This story is such a slow burner. I'm not lying, it will take like five chapters before we can even get to the funny parts. But if we're lucky, we'll have Kaneki in the third chapter. It will be great if I can make it. Also our favorite ghoul got its first apparition in this chapter, isn't it great?
What else can I say? I'm still not sure about Mpreg. There will be mentions of it but I don't think that there will actually be one. But I can always change my mind. Wouldn't be the first time.
That being said, please enjoy this new chapter.
Harry leaned against the humid wall and loudly panted while he absentmindedly rubbed his forehead. The blabbering and drooling men at his feet didn't even react as the wizard fell on his knees and they continued doing whatever someone with the brain of a three years old (Harry wasn't an Obliviator and the result of his Obliviatus were pretty obviously bad) did.
The aching pain in his stomach had finally receded, as did the one in his shoulder blades. However, the blazing inferno in his bottom hadn't lessened at all. In fact, it had even increased.
Harry weakly shook his head and gasped while he tried to regain a normal breathing. But it was impossible as the fire born in his southern regions was slowly infecting the rest of his body. The fading pain in his stomach progressively morphed into a blazing inferno and the wizard had to bite on his lips to muffle his screams.
Harry was so caught in his pain induced daze that he didn't even notice the steps nearing him. It was only when something grazed his face that the dark haired man realized that someone was standing in the middle of the bunch of Obliviated Muggles.
"That was quite impressive," Freaky Eyes's voice droned in the dark alley.
The light haired boy was standing, his hands hidden in the pockets of his black jacket and his head tilted while a faint smirk adorned his dry lips. The Muggles were still out of it and didn't even notice the teen, blubbering and spluttering all over the dirty ground.
Harry ignored the Muggles and tried to glare at the other boy. Key word being tried as the heat seeping through his whole body increased and he hissed through his gritted teeth. The throbbing pain was slowly taking its hold on his head too and the wizard tightened his fingers around his wand.
Being as injured as he was, the moment he let go of his wand, he was dead.
"You didn't even use your kagune," Freaky Eyes commented with a pensive voice.
Harry pursed his lips, stopping himself from asking the other man what a kagune was. But his eyes seemed to convey his curiosity because Freaky Eyes smiled, his white teeth briefly flashing before being concealed once again behind those dry and pierced lips, and cocked his head with his eyes closed.
"You don't look that old too," the boy cheerfully added just as Harry scowled at his words. "But it's still strange for you to be out in your situation. Are you that strong? Strong enough to not even need to use your kagune?"
The wizard didn't answer the boy, his green eyes watching without blinking the pale face and strange eyes. Freaky Eyes had a smooth skin, he seemed young. Maybe even younger than him. Was he in his teens? It wouldn't surprise him if he was.
Harry took a small breath and nervously licked his lips. The heat in his veins was still rushing through his body but he tried to push aside the disagreeable feeling. He needed to know more about where he was and why the boy seemed to know so much about his situation.
"What's a kagune," Harry finally receded and asked the teen.
Freaky Eyes opened his eyes and slightly smirked at him.
"Oh," he simply breathed.
His breath fanned the wizard's face and Harry scrunched his nose when an unfamiliar smell brushed his senses. He didn't know what it was but it made his mouth water and the dark haired man had to grit his teeth to hide the drool that was slowly pooling in his mouth. Freaky Eyes noticed it and his smirk widened. He slowly raised a hand, his fingers hovering over Harry's face and the latter narrowed his eyes, a low growl coming from his throat.
"Could it be that you're amnesiac?" Freaky Eyes mused in a hushed voice.
The rain falling all over them and the Obliviated Muggles had slowly morphed into a light drizzle and Harry had to scrunch his face to actually see the boy's face. His red eyes were slightly glowing in the dark alley and the wizard gulped at that sight.
"I'm pretty sure that I'm not," he hissed through his gritted teeth.
Freaky Eyes' smile widened and this time his white teeth ominously peeked through his parted open lips.
