I was riding my motorcycle through the night to a club for the meet.
What meet, you may ask?
The silver dogs, of course. And I'm their leader.
I walked into the club looking around.
I looked around and found Maria sitting down on her computer.
"Hey, Maria. You're early."
She looked up.
"Hunter! I have to show you something. Its about the Black Foxes." She looked kinda anxious for it to be just 'something'.
"Howdy Doody, er'body!" Seiko walked up with Rose following close behind her.
"Hey guys." Rose was a very well...quiet person, if you ask me. But she has her moments. And watch it, she can read minds.
Seiko on the other hand is perky and has a very outdated vocabulary. Much like her brother, who she won't let me meet.
Maria is a calm and collected type of person. Doesn't make a big deal. But that ego though... Whew. Talk about split personality.
And I, Hunter Hirukawa, am described as mean, rude, and emotionless. And most of all, a tsundere. Ask them, not me.
"Okay, everyone is here. I have some new news." Said Terry from behind the counter cleaning a cup.
Oh, yeah. Almost forgot about her. Terry is young in spirit...just not in age. She actually assembled us in the first place. She owns this place. Sing it. Its an American karaoke bar by night and café by morning.
"And Klutzle this better not be your stupid palm readings. By the way fix me something." I cross my arms, sitting down.
"Hey!...Never mind... I trip a wire one time..." She mumbles as she walked back to the kitchen.
"Sigh... I'll do it." Maria shows me her computer. On it is a picture of a painting. There is a picture of a pair of fraternal twins.
Their in a walkway of cherry blossoms wearing school uniforms.
"I don't get it. What's that got to do with anything?" I look at her.
"They look like you..."
What...??
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FanfictionTakuto has always spent his life with his grandfather, feeling a longing or empty feeling in his chest. Will he find his other half? Literally? Hunter has been alone pretty much all her life. Cycling through foster homes and being given false hope...