Savages

Snowstorms

Misaki stuffed part of her body into the bath, slowly, until it was completely washed away. Cold weather piercing, fresh. He daydreamed of his plan against a godly game that to him was too ridiculous.

“Honey, there's your friend downstairs,” said his mother behind the bathroom door.

Misaki hurriedly finished her bath. He lifted his leg which was still full of soapy foam, reached for the shower button and rinsed himself.

Ten minutes passed, Misaki came out in her bathing suit with wet hair dangling. The sound of water splashing from his hair was clearly heard. No sound from his friends. There really isn't anyone.

“Mama! Where's my pals? He said here?” ask Misaki wonder.

The rush of feet down the stairs shocked Misaki. There was no one. The atmosphere of the house was so quiet, even the voice of his mother was not heard at all.

“Mama!”

The move was getting closer, but there was no one. The flower vase on the table fell on its own, slamming to the floor. Photos on the wall scattering. Misaki's scared.

“Skill sho–“ Misaki remembered, his age was only 19 days left. He can't use his powers.

Breathing felt behind him. Spontaneous Misaki using her hands, batting style.

“Aaaww!” scream someone.

“Who's there?”

Misaki panic. There was no one, but the voice was clearly heard. Although he had just recovered, but his ears did not suffer any injuries.

“He definitely uses transparent strength. But who has? Isn't that my new strength, huh?” he said in his heart.

Misaki raised her hand, tracing each air in front of her. He can't feel anything. A few minutes passed, his hand reaching for something, similar to a human hand. His eyes glanced, he was just holding onto a void of air.

“It's me, Misaki.”

He knows that voice so well, Hiroshi. There was not a single person he knew who had a sexy wet husky voice except Hiroshi. Slowly, Hiroshi's body was seen, right in front of Misaki with her hand still held warm.

“Hiro! You want to kill me, huh?” katan Misaki melotop, looking into Hiroshi's eyes sharply. His hands were released, while Hiroshi grinned.

“Dragon sayings, later the other friends on wake up,” Hiroshi whispered.

Misaki took a deep breath. First knew Hiroshi he almost died from his rather strange and perverted actions.

“So ..., if I yell like this then what!” yell Misaki.

He laughed seeing Hiroshi's face panicking and tried to silence Misaki's mouth. But he managed to escape. There is a chase, the house with many residents it feels like their own.

“Awas you, little girl!”

“Hahaha, just try to catch!” Misaki laughed towards Hiroshi who had not managed to catch up to him.

“Misaki, beware!”

Hiroshi ran to reach Misaki's body which fell. Misaki is captured and falls onto the sofa. A few minutes passed, looking into the eyes.

“Aki.”

“I-iya, Hiro.”

Hiro looked at Misaki sincerely. His face approached and continued to approach, until it was only five inches between them.

“Woy woy, Hiro!”

The thunder was like a hot wind flowing over the snow. Melting, shocking. Sontak Misaki pushed Hiroshi's body over him until he fell.

“Bigger you! Dare you use the time pause to date!” Yato wrathful. He dragged his footsteps towards Hiroshi. His collar was pulled tightly, his eyes staring intently at Hiroshi who dared to touch his beloved sister.

Hiroshi held his breath. Neck's suffocating.

All eyes were on Misaki. His clothes began to get wet from his hair. She was embarrassed and covered herself with both hands.

“A-me, change clothes first. Remember, don't fight anymore. Or I'll kill you all!” Misaki passed by with her head bowed, her face flushed red.

His footsteps drifted away, climbing each ladder. While others waited in the living room.

A few minutes passed, “aduh, Misaki where?” Hiroshi could not wait for his heart.

Instantly silent, their eyes glanced towards the stairs.

“Hai friends. Sorry to keep you waiting so long,”.

“So, what do you want to talk about, Aki?” ask Yato.

The sound of the door buzzing, the Warped team has arrived. All gathered, Misaki stood in front of her friends.

“Friends, I'm asking for help. Please lend me your strength one more time, don't let me finish this machining alone.”

Yukine frowned while occasionally sighing. “We are friends, remember? Without even being asked we would not let you fight alone, playing with this terrible world. You need someone if you want to succeed. Because, fighting alone is the same as looking for defeat,” said Yukine.

They smiled at the words Yukine said. Misaki noticed them. The smile on his lips.

“Yosh, it's decided. The eight of us are going to the god's headquarters tomorrow!” misaki.

The next day, it snowed heavily, not letting Misaki and the others just leave. Along with strong winds, the storm in Tokyo never subsided.

“How is this? The salary is getting thicker,” said Natsumi.

Misaki sighed. His legs were raised to the table while resting his back on a green bench in their base, his own home.

“Not to worry. Wouldn't something like this turn off our resolve against that strange god?” ask Misaki cheering up.

Hiroshi approached Misaki, sitting next to him. His right hand was placed on Misaki's eel. While Misaki was speechless with a look of bewildered face. His hand grabbed Hiroshi's hand and threw it away. His face was blushing like boiled shrimp.

“A-what are you doing, Hiro?” ask Misaki.

“Are you sick? We have great power, but we cannot resist the forces of nature. God's headquarters, isn't it on a Himalayan hill?”

Misaki held her sitting position. His legs were lowered, he stood up. His eyes were all over the eyes of his friends.

“So that means we can't leave this winter? So?” misaki said in wonder.

Yato stood up, looking at his sister's face. It was clearly a sense of disappointment emitted from Misaki's eyes. He reached for Misaki's shoulder, patting her gently.

“My sister, we can still do it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Look, the storm is getting stronger,” said Yato pointed to the window glass.

Misaki slammed Yato's hand off her shoulder. “If you guys are scared, I can go alone!”

A few seconds passed, as well as Misaki's increasingly disappearing footsteps. The sound of the door slamming sounded very loud. The atmosphere was getting gripping after Misaki's voice was swallowed by the storm.

“I'll catch up with him!” Hiroshi shouted out loud.

“Woy, Hiro! Your power time pause, you won't be able to bring Misaki back. Let me,” said Yuuji volunteered.

Silent. The sound of a gust of storm from the cracks of the window slapped Yukine's face gently, successfully making her cold goosebumps. He had no time to think about the coldness he received, Misaki, all he thought about was Misaki.

“Let me alone go,” Yukine break the silence.

“What the fuck are you, little boy!”

“Hiro, we're the same age, you know. Anyway I have show power, remember? I could easily find Misaki in the thick of the blizzard,” Yukine assured her colleagues.

They looked at each other, then nodded. The whole team agreed, except for Hiroshi. He bowed down worried about Misaki's state. But he realized there was nothing he could do at the moment.