"Then that makes it even more interesting," he hummed.
Harry narrowed his eyes and lightly huffed while he puffed his cheeks. He couldn't believe that boy. How could a teenager react so weirdly no matter what happened around him?
"What's your name?" Freaky Eyes added while he owlishly widened his eyes.
"What's yours?" Harry fired back with an almost snarl.
Well it was more of a whimper than a snarl but given how bad his body was in pain, Harry thought that it was a pretty good snarl for him.
"You don't know me?" the boy retorted in a surprised voice.
Harry rolled his eyes in an aggravated fashion and let out a heavy breath.
"Yes," he exasperatedly hissed at the teen. "I don't know you and this must be the first time that we've met. So what is your name?"
"Uta," Freaky Eyes deadpanned. He swiftly glanced at the Muggles (that still were out of service. Harry actually felt a little bad about it because he was pretty sure that they wouldn't get back to their senses any time soon) and tilted his head once again, his hand still hovering above Harry's cheek before it migrated until his fingers were touching his dark hair.
The wizard closed his eyes, his senses overloaded by the sudden increase of heat while he felt as if his whole scalp was being swarmed by invisible ants. Actually that feeling wasn't that bad but Harry frowned and swatted Freaky Eyes' - no, it was Uta. That boy's name was Uta - hand aside and growled once again.
"Harry," he growled in a low voice.
Uta's nostrils faintly quivered and he swiftly stood from his kneeling position until he was standing away from the frowning wizard.
"Your smell is getting stronger," Uta told him with a small shrug. "You'll be ripe soon too."
"R-ripe?" Harry almost choked on his spit while he repeated the last word. "What do you mean?"
Uta raised his (nonexistent) eyebrows and cocked his head, his (freaky) eyes owlishly blinking at him.
"Aren't you too old to be in your first heat?" the teenager asked him before he jumped and began to climb the damp alley wall with his bare hands.
Harry stayed put, leaning against the opposite wall and watched the teen with freaky eyes disappear in the roof. The Muggles were still surrounding him and he had to kick one of the men away from slobbering all over his bare feet.
The wizard blinked.
"My first WHAT?!"
Five days later, Harry finally felt his body get back to his normal state. And as such, he finally vanished the Notice-Me-Not spell that he had warded in the whole alley. He grimly felt the dirt caked hospital blouse stuck to his body and shuddered in disgust when the translucent liquid (that he absolutely refused to call lubricant) that had dried all over his legs make a squelching sound whenever he took a small step.
The wizard took a deep breath in the dirty alley, trying to ignore the flies that were surrounding the still bodies left in the alley.
Strange as it may sound, in the whole five days, he hadn't felt hunger nor thirst. The only thing that he had felt had been that blazing inferno scorching his whole body through his veins. But now that it had finally passed, Harry could think with a clear mind. And what little conclusion he had came to didn't please him at all.
The wizard took another step and scowled when he felt another trickle of translucent liquid fall down his legs. He clenched his fingers around his wand and gritted his teeth.
That wouldn't do it, he wasn't even wearing proper clothing and walking like that in a muggle street would obviously attract some unwanted attention.
He needed a plan. And a shower. And something to eat if his stomach rumbling wasn't obvious enough.
Therefore, Harry decided to do the first thing that came through his mind.
He apparated back in the hospital bedroom.
The apparition didn't come easily. His magical core was still high strung in his chest (but less than when he had woke up in the hospital) and he felt as if the metaphorical tunnel squished him more than normal. When the apparition ended, Harry was doubled over in pain, loudly panting while he protected his midsection with his hands. He fell on his knees and almost retched all over the linoleum. Except that he didn't have anything to vomit so he settled on dry heaving while praying that the nurses wouldn't notice him.
They noticed him.
Suddenly he was swarmed by gentle and yet firm hands that pushed him on a bed, his blouse was quickly casted away and Harry tried to wriggle away when he faintly discerned what was probably a syringe.
