Rebirth -- Book 4

ReiKeiko

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Parts 13
Time 2h 40m

ReiKeiko

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After the portal remained silent for years, strangers come through from a parallel world. The Shinobi world is at peace save for waiting for the Otsusuki to make their move. They are not expecting Hunters from another world to come after their powers. The Inu Yokai, Keiko, who sought refuge in Konoha before the Fourth Great Shinobi War is targeted unexpectedly by the newcomers. Lost in a new world with no way to return, Keiko makes an unusual ally in Hisoka.
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    The man in the trees was all but forgotten by Keiko. He stood in at the edge of the clearing, leaned next to a tree. He was dressed in a manner that looked like he had dipped himself in a deck of cards. It played well off of the eccentric swept back red hair and his gleeming yellow eyes. A trickle of blood ran down his hand. The man licked the drop with a grin. He hadn't realized he had been biting his knuckle as he watched. He hummed what was half a moan. How he longed to have his slender fingers and pointed nails around her throat. Though whether to make her cry in pain or pleasure, or both, he hadn't decided. But that was not why he came.All Rights Reserved

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After the portal remained silent for years, strangers come through from a parallel world. The Shinobi world is at peace save for waiting for the Otsusuki to make their move. They are not expecting Hunters from another world to come after their powers. The Inu Yokai, Keiko, who sought refuge in Konoha before the Fourth Great Shinobi War is targeted unexpectedly by the newcomers. Lost in a new world with no way to return, Keiko makes an unusual ally in Hisoka.
    --
    The man in the trees was all but forgotten by Keiko. He stood in at the edge of the clearing, leaned next to a tree. He was dressed in a manner that looked like he had dipped himself in a deck of cards. It played well off of the eccentric swept back red hair and his gleeming yellow eyes. A trickle of blood ran down his hand. The man licked the drop with a grin. He hadn't realized he had been biting his knuckle as he watched. He hummed what was half a moan. How he longed to have his slender fingers and pointed nails around her throat. Though whether to make her cry in pain or pleasure, or both, he hadn't decided. But that was not why he came.

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