[tiger and bunny] LITERATURE
I just. Oh, god. What is this.
Karina could feel the heavy shelves wobble and tilt precariously. Before she could even think of escaping out from underneath, she heard the sound of sudden footsteps and the slap of wood against flesh. She looked up, surprised. A young man in a dark brown leather jacket smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her head as it held back the skewed bookcase.
“Pardon me,” Kotetsu murmured with a slight smile, and with a movement as smooth as a dancer’s, he turned and tipped the heavy bookshelves back into their proper position.
Her heart hammering, Karina scrambled to stand up. She was so shaken she nearly tottered back off her feet, but the stranger reached out to steady her, his touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.
“Are you all right?”
Like his clothing, his voice was soft and rich. The light fell gently on him almost like an aura-very appropriate for a guardian angel, Karina thought as she pushed away some messy strands of blonde hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said after a few speechless moments, one hand patting her heart to calm herself. “Those shelves could’ve killed me.”
“You should be more careful,” he chastised lightly. “This is an old building that’s falling apart. I advise greater caution.”
“I know. I usually am-careful, I mean-but I was so happy to find this book…” Karina hugged the red leather to herself, flushing under his piercing brown gaze. Why am I babbling like this? “I didn’t even know you were there. Lucky for me you were, huh? You always keep an eye out for klutzy bookworms?”
“Only when there is need, I assure you.” He smiled, teeth reflecting brightly and his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Karina. “But you do yourself an injustice. There is nothing wrong with loving books, and you are certainly no klutz.”
The word sounded wrong coming from his lips. He had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren’t his first language, although Karina couldn’t identify any accent. She grinned at his gallantry but had to blurt, “That’s ‘cause you don’t know me.”
He just smiled again and she was lost in his stare. And for a second she had an odd certainty that he’d argue, But I do know you...
Kotetsu had been staring out into the stars for a while when a familiar low voice interrupted his thoughts. “Friend, you’ve got to get over this girl.”
He whipped his head around and saw Barnaby climbing up with practiced ease onto the roof to join him. The other vampire continued, “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so taken with anyone. Especially a mortal!” Barnaby spat out the word with disgust. “They are ours for feeding. You treat this one as if she were your pet.”
“No. Karina is not a pet. I think I am in love with her.”
“Oh, I see. Forgive me if I have a hard time understanding that one, Kotetsu." Barnaby bared his teeth in a wicked smile. “I must say, your strength in her presence is admirable. I’m certain that I could not contain my desire to taste of her sweetness.”
Kotetsu shot his friend a glare that could have punctured like a dagger. “You shall not touch her!”
“Calm down. I wouldn’t dare face your wrath. But don’t you see the pointlessness of all this?”
“I’ll tell her, truly I shall. Soon.” Kotetsu stared up at the unforgiving night sky. “She is a modern woman. Perhaps she might understand?”
Barnaby chuckled softly. “Perhaps.”
Kotetsu shook his head, wincing. He did not want to tell her. He wanted to hang on to the fantasy for just a few days more, pretend to be a mortal man. Even if he could never experience the daylight as reflected in her brown eyes or see the sun dance on her blonde hair.
“What are you afraid of, Kotetsu? That she won’t understand, that she’ll turn and run?” Barnaby narrowed his eyes. “Or is it that you think she might accept you for what you are? Afraid of a happy ending? The great and powerful vampire, trembling over a mortal teenage girl. Amazing! Count Dracula is rolling in his grave!”
Kotetsu had to laugh. It was ridiculous. But still he ached. He could not tell her. Not yet.
Even though it's supposed to be Kotetsu/Karina, I still see Kotetsu/Barnaby. GOOD JOB, GENERATOR.
You can input anyone's name into the free previews, and it will spit out gloriously bad writing. Why are there only three books? There should be thirty. I should write the other twenty seven. How hard could it be to create one of these things using Javascript?
Karina could feel the heavy shelves wobble and tilt precariously. Before she could even think of escaping out from underneath, she heard the sound of sudden footsteps and the slap of wood against flesh. She looked up, surprised. A young man in a dark brown leather jacket smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her head as it held back the skewed bookcase.
“Pardon me,” Kotetsu murmured with a slight smile, and with a movement as smooth as a dancer’s, he turned and tipped the heavy bookshelves back into their proper position.
Her heart hammering, Karina scrambled to stand up. She was so shaken she nearly tottered back off her feet, but the stranger reached out to steady her, his touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.
“Are you all right?”
Like his clothing, his voice was soft and rich. The light fell gently on him almost like an aura-very appropriate for a guardian angel, Karina thought as she pushed away some messy strands of blonde hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said after a few speechless moments, one hand patting her heart to calm herself. “Those shelves could’ve killed me.”
“You should be more careful,” he chastised lightly. “This is an old building that’s falling apart. I advise greater caution.”
“I know. I usually am-careful, I mean-but I was so happy to find this book…” Karina hugged the red leather to herself, flushing under his piercing brown gaze. Why am I babbling like this? “I didn’t even know you were there. Lucky for me you were, huh? You always keep an eye out for klutzy bookworms?”
“Only when there is need, I assure you.” He smiled, teeth reflecting brightly and his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Karina. “But you do yourself an injustice. There is nothing wrong with loving books, and you are certainly no klutz.”
The word sounded wrong coming from his lips. He had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren’t his first language, although Karina couldn’t identify any accent. She grinned at his gallantry but had to blurt, “That’s ‘cause you don’t know me.”
He just smiled again and she was lost in his stare. And for a second she had an odd certainty that he’d argue, But I do know you...
Kotetsu had been staring out into the stars for a while when a familiar low voice interrupted his thoughts. “Friend, you’ve got to get over this girl.”
He whipped his head around and saw Barnaby climbing up with practiced ease onto the roof to join him. The other vampire continued, “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so taken with anyone. Especially a mortal!” Barnaby spat out the word with disgust. “They are ours for feeding. You treat this one as if she were your pet.”
“No. Karina is not a pet. I think I am in love with her.”
“Oh, I see. Forgive me if I have a hard time understanding that one, Kotetsu." Barnaby bared his teeth in a wicked smile. “I must say, your strength in her presence is admirable. I’m certain that I could not contain my desire to taste of her sweetness.”
Kotetsu shot his friend a glare that could have punctured like a dagger. “You shall not touch her!”
“Calm down. I wouldn’t dare face your wrath. But don’t you see the pointlessness of all this?”
“I’ll tell her, truly I shall. Soon.” Kotetsu stared up at the unforgiving night sky. “She is a modern woman. Perhaps she might understand?”
Barnaby chuckled softly. “Perhaps.”
Kotetsu shook his head, wincing. He did not want to tell her. He wanted to hang on to the fantasy for just a few days more, pretend to be a mortal man. Even if he could never experience the daylight as reflected in her brown eyes or see the sun dance on her blonde hair.
“What are you afraid of, Kotetsu? That she won’t understand, that she’ll turn and run?” Barnaby narrowed his eyes. “Or is it that you think she might accept you for what you are? Afraid of a happy ending? The great and powerful vampire, trembling over a mortal teenage girl. Amazing! Count Dracula is rolling in his grave!”
Kotetsu had to laugh. It was ridiculous. But still he ached. He could not tell her. Not yet.
Even though it's supposed to be Kotetsu/Karina, I still see Kotetsu/Barnaby. GOOD JOB, GENERATOR.
You can input anyone's name into the free previews, and it will spit out gloriously bad writing. Why are there only three books? There should be thirty. I should write the other twenty seven. How hard could it be to create one of these things using Javascript?