"Please, sir, stay still," one of the nurses grunted while she tried to stop him from flailing and falling from the bed.
Harry gulped nervously some air and tried to scream or screech. While he knew that he wasn't in danger and that they were trying to help him, he couldn't stop him from panicking and he was on the verge of attacking them. His heart was madly beating and he felt as if he was about to faint.
The syringe approached one of his constricted arms and Harry screamed. The scream that came out of his mouth surprised him, it was a piercing and scared yowl and it actually made him stop screaming.
"Mr. Potter!" Harry faintly heard some voice call him and he shook his head, trying to stop himself from lashing out at the nurses.
"Exit this room, now!" the voice that had been calling him curtly said and the offending hands stopped pushing the wizard on the bed.
Harry gasped as he finally felt free. He swiftly sat on the bed, his shivering legs bent against his chest while he leaned his chin on his knees.
"I'm really happy to see you again, Mr. Potter," a man wearing a doctor coat told him in English before he suddenly turned and began to rummage through his pockets. "And this is yours, I think..."
Harry blinked, trying to discern what the man was holding to him and he stretched a hand to take it. When his fingers touched the familiar shape of his round glasses, his eyes widened in surprise and he swiftly put the lenses on his nose, blinking while his sight finally became clear.
"So this is what you look like, doctor," Harry said in a perfect Japanese.
Doctor Kanou briefly blinked, pitifully hiding his surprise and he smiled at the English man.
"I'm sorry about the delay. Your glasses were still being analyzed by the CCG agents, it seems that they had something really peculiar over their lenses..."
Harry slightly widened his eyes, remembering the plethora of charms casted over his glasses and almost flinched when he imagined Hermione's reaction if she were to find out about Muggles analyzing his glasses.
"Nothing bad, I hope," he weakly commented.
Kanou raised an eyebrow, almost as if he was daring him to keep the farce before the doctor straightened his back and took something else from his pocket. It was a small test tube, similar to the one used for potions and trinkets. And it was full of an unknown translucent liquid.
"Mr. Potter," the doctor sighed as he took a seat on an uncomfortable looking chair. "We have a lot to talk about..."
Harry narrowed his eyes and waited for the Japanese to proceed talking.
"Why do you have ghoul characteristics when you are human?" Kanou asked him with a stern looking face.
The wizard clenched his hand around his hidden wand and took a deep breath.
"I'll answer you without lying if you tell me a sole thing."
"And what will it be?" the doctor quietly retorted with his eyes narrowed.
"Did you call the number that I gave you?"
Kanou frowned and scratched his neck.
"I tried to," he admitted before he tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. "But the number wasn't attributed to someone."
"Eh?" Harry blinked.
"The number doesn't exist, Mr. Potter," Kanou explained with great patience. "Now, your answer, please."
"I don't know," the wizard retorted with a careless shrug. "Before I ended here, I was totally normal."
Okay, that last part had totally been a lie. Harry J. Potter was anything but normal.
But well, what that muggle doctor didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Two hours later, Harry got out of the hospital, wearing some of the doctor Kanou's working clothes. The man had been quite interested when Harry had admitted that he didn't even have clothes or money and had even invited to stay in his home. But the wizard hadn't liked at all the interested gleam in the scientific's eyes and had refused all of the propositions, only accepting some clothes because he didn't even have the hospital blouse. He still was barefooted and the doctor's white coat didn't really help against the rain and wind but at least he wasn't butt naked.
Harry walked in the streets, his eyes noticing the Japanese writing (what were they called? Kaiju?) and his axilla briefly tingled while his brain began to translate the writing into English. It was just as Harry was observing with curiosity the display case of a distributor vending umbrellas and shoes in a public station (the wizard was simply amazed at the Japanese's foresight) and he clicked his tongue that he realized that he didn't have the money to buy what he wanted.
He looked at his coat pockets, sighing when he saw that there wasn't money in it (not that he even knew how to use the local money) and he fished out his wand. He rolled it on his palm, looking with envious eyes at the display case where shoes were innocently shining before he suddenly realized something.
