Last Supper
The alarms were ringing. All in turmoil.
Inside the cell peace, For she did not hear the noise. Staring at the box, Yet she could not feel remorse.
Takatsuki Sen, her human identity existed for roughly 13 years. That was exactly the length of her relationship with Shiono Shunji. She was the star author, he was the editorm supporting her, a backbone if you may. A mutual benefit between the two. Money on one side and influence on the other.
- Thank you, Shiono-kun. - was all she could say.
She shoved the meal into her mouth. That trash said it was paté seasoned with liver. She had to hand it to him that his “cooking skills” were certainly not lacking. Not that she would ever openly ever tell this to anyone. It was delicious.
- Thank you for the meal! - were not the words she wanted to say. They were merely all she could muster. Eating her editor’s remains helped her regain her strength.
Sadly, strength was not courage, what she needed the most. Yoshimura Eto was a coward. No matter how hard she tried she could not do it.
To cry here is to loose. To feel sorry this far is to betray.
Up until now plots were her forté. That’s why she made a killing with her books. She was that good after all. However her role was over. The last wish was received even if reluctantly. The truth was out for all to see.
The people she met on the way were just pieces on the board, but she was unable to move them anymore. There was only one piece that needed to move itself, one piece that she could not discard for some time now. After all Kaneki Ken and her were totally the same. She grew fond of him. Unable to love, unable to feel love. In a way a perfect match. The boy had potential, but he did not see his own value so it limited his power at the moment. In a sense he was dense and because of this he could only move forward at a slow pace.
One step and only one.
It was time. She wiped her mouth and stood up. Now she could hear everything. Pure chaos just as she liked. She did not believe in fate for she chose to act. It was her pride as an author to partake in the finale she created. She would hinder her enemies with a smile on her face.
Screams, blood, tears and despair.
In the end she wanted to see the King’s March.
