a night like any other before it. school then study then work and then study. the monotonous and same thing that went down every night. it came with her long and awaited freedoms but at this point, what was there to do? any social life was crushed and snuffed out as her life revolved around her work. to maintain the long term show for her parents took every single ounce of her attention. businesses weren’t always so open, especially with ghouls hanging around– clients don’t take the chance of being out too late, and ghouls didn’t exactly eat a hot bowl of ramen either. but the night was all she had to herself, and once she ate there was probably a bar near by– her only pass time was in those bars. drinking it all down with a couple pints till her whole body felt warm and numb. she’d take her leave to the station and head back to her little home but one of her own choosing. one that was her own place to hide– along side pochi of course. and she already knew that cat would be hogging the bed by now.
there was a stumble in her step as she left the comfort of the bar and into the streets. it wasn’t even a far distance, she’d done it so many times over. two rights, a left, and then another right through to the main street. nothing unique for her visits to this bar. yet, in her stupor– her exit from the more narrow back roads seemed to never come. entering a labyrinth of streets that seemed to lead her to nowhere. some were vaguely lit, illuminated by back entrances to homes and businesses, others almost looked as though she’d peer deep into the dark abyss– those were a no go for sure. they’d lead her nowhere and push deeper into more murky waters. yet at a three way, there was only one that remained vaguely lit enough to pass– it looks like that was the only choice. using the wall, she steadied her gait enough to push forward to a dead end…. already hosting two occupants, and now, her as well.
a hand gripped at the throat, pressed to the same walls she had used to keep up right– the gargled sputtering of blood as he struggled to breath. a body torn and punctured to let the blood pool beneath him. her eyes trailed up the hand that held him in place– and all she needed was the face covering to tell her everything she needed. it was a ghoul. but her gaze now turned to the weapon in his back, her breath hitched at the dawning of realization just what she was looking at– diagrams were one thing, but the real deal was something indescribable. yet it wasn’t even a second after her gaze shifted that the gargled gasps ceased and a dull thud echo’d in her ears. he was dead. and now? it was just the two of them. and whoever it was was already ontop of her, pushing her to the same wall. her voice failed to even register the light thud of hitting the wall or at the suddenness of him getting near her.
she wasn’t afraid. there was no point in even fighting it. what is a drunk, sheltered human woman going to do? she could barely move without getting dizzy. she simply braced herself for what would be her impedingly painful death– he’d do it eventually… right?
as seconds past, it felt like hours– yet nothing happened. finally, she peeked open one eye, before the other to fully look at him. he was, smelling her? almost a little too much. was it the booze? sure she was drunk but did it really smell that bad? her nose scrunched up as he just, aggressively inhaled, dry heaving, and sniffing.
‘ what the fuck are you doing ? ‘
Before she had found her way here, Airesu was occupied with dealing with the two ghouls in front of him. They were weaker than him, this he knew, but he didn’t want to cause an even bigger scene in attempts fo fight a ghoul who matched his strength. If he had known that having a kakuja would make him form a hunger for ghouls, he doesn’t think he would’ve done whatever he could to obtain it. But he had to, he needed to protect his family, it was left up to him ever since the accident. He remembers it clear as day, he was walking Kagami home after she was over for the evening, his father had gone out to hunt for them an hour before Kagami needed to start heading home. He doesn’t like thinking about that night, when he returned home dragging his father’s weakened body with him. Jiggy had fought with him, demanding he go back and kill the human girl so she wouldn’t say anything. He knew she wouldn’t say a damn thing, and she proved his thought to be true when not a single Dove came knocking on his door.
With haste he had killed the first ghoul, and then jumped onto the next, ripping their throat out as if he were wild dog desperate for a meal. There was no denying he was hungry, and he always will be. If he wanted to stay sane, he had to eat his kind, if he wanted to protect his family, he had to eat his kind, if he wanted to survive in this world, he had to eat his own fucking kind. It was a road that wasn’t traveled by his family members, but someone had to step up to the plate and do it. Aoimoku was what they called him, the blue eyed ghoul. It was the only thing most people couldn’t forget when they saw him, vibrant hues was what drew them in, and then he snapped. The coppery taste fills his mouth, nothing could replicate the euphoria it brought him.
He catches wiff of her, a familiar scent, one he thought he had forgotten, then he hears her footsteps, head whips around and there she stands. Instinct takes over, and he’s on top of her, his hands pinning her down by her wrists. With his mask covering his face, he’s inches away from her’s. He inhales sharply, then keeps sniffing her, moving from her hair, to her neck, to her chest, to her arms. Even after all this time she still has the same scent. Then she speaks. Words echo through his head.
What the fuck are you doing? The statement earns her a chuckle from him. Her words are refreshing to him. A trip down memory lane that didn’t make him want to vomit.
❝ You still wear the same perfume you wore back in our school days. ❞
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