He was a wizard. And as such he could use some kind of charm to force the machine to give him shoes. Or umbrellas. Or even underpants, he had seen a distributor that had those.
He nervously glanced at the cameras that were pretty much everywhere and felt a thrilling shiver run through his back before he licked his lips.
He wasn't accustomed on breaking the rules when he clearly knew that everyone could see him and that actually made his heartbeat quicken. Harry bit his lips, his eyes shifting from the security cameras to the distributor before he discreetly pointed his wand at the machine and furrowed his eyebrows.
What kind of charm could force a machine to release some of its goods?
The wizard blinked, shrugged and finally decided to go with the simplest one.
"Accio," he whispered under his breath.
One pair of shoes shuddered behind the window and Harry widened his eyes in joy when he saw that they were actually falling towards the opening. But what he hadn't expected was for the rest of the whole goods to follow the first pair.
Horror painted through his whole face, Harry swiftly picked a pair and put it on his feet before he fled and boarded on a train, ignoring the shouts of indignation when he pushed some strangers to get on it.
It took three stops before his breathing evened and when Harry finally felt calm again, he got off in an unknown station. The wizard didn't even look around him, walking fast as he followed the crowd until they got out of the station and flew in the busy Japanese streets. Once he was outside, Harry looked up, scrunching his face when he was hit with heavy raindrops, and scowled when the now familiar smell of gasoline and smoke surrounded him.
His stomach loudly rumbled and Harry rubbed it with a small sigh. He needed to eat.
The wizard began to walk once again, looking around him to see if there was a distributor (full of snacks this time) and he finally hit the jackpot in the corner of a street. He glanced around him, looking at the security cameras (and noticing by the way that there were two pointing at the distributor) before he discreetly used another accio charm on his wanted snack.
The chocolate bar fell this time without being followed by the rest of the distributor snacks and Harry sighed in relief. Seems like he was getting the gist of it.
The wizard quickly took his chocolate bar and walked away from the distributor. Once he was streets away from it did he actually eat the snack.
And promptly vomited it.
"W-what?" Harry muttered in horror as he looked at the puddle of vomit.
That wasn't normal. He didn't vomit so easily, not when he had been raised by the Dursley who didn't even give him proper meals. And he was sure that the snack hadn't been bad so why? Why had he vomited it?
Harry wiped his mouth with his sleeve and took a deep breath, almost retching again when the fetid smell came to his nose. He briefly staggered on his steps and threw what was left of his snack in the nearest bin. The crowd around him hadn't even stopped during his little attack and Harry swiftly mingled in it. His heart was beating like when he did the Wronsky Feint and he gasped, his head swarming while fear took its hold on his confused mind.
He was hungry. He couldn't eat that simple chocolate bar. Then what would he eat? Meat?
At that simple thought, his mouth watered and Harry had to swiftly wipe it to avoid drooling all over his chin. He increased his pace and raised his head, his eyes acutely searching for a food stand where he could steal something to eat. But just as he was considering going into a supermarket, a familiar smell came to his senses.
The startling memory of red eyes came to his swirling mind and Harry gulped down the drool that had suddenly pooled in his mouth. He strengthened his hold on his wand and followed the smell.
He wasn't surprised when he ended being forced to go on a rooftop. Freaky Eyes (what was his name again?) had seemed rather keen on being all Spider-Man and crawling in the walls to the rooftops.
But when he finally got to the source of that familiar smell, Harry realized that the teenager with such a weird behavior wasn't alone.
He was sitting on a metallic beam, his chin leaning over a knee while he talked with a cheery tone with another teenager. That one had white hair and was turning his back to the wizard so Harry couldn't see his face.
But it didn't matter to the wizard, Freaky Eyes seemed to know what was happening to him and Harry needed answers. (Also, if he had to choose between the doctor Kanou and Freaky Eyes, Harry preferred the teenager. He wasn't a muggle so he could go all out on him and not incur the local ministry's wrath)
"You're still alive," Freaky Eyes' soft voice suddenly cut through the silence.
