Kurogane Kuroha's Worst Enemy

Kurogane Kuroha's Worst Enemy

A Chapter by ❀Subaru_Nyaa!❀

Unknown New World:Ice Heaven:Chapter 9:Kuroha's Worst Enemy
When Kuroha left Io and went to his own problem,the gate carried him to a classroom that was bathed in orange by the sunset like how it was in the park where Kuroha left Io.


Kuroha immediately saw a girl with a really long straight jet black hair and Blood red eyes.The girl was wearing a normal black blazer uniform with a blood red scarf wraped around her neck,when the girl noticed Kuroha,she gave him a sunshine like warm and nice smile,
"It's been  a while,Kuroha" The girl greeted Kuroha,
"I wonder how long it was" Kuroha,in a speed of sound moved toward the girl and pointed a gun at her head,
"I came here to kill you,not to talk and have fun" Kuroha pulled the trigger but the bullet did not hit the girl.Instead,she disappeared.

"Did you visit Yuiko-san in Mother's Day?" The girl appeared behind Kuroha with her smile still on her face,
"I wanted to see her again~She was nice to me,she is the Ideal mother" The girl added.Kuroha stopped the time and grabbed  the girl by the neck,
"This farce ends here,Izumi" Kuroha crushed Izumi's neck really hard that Kuroha's fingers started to dig in Izumi's neck.Blood started flowing out from Izumi's neck and after a while,Izumi stopped breathing.

Kuroha dropped Izumi's body on the floor and pointed the gun at Izumi then he pulled the trigger shoting Izumi as many bullets as possible.Kuroha stopped shooting,
"So this is still not enough....haa...." Kuroha sighed while grabbing Izumi's body and he ran as fast as he can to the gate.....

To be Continued in Chapter 10:Lost Time vs Clockworks



© 2014 ❀Subaru_Nyaa!❀


My Review

Would you like to review this Chapter?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

152 Views
Added on July 4, 2014
Last Updated on July 4, 2014


Author

❀Subaru_Nyaa!❀
❀Subaru_Nyaa!❀

神奈川のどこかにいるのデース~~~!!!, ™ーム業界



Writing