I was trying to write another chapter for my Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler fanfiction but, after finishing this anime, I was dying and couldn't stop thinking about it so... BEHOLD! (For the love of god, I don't ever cry but this anime killed my freaking feels. It was so awesome with its fight scenes and characters! I wanted to kill some of the jerks.)

Just like every single freaking fanfiction I've done, there's an OC in this one too.
She was supposed to be for a Young Justice fanfic (HINT HINT) but I couldn't think of a better character for this. Except I changed her name and stuff so BLAH.

As usual, I only own my own character and the plot of this fanfiction. Everything else belongs to their original owners.

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-ShockScythe

It was absurd; A job... Without Enju?! It may have just been me but Kisara-san had been acting a little...unreasonable lately (Hell, I wonder why). Though, from a different perspective, it was for the best; I was going after some form of rogue Infected that still hadn't transformed yet. Something like this was extremely rare. In fact, it hasn't happened in 7 years. Regarding Enju, there was no telling what the Infected would do and there's no way to be certain it wouldn't hurt her. Of course, it could probably hurt me but, being the way that I am, I probably stand more of a chance. Still, it's strange knowing I'll be on my own without my Initiator. But Enju doesn't know what I'll be doing; if she did, she'd kill someone in order to go with me. That's how "persuasive" she is. All she knows is that Tina will be hanging out with her playing Tenchu Girls while I'm away "helping Sensei with a top secret project". I was glad Enju would be out of harm's way but also nervous about going out alone.

Checking my phone for the fifth time, I made sure I was in the area the Infected had last appeared in. As I was about to return it to my pocket, it buzzed. Sighing, I checked the screen and was surprised to see it was Enju. I quickly answered, "Hi, Enju."
"Rentaro!" she shouted loudly in my ear, forcing me to remove my phone from beside my head, "It's been three days! Where are you?!"
"Three days?" I asked, "Has it really been that long?"
"Yes! What is it that that wacky doctor is making you do?!"
I continued on walking, smiling lightly, "Ah, don't worry about it. I should be home later today or before you wake up tomorrow morning." There was silence on the other end for a moment, "Promise?" I stopped, looking down at the ground, my smile growing, "I promise." My eyes widened when I noticed footprints painted with an off-colored blood. "Good! You better hurry home, Rentaro!" Even after this long, the tracks were still human. How has this human survived being infected by a Gastrea? It's been four days since they first became infected. "Rentaro? Are you alright?" Enju asked, snapping my mind back to the present. I started walking again at a much faster pace, "I'm fine," I responded, "Listen, Enju, I really have to go now. I'll try to finish quickly."
"Rentaro?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you're alright?"
I nodded, even though I knew she couldn't see me, "I am. No need to worry about me." A sudden, deafening roar shook the ground and hit me like a wave, "Ack!" I yelped, covering my ears as I was knocked off balance by the sound alone. "Rentaro!" Enju cried, "What's happening!? Are you okay?!" Swearing under my breath, I jogged in the direction the roar came from, "I'm okay," I assured her, "That was just...my stomach."
"Ah! Really!? Have you eaten lately?"
"Not recently," I admitted, chuckling as she began ranting; "Rentaro, you idiot! You should be eating if you're doing stuff all the time! I don't want you to collapse before you get here! Now I'm worrying! Look at what you've done now, idiot! You've g-"
"Enju," I said, cutting her off, "I'll eat as soon as I can if that'll make you happy. Now, I really have to go."
"Argh, fine. Hurry!"
"Yes, yes. Bye."
Then I hung up, quickly becoming serious as I quickened my pace to a run, returning my phone to my pocket and pulling out my gun. In this area, there were only destroyed buildings. It's part of what suffered the third battle against the Gastrea. Squinting as I looked ahead, I saw a person standing by a broken wall, their skin a sickly pale. Skidding to a stop, I dove behind the remains of an office building. While I tried catching my breath again, I made sure my gun was loaded. Just in case this was the Infected I was after. Suddenly, a calm voice spoke; "I know you're there. Why don't you try stepping out of your hiding spot?"

Sometimes, it's best to just go with the flow. So, I stood up and walked around the remains I had used as cover, my gun safely out of sight as I approached the person. They turned to greet me and I froze in my tracks, staring at their strangely calm and smiling face. It was a man in his mid-twenties with dull, amber eyes and long, scruffy, gray hair that reached past his shoulders. On his head were gray wolf ears that matched his unkempt hair and appearance. His clothes were wrinkled, mud, and blood splattered from his blue, long sleeved sweater, to his black, previously polished business shoes with a slight heel. And it wasn't just his ears that got to me; it was his long, filed nails and fangs. As for the infected wound, he had a gash on his neck and on his stomach. I couldn't help but flinch at the sight. And he noticed; "It's sad, isn't it? I should've died instantly but I managed to survive this long. It hurts, it stings, but somehow, it can exist with me."
"You're...an Infected," I told him. He smiled more, "Oh, I know. But I'm glad someone else knows." I gaped at him, "That's not a good thing..! You'll become a Gastrea!"
"Will I? Or will I just become stronger?"
"Huh?!"
The Infected man approached me, his steps wobbly yet certain, "I'm like a Cursed Child now," he told me, chuckling as he added; "Except with a wolfish appearance."
"Like?" I questioned, "How can you be 'like' a Cursed Child?"
"Strength, regeneration, powers like those of the little girls."
"You're not regenerating now," I said, gesturing towards his infected wounds. He nodded, wincing as he rubbed the wound on his neck, "Permanent reminders of how I became stronger. Surely you must understand. Don't you have wounds that remind you of when you were weak?" I gripped my right arm tightly, "I do..." I admitted hesitantly, "But not ones that would cause me to turn into a monster." The man smiled, "You're a Civil Officer, right?" I raised an eyebrow, "Yeah.." Well, he changed the topic rather quickly. "What's your name?"
"Satomi Rentaro."
His eyes widened and seemed to sparkle ever so slightly, "Satomi-kun?! I've heard so much about you!"
"Huh? Really..?"
He nodded and bowed slightly, "I am Saito Hitori, nice to meet yo-" Then he started coughing up blood, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he dropped to his knees, his body shaking violently. "Saito-san?" I asked, "Are you alright?" Saito-san's coughing fit ceased and he got to his feet as if nothing happened, "Quite alright, Satomi-kun. Except..." I barely had any time to dodge his attack, his claws just barely missing my head. "What is your problem?!" I demanded. Then I saw it; his amber eyes were red. Saito-san was like a Gastrea with his now aggressive behavior and desire to kill humans. Kicking him in the side, I jumped away, pulling out my gun.