The white haired teen vanished from his spot and Harry immediately gritted his teeth and lashed his wand behind him. A salve of red sparks came out of its tip and the wizard thinly smirked when he turned his head to see that the white haired boy (who had a stern expression on his face by the way) was clenching something red in his hands.
Harry widened his eyes in surprise when he realized that the something red was actually something akin to a bloodied wing.
'A demon?' Harry almost choked on his spit.
While he had heard about those creatures, he didn't believe himself strong enough to take one and survive it without any injury. And he was still recovering from the Skrewt/cannibal's attacks.
"See?" Freaky Eyes cheerily added as if he hadn't saw Harry injure his friend. If the white haired boy was even his friend. "He's interesting."
The white haired demon didn't contest Freaky Eyes' statement and simply jumped away from the wizard, landing on a beam meters above the dark haired man. The latter didn't attack him, too busy fretting over the fact that there was a demon in front of him (above him actually) and that said demon had the same freaky eyes as, well... Freaky Eyes himself.
"He doesn't have a kakugan," white haired demon commented just as a strong wind ruffled their hair and his bloodied wing.
Fragments of his wing fell down on the wizard and he gasped in shock when he felt them pierce his skin and draw out blood.
See? That's why wizards didn't go attacking demons. They always ended in a gasket while the demon walked away whistling.
"And he doesn't know about kagune," Freaky Eyes (whose name Harry had totally forgotten) added his two cents with a tiny smile.
"He doesn't look like a ghoul," the demon stated in a deadpan voice.
"Yet he is."
Harry growled and took a step towards Freaky Eyes before he had to stop right on his tracks if he didn't want to be skewered by the demon's feathers.
"He smells like one," White haired accorded with a small frown. "But that's all..."
Freaky Eyes cocked his head and pursed his lips.
"Should we check it out?"
White haired merely raised a hand towards Freaky Eyes and nodded once. The latter grinned in a feral fashion and was quick on his feet, sprinting towards Harry who growled another time before he slashed the air with his wand.
Freaky Eyes giggled and evaded the shower of red sparks before he swiftly spun on a foot and harshly kicked the wizard in his stomach with his other leg. Harry gasped in pain and skidded on the ground, his feet slipping on the humid tiles while the rain worsened. He shook his head, his damp locks sticking to his face and tightened his lips into a harsh scowl.
"That should've hurt enough," Freaky Eyes commented as he jumped away from the growling wizard. "But he doesn't show his kakugan..."
"Will you stop talking as if I'm not in front of you!" Harry hissed before he casted a Petrificus at the two of them.
They both avoided it, their strange eyes widening in surprise when they saw the red lights touch some beams and leave burning marks.
"Quinque?" White haired growled.
"Doesn't smell like it," Freaky Eyes retorted as he took a sniff. "It smells of wood. Holly?"
"Yeah," Harry revealed with a shrug.
"Is it your weapon?" Freaky Eyes inquired, getting back in Harry's personal space in a matter of milliseconds.
The wizard narrowed his eyes at the sudden invasion of his personal space and reluctantly nodded. Freaky Eyes (whose name Harry really wanted to remember) faintly cooed in admiration and he swiftly put one of his hands on the tip of the wizard's wand.
"It isn't hot," he marveled as he looked at his uninjured hand.
"Because I don't want it to be," Harry shrugged and he immediately tensed when he felt White haired jump just behind him. The demon's wing was still glowing ominously in a red light and Harry looked at him with distrust. Those things could cut through metal if the demon wished to.
"What else can it do?" Freaky Eyes asked while his eyes sparkled like a little child's would have on Christmas Eve.
Harry pursed his lips and considered over answering the teen's question or leave the rooftop. But before he could even make his decision, his stomach hungrily rumbled and he felt so ashamed by such a loud sound that his face turned cherry red.
