Foxmask Stories

ethereal |əˈTHirēəl| adjective extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world Akaashi looks like he is too perfect for this word. He doesn't just look too perfect... He is. Akaashi is a spirt... Bokuto is a human... If Bokuto touches Akaashi, he will disappear... How do you love someone that you can't touch? Hotarubi no Mori E x Haikyuu Bokuto x Akaashi Boy x Boy If you don't like yaoi don't read it.

In a universe of supernaturals and humans, Chris is the in between. Raised by the kitsunes of Ultra Tempus, Chris leaves his home in a last minute decision regarding his best friend, resulting in the two being split up and discovering earth. Akarii on the other hand, a normal human girl in her early twenties, is living a somewhat normal life. Just with the addition of dream like hallucinations of creatures! All you could ask for, right? What will happen when the two protagonists' fates intertwine, in the worst way possible? Centuries of history at the brink of being destroyed? Charming supernaturals? Looks into the future? A cute little hologram? AUTHORS NOTE: The first draft of this was started in 2022, and the lasted version of the first chapter in 2023. Newer chapters will likely sound better on the tongue.

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★彡█►─ ❝ 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱! 𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗔𝗙𝗘 𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘂𝘀 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄..! ❞ ─◄█ The silent wish of the voice calling, the pain bloom unexpectedly given him the curse he lives under. Giving the perception of the unknown stank eye as beauty is nothing but a mere vision to see, but how long till that mask cracks? Things won't last forever and that's true because on the other side the scent of blood lingers, leaving the cracks becoming larger than before under everyone's eyes. ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 ₊❏❜ ⋮ 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝘆 ５-1０, 2０21 ⌒ ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘀 ₊❏❜ ⋮ 𝗢𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 ⌒

He touch my hand gently as he looks towards at me. I could feel my face burning up just by feeling his hand on mine. Even if I couldn't see his face because of his mask I could tell what he's feeling. Pain. "Iris. I'm sorry..." he uttered. I shook my head, "Don't be." "But I---" Before he could say another word I held him tightly in my arms and rest my head on his chest. "Stop apologizing." I said. I could feel a ball of emotion filling up inside me that wants to be released. But I just blink it all away. Then I felt a hand wrapping around me and giving me a gentle squeeze. "But it's my fault why you're wrap up in this situation." *** HIDDEN: The Masked Boy

Follow along with Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze on a slightly alternative story... - I'll try my best to commit to posting new parts every Friday! I hope you all enjoy, and maybe you'll get a few bonus chapter on the weekends if this storyline gets more and more traction.