Author's Note: Yes my loyal fans, I have returned. I have been away due to school, and I am in graduate school now, plus I have been doing some Youtube videos which have gotten somewhat popular. But now, out of sheer boredom, I have returned with new ideas, better skills, and hopefully not as much sex as before. Let's face it, I went WAY overboard with the sex thing, so I'll have to cut down on that and focus more on the story itself. Although some sexual activities will be involved, such as in this particular story, not all my stories will have sex as the focus point. So sit back enjoy the show. This will be a short intro chapter to introduce a new character of mine.
-Tomahawk 3.0
It was the worst winter storm in years for the city of Tokyo. In the park where the Mew Café ran and operated, a young girl named Berry rushed in for work.
"Sorry I'm late. Boy, that weather is terrible!" Berry exclaimed.
It would have been just another winter storm in the history books except for one detail: It was the middle of September. How was it snowing in September?
"You're late," said Ryou, reading his newspaper, leaning against the wall.
"I said I was sorry," Berry replied annoyed.
"He doesn't mean it. He's just grumpy because this weather is slowly down business," Keiichiro walked up and replied, smiling as always.
"And I thought this place was a front? Then again, how many times have I believed that?" Berry said.
"Besides that, this weather is not naturally occurring," Ryou spoke up again.
"What do you mean? Berry asked.
"Keiichiro and I have been monitoring this strange weather pattern, and whatever's been causing it is coming from within the city, not in the lower atmosphere," Ryou replied.
"And so according to our findings, this weather is artificially manipulated," Keiichiro added.
"Do you think it's a chimera anima?" Berry asked.
"We checked, but nothing as registered as a chimera anima yet," Ryou replied, flipping to the next page of his newspaper.
"Could it be dangerous to the mews?" Lettuce walked up from behind them from the main dining area, a look of worry upon her face.
Keiichiro turned and said, "We don't know yet, but it's likely it'll show its true colors soon enough."
Within the city center, down a darken alley, an unlucky biker gang had met with an icy fate. They were now frozen as ice statues with looks of terror on their faces. At the very end of the alley stood a tall man in gold armor, his red cape blowing in the raging winter wind. He carried two 6ft long curved swords which dropped snowflakes from the blades. The sheaths and sword handles were made from a set of mammoth ivory, the whole tusks used. The tusks/sheaths were hand carved carefully yet skillfully with each carving a story to tell. His helmet was in the shape of the head of a wooly mammoth with its trunk curled back to touch its forehead, the mouth gaped open with the detail of the fur carved into the gold itself.
Once this man put his swords away, the winter storm stopped. The wind calmed until it was no longer felt. The clouds shifted and parted to let the sun shine down on Tokyo again. Birds even came out again to sing their songs. Perhaps Keiichiro was right: whoever or whatever this man was, he might likely be trouble to the mews.