"Did you get to eat during your heat?" White haired asked him with his habitual stern voice.
Harry shook his head and palmed his rumbling stomach. The hunger was sinking his claws over his mind and the foul taste of his previous retching wasn't helping him at all.
White haired sighed in what could only have been disappointment and glanced Freaky Eyes before he nodded once. The latter of the two demons grinned and hooked one of his arms around Harry's neck.
"I guess that this means that we need to hunt before you can explain us what this stick can do," he cheerily hummed.
"Hunt?" Harry repeated with a small frown.
White haired weakly groaned and rubbed his forehead with two fingers.
"We need find his proctor," he grumbled seconds before he jumped on a metallic beam and looked down.
"He doesn't have a mark," Freaky Eyes shrugged. "I think that he had an encounter with Doves and became amnesiac."
"Wouldn't be the first time," White haired lowly growled. "There. I saw it."
He suddenly jumped from the beam and Harry watched with rapt attention how he simply fell down until his wing was deployed and dug into the building, immediately stopping his fall. Because he was intrigued in what the demon could be doing, he leaned over the railing and raised his eyebrows when he saw White haired discreetly approach a stumbling man wearing a crumpled suit and no umbrella. The teen seemed to exchange some words with the man because they both got out of the busy street and went into a dark alley. They silently walked without exchanging any word and suddenly stopped when it was clear that nobody could see or hear them. Except the two men on the rooftop.
Harry scrunched his face, straining his ears to actually hear what was going down there but the sudden invasion of his personal space (again...) change his line of thoughts and he slightly turned his head to glare at Freaky Eyes. The latter was leaning his chin over the wizard's shoulder, his cheek brushing against Harry's and the green eyed man concealed the rising blush (of annoyance) that such proximity provoked in him.
"Is it the first time that you hunt, Harry?" Freaky Eyes asked him in a calm voice.
The wizard blinked, taken aback by his name and he absentmindedly licked his lips. Was it the first time he hunted? He had once had to hunt down a pack of werewolves but it hadn't been to kill them or to simply enjoy the thrill.
And it had never been for the sole purpose of eating.
Still, he didn't understand why that poor muggle could be of use in a hunt. Unless...
Harry's eyes widened in horror and he let out a strangled shout of alarm before Freaky Eyes quickly concealed it behind his cold and wet hand. The wizard's white coat billowed in the harsh wind and he gasped behind the boy's hand when he saw White haired's wing skewer the muggle.
"Nice kill," Freaky Eyes lightly hummed behind him, his cold cheek brushing against Harry's flaming one.
His hand finally left the wizard's mouth and the latter promptly wiped it, spitting the excess of drool that had been accumulated during the brief gagging.
"You hunt Muggles?" Harry spat with disgust while he tried to ignore how the White haired was climbing the wall with a corpse over his shoulder.
"Muggles?" Freaky Eyes tilted his head and owlishly blinked.
"Normal humans," the wizard growled before he turned and glared daggers at White haired who had joined them.
The demon let the corpse fall on the wet ground and Harry loudly gulped when he smelled the coppery smell of blood leaking through the fatal injury on the muggle's chest. The blood mingled with the puddle of rainwater and the wizard closed his eyes.
"Merlin," he whispered when the rumbles in his stomach increased at the smell. "This is so... wicked."
"Eat," White haired told him with a cold voice. "If you want to survive, you must eat."
Harry glanced at the bloodied corpse and then at the two teenagers' faces. Freaky Eyes was still looking at his wand with captivated eyes while White haired seemed aggravated by the time it took him to eat a human.
The smell of the dead muggle wasn't that bad, the rain and wind helped with it. But it still made his mouth water and he was a drooling mess.
It still didn't mean that Harry was ready to eat it.
The wizard closed his eyes and tried to sort his thoughts, remembering those Occlumency lessons with Snape.
He swiftly thought about the Skrewt, the injuries caused by its stingers and the cannibal eating what had probably been his spleen. From what the doctor Kanou had told him, they didn't have to operate him or transplant organs.
