"I counted the days while you were gone, but I guess I'll keep counting them."
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A heavy breath escaped from the lips of the dark-haired man. His eyes stared upward into the starry sky, plagued with grey clouds that promised rain. His hands raised to his face shakily, his nose inhaling the scent of death in the air once more.
"Banjou-san."
The sound of Ichimi's voice broke him of his reverie, and he turned to see the three masked ghouls looking in his direction. His eyes displayed the pain he felt in his chest, deep and twisting like thorns around a rose.
"We will find him," Jiro said quietly, slivers of hope in her voice.
"He is alright, Banjou-san," Sante agreed, resting a hand on the large man's shoulder. His shoulders shook slightly before he smiled at them, slightly forced.
"You're right," he agreed, staring into the sky. He inhaled once more, ignoring the stench of death and pain and the fact of how he could sense Kaneki's scent mingled in the two. "We will find Ken."
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But even he knew, deep down, that sometimes hope was blind.
This was my first time writing Baneki so I apologize for its shortness! Sudden inspiration overtook me and I wanted to write it, though! Sentence block by writeworld.