Lunaros-Valkiri

 Fanged teeth clenched in with a growl while green eyes glared at the offending object in the corner of their vision. "Yoichi, that coffee did nothing wrong." With no desire to reply forthcoming, Yoichi turned his head away from the mocking bag of ground coffee on the counter and back to the baby in front of him. Yes, a baby. As in a newly born human, an infant, whatever you want to call the little squirming, stinky, sticky, thing that was screaming up a storm. Did it help that this baby was Yoichi's own flesh and blood? Surprisingly not. Yoichi had always hated children, specifically very small ones that only seemed to be good for maki

 Mindy and her son Rufus had just moved into the most beautiful house away from that horrible man. It was a new start and Mindy was intending to enjoy it to the fullest. She gleefully drove her car through the quaint neighborhood while holding back her impatience to stand before her new home and begin again. Deftly, she pulled her car to a stop before the dark red home she'd purchased. The trees looked quite a bit different without the leaves on them, she observed, but it let her see the windows much better. In fact the entire prosperity seemed grander than she recalled it being, but that had to be because this entire thing was too good to

 "We get Christmas Day off, but we still have practice the day before and after?" Patrick "Panther" Spencer found himself bewildered by the sheet of paper in front of him. Ever since Coach Apollo had informed him that he was on, not invited to try out but actually on, the American Team for the Youth World Cup, Panther had found himself out in Indiana practicing at the University of Notre Dame. Despite the fact this was going to be 'easy' and that the roster had not been finalized, the coach in charge of the project, James Rothermel, wanted the team together and practicing for as long as humanly possible. So after NASA's season came to an end,

So that we are clear on this, this story is follows the 'Eastern or Western?' story. It's not a direct sequel, it's just another event that happens to happen in the same 'timeline'. Yoichi is the head coach of the Portland Thorns, they are living in America and they have a house across the street from a city park. "What the fuck are you cooking!?" Hiruma Yoichi, all teeth and irritation, roared from his perch. An unwelcome 'stench' had wafted from the kitchen into the corner of the living room Yoichi had marked as his if the amount of wires and monitors and miscellaneous computing devices was anything to go by. Marked was truly the operativ

  Long fingers that ended in sharp claws traced over the Book before them, feeling it for weakness before opening it to let green eyes gaze down on its pure contents. Carefully the words and pictures were taken in and processed by one of the most genius tactical minds. Thoughts running fast of consequences, success rates, and back up plans; it would not be long before the mind would stop thinking and order its body to begin the attack. Yes, the attack. Turning his bleach blond head slightly, Hiruma took in his opponent with a grimace. Green eyes glared at the empty Pyrex pan before them as if they were casting some sort of occult enchantmen

 "I'll give you a choice," Anezaki's words cut into the silence and made Hiruma shiver, "yes, a choice." Hiruma knelt here, his arms bound with crude leather, his face bruised and bloody, before the great pirate queen. She was beautiful, yes, but everything about her screamed words of death and destruction. It was the way she had become tan from flying her ship, the way she walked, her choice of clothes, and her voice. This woman was dangerous…. Hiruma said nothing as he watched the woman gracefully pace across the bloodied deck of her ship. She stepped on the corpses of Hiruma's late comrades with only a care for not tripping over t