"You do~"
"Fine. You pick."
"That little café downtown? The tourist spot."
"Whatever you want, Karasu."
Toshio rolled his eyes.
When they made it to the café, Toshio parked the motorcycle and left to pay the parking meter (idk if there are parking meters in Japan but, lets just pretend their are✨).
When he looked up, he thought he saw someone familiar.
'No, it can't be. Don't be stupid-' Toshio hushed himself. He looked back one more time and made eye contact. 'That does look just like-'
Toshio couldn't help but follow the short white haired person down the sidewalk. They entered an alleyway...that's when he knew.
'OH MY GOD- oh god, no, please no-'
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(Milae 미래, Korean, 5'2", 20 years old, Non-binary/Gender Unknown)
When the white haired human turned to face Toshio, they held a wide insane smile. Their almost white, yellowish eyes pierced into Toshio's like spears.
A pair of hands wrapped around Milae's torso, feeling their every inch. The small human moaned lightly before being turned around and kissed by a taller dark haired woman.
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