Wizards didn't have that abnormal healing ability. Could it have been the Skrewt power? And if it had been, how had Harry ended with it?
Harry took a deep breath, pushing aside the fact that Freaky Eyes was still leaning his chin over his shoulder and that White haired was probably about to hit him from ignoring him. He continued thinking about the Skrewt theory.
He leaped over the fact that he didn't know how he had ended with that ability and thought about the chocolate bar incident. If he had really ended infected by some kind of sickness by the Skrewt, wouldn't it mean that he would've the same diet as them? What did they eat?
He gritted his teeth when he remembered that Hagrid had never found out that, always complaining that they ended eating each other while they were mating and ignored all kind of food from raw meat to fruits.
That put him in quite a predicament.
Something viscous and wet was suddenly pressed against his parted lips and Harry gasped in shock when it passed through his gritted teeth and invaded his mouth with its coppery taste.
"Eat," White haired growled and Harry opened his eyes to glare at him.
The boy was standing just in front of him, pressing a bloodied organ into his mouth. The wizard growled and tried to bite the demon's fingers to tell him to fuck off. Except that he didn't bits his fingers but the organ. Blood gushed out of his mouth and Harry unconsciously licked his lips clean, gulping down the chump of human meat. His stomach happily rumbled and he wiped his face, groaning when he noticed that he wasn't vomiting the organ and that White haired was actually severing one of the corpse's limbs to offer it to him.
"Eat," he repeated while pushing the severed hand to Harry's lips.
The wizard weakly swat away the hand and shook his head. He was hyperventilating and he faintly felt Freaky Eyes caress his hair.
"He needs to eat more," the latter pensively muttered. "He doesn't stop Calling us for more..."
Calling them? Harry blinked and weakly shook his head, the taste of blood in his mouth was still there and it sickened him that it didn't make him retch all over the demons.
"We need to take him to the manager," White haired mumbled as the hand fell on the ground with a sickening splash.
Finally, the nausea took its hold on Harry's stomach and he doubled over to retch all over the white haired demon's feet.
"Take him to his store," Freaky Eyes whispered before he took a step back and glanced at the crane above the rooftop, his eyes narrowing when he finally saw the lean face smirking at them. "I'm going to have a little chat with her."
White haired turned his head and glanced at the faraway silhouette above them before he tsk-ed in annoyance.
"She must have been attracted to the corpse's smell," he grunted before he hoisted Harry's shivering body over his shoulder. "Make sure that she doesn't follow us."
"On it, Yomo~" Freaky Eyes hummed while he stretched his fingers.
White haired (whose name seemed to be Yomo) grunted and swiftly jumped on another rooftop. Dangling over his shoulder, Harry watched how a teenager girl jumped from the crane until she landed just next to the corpse. The wizard noticed how her lavender hair billowed in the rain, same as what seemed to be four tentacles coming from her back and the same freaky red eyes threateningly glowed at Freaky Eyes. The latter didn't seem frazzled by it and immediately engaged into a fight.
Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head over Yomo's back. It was warm, even with all the rain that was falling over them, and Harry felt something soft and slightly viscous surround him. He weakly creaked an eye open and noticed that the demon's wing was covering his head from the rain.
How attentive of that demon.
The wizard closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Anions' reviews get their answers too:
Keywora: Yeah, it totally was Uta. Punk!Uta. Or Cutie!Uta because not matter what, he's a cute psycho. (If that makes sense) Alas, it'll take some time before Harry gets back to his kicking ass self. Like four chapters.
Pyrokitty: Read the manga or watch the anime because there will be a lot of innuendos about the series. Also, Kaneki is an awesome boy who needs to be loved and protected. Harry will begin his habitual wrecking havoc self by the next chapter.
So by the next chapter, Harry will get to meet the Anteiku ghouls. Do you know what it means? No?
Also, we will need a trashcan in the next chapter. You know why. We all know why.
PS: What should the final pairing (with Harry) be?
