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Trinity Oasis     Rhina and Ritoru were on their way home from their previous battle with Trinity, and Rhina was annoyed to find that Trinity was actually following them. She was holding Ritoru, had one of her cheeks puffed out, and was occasionally glancing back.     “What’s the matter?” Ritoru quietly asked Rhina to which she sighed.     “Well I’m fine with helping her but…” she then raised her voice and turned back towards Trinity, “did she HAVE to come home with us!?” Trinity blushed a bit.     “I can’t go to my own home after the crimes I’ve committed tonight

Wrath of Trinity     Trinity had found her prey: Little Ritoru, a man hardly the size of the check he carried. Trinity began to bend over, reaching with fingers like the talons of an eagle. This was Ritoru’s cue to turn tail and bolt. Trinity smirked as her prey ran. Rhina began to run towards Ritoru to try and rescue him. Trinity however wasn’t even getting started.     The two had almost reached each other when Trinity suddenly appeared in front of them both, her foot leaving cracks in the road where she halted, before smashing Rhina into the building behind her. Ritoru at the same time, ended up hitting his head on Trinity&

Trinity Before the Storm     Ritoru hadn’t had that much trouble sleeping in a long time. He was glad that he was able to comfort Rhina, and hell his position during that time was one that most sane men wouldn’t complain about ever, himself included. Her grip that night was another story, however. Sure, some of the time her grip was gentle, but then there were the times she squeezed damn near all the air out of him, but due to his position, he was afraid that so much as tapping her would only land him in worse trouble, potentially. Despite all this, he still managed to stay somewhat chipper the following morning. Rhina had more

Dangerous Meat-ings     Ritoru had gotten used to his new living quarters over the past few weeks. Thanks to the nature of the jewelry box bed, Ritoru had a drawer built right into his bed where he could keep his clothing as well as any gear he had for taking on all sorts of missions. He had needles, a bamboo dart gun, which almost looked like a sniper rifle--if those were made of bamboo, a few chemicals and toxins for the needles, and various other tools, which were at the time becoming a bit neglected. Neither Ritoru nor Rhina had been on a mission in quite a while; the money from their last missions hadn’t come close to drying up y

"Little" New Home     Her ears couldn’t believe what her mouth had just squeaked. Rhina had just asked Ritoru if he’d like to move in with her. She was so embarrassed that she hid her face back in her kimono, once again resembling a pink peach. Meanwhile, Ritoru and his mother glanced at each other, almost as if they were communicating through telepathy. After a bit of glancing, Ritoru’s mother smiled. Ritoru nodded, pretty sure he understood, and leaped off her hand. He gave Rhina’s head a small tap, prompting her to raise her head enough to see him.     “I agree with the arrangement,” he told her. A s

Little Introductions     It had been an easy afternoon for Hayate, a mid-30 year old mercenary handler. His caramel orange brown hair seemed to glisten lightly in the sunset’s light, his green dress clothes as clean as ever. He was just about ready to punch out for the day. All he had left was to receive reports from some of his usual clients. Before he could even begin to wonder if his next client was even going to show up, a scroll dropped on his desk from somewhere above.     The scroll didn’t even finish landing after its initial bounce before a young man, smaller than the scroll itself landed on the desk, kicking the scro