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Warning: Too many references! But seriously, gore, hints to child abuse, death, near death experiences, first kills and slight trauma.
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Now~ onto le chapter
"What happened?"
There was a small bruise on Kirara's arms. It was mauve in color and looked especially disgusting on his friend.
Kirara just simply mumbled angrily and glared at the ground.
Did she get in a fight?
Nagisa stared at the wound.
It doesn't look that bad. Maybe a pack of ice would help it a bit?
"Would you like some ice, Kirara-chan?"
She shrugged.
I'm going to take that as a yes.
"I'll be right back! I'm getting some ice! Stay here!"
Where will I get the ice from? Maybe my house? It isn't that far and mother isn't at the house. House it is, then.
Nagisa ran to his house quickly, retrieving the necessary materials.
"Ano… Kirara-chan, may I ask you how you got that bruise?"
Kirara glanced to the ground… unsurely (clearly not. Nagisa had never seen her do something unsurely before. Maybe disturbingly, but not unsurely).
"My… mother doesn't like me… that much."
"Ah," Nagisa said.
He understood.
He understood perfectly.
"My… mother… doesn't like me that much, either." Nagisa stated as though it was a fact of life (it is). "She was absolutely devoted to my father, which was why I was born. Not to ensure the life of her child or whatever parents do. Because she wanted to ensure father's devotion to her. He left when I was four years old and she made it perfectly clear in the four years that he's been gone that mum doesn't like me."
Kirara's eyes widened.
"That means you're eight." Kirara stated. "I'm the same age as you."
"Really?" Nagisa inquired. "That's pretty cool!" He smiled happily.
It's odd how being the same age could make him happy.
"Anyway," he continued, "We should get food. It's been two weeks since we last scavenged." The two were now scavenging partners, meeting up every two weeks or so to feed on dead bodies.
"Let's go," Kirara grinned slightly and Nagisa softly smiled in response.
The best places to look for carcasses are downtown. This isn't an opinion but merely a fact. There's more people there, more diversity, more danger. Gang fights, yakuza, ghoul territories. All of these are very dangerous and are some of the causes for food. There's also suicide victims but sometimes those are too disfigured to eat.
Because of that fact of life, Kirara and Nagisa were walking down a busy street, too crowded for both of their tastes.
"We should split up but stay in the general area." Kirara suggested. "You still have better-than-human hearing, right?" He nodded. "I can yell for you if I find a dead body and you can do the same?"
He nodded again, but hesitantly this time. "Are you sure about this?"
"We should do this." Kirara's voice was firm.
"... fine."
Kirara turned around and headed in the opposite direction of Nagisa. Inhaling deeply, she noticed there was a mouth watering smell in one of the alleyways nearby.
The alleyway was rather grotesque, with blotches of deep wine red splattering across concrete. There were a few dumpsters and a body, sitting up against the wall.
It's a surprise no one's found it yet, Kirara thought. Idiots, the entire city.
The corpse looked pretty fresh, only a day old or so. It was mutilated, though. The nose was concave and very bloody. It looked like that concave nose was the cause of death. There were bruises littered up and down his arms. She briefly wondered if he was in a gang fight or something before quickly dismissing the thoughts from her head. It would do know good to ponder where it came from. Afterall, it didn't matter so long as Nagisa and she got her food.
She summoned her Ukaku and made a sharp jagged piece, much like a knife come forth to her hand and started cutting off his limbs, an arm and leg for Nagisa and an arm and le-
"I am engaging a ghoul. No mask, looks to be seven or eight with curly black hair, repeat, third rank Akainu engaging ghoul.
Good. For whatever reason, he failed to mention her gender (it could be pure stupidity. He wouldn't be the first stupid Akainu out there).
Oh well. Less cuts for her.
The supposed Akainu drew his quinque. A lengthy whip with seemingly sharp edges.
Crap. I don't want to be hit by that. Best I end this battle quickly.
Due to her lack of training and experience, Kirara didn't know much about battling. What she did know was that Ukakus were quick and long range. She had to end this soon.
Kirara launched herself backwards, away from Akainu and shot red shards at him, all of which he easily reflected.
Crap.
She rebounded off the wall, using the momentum to head towards him.
Maybe I can tackle him.
Whatever attempts she made, he dodged, until he finally had enough and lashed the whip against her shoulder.
Crap that freaking hurts.
She jumped again, this time upwards, trying to get on the rooftop.
I need to retreat!
The whip elongated- Rikaku SHIT- and grasped both her ankles before throwing her down to the ground with an extremely loud thump. Kirara was left in pain, gasping and the desperate need to escape. Her back was a throbbing agony.
Akainu approached, smirking.
"Worthless, ab-so-lute-ly worthless." Surprisingly, there was no hate, no anger in his voice. Just the smugness of a to-be winner. "You waste of space monster."
He raised the whip.
I'm going to die I'm going to die I'mgoingtodie imgoingtodie I'mgoingto die IMGONNADIE
Her eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the end… It was bound to come soon.
With a thud, a large amount of weight fell on her. There was a warm, gross feeling engulfing her body.
Tentatively Kirara opened her eyes. There was a dead body on top of her. A dead body.
She turned her head to see a familiar head of turquoise covered in unfamiliar warm red. He looked like an unsuspecting rabbit caught in the talons of a hawk.
"I… killed someone…" it was not a question but a confirmation.
"You did, Nagisa… thank you for saving my life." Kirara hoped that the statement would offer some comfort. "Would you help me get him off? I'm not strong to lift him up by myself." She honestly felt bad about asking him but it provided a distraction and she honestly needed the help.
Nagisa nodded jerkily and lent his aid. They ended up throwing the body near the pile of limbs and sat down (Nagisa was shaking- this isn't okay).
"At least we have more food, right? Do you think we could cut it up and store the body near here- hidden of course, perhaps with our scents covering the smell and come back later with a few duffel bags? But of course, the CCG will have the area evacuated and a trespassing law on it until their investigation is over, even if the idiot didn't mention where he was." It was weird, rambling. A different sensation. Over the past few weeks, Nagisa generally did all the talking. "How do you think we're going to get- hey, umm…"
Nagisa started crying. It was only a few tears, but enough to send sirens bellowing in her mind. She did not like it. She did not like it but she was going to do something about it, even if she had no experience in this whatsoever.
I am going to comfort Nagisa, thought Kirara, filled with determination, like a mouse needing to get the cheese at the top of the table.
She embraced Nagisa, rubbing his back soothingly. She didn't say, "It's okay," or, "It's going to be alright." Kirara was many things, but not a liar. It wasn't okay! It isn't going to be alright! The life of a ghoul is a life of pain, poverty and harsh reality, beating them, blow for blow, punch to kick until they could no longer live; they were dead in every sense of the word except the definition of not breathing.
Instead, she just said, "You're my friend, Nagisa. I love you." and hoped for the best (after all, truth fights truth… right?).
After a while (Kirara looked at the sky and saw that it was just past midday- they had been there for hours), Nagisa stopped and a while after that, Kirara reluctantly let go.
Nagisa finally got rid of his last bit of hiccups but still looked saddened.
"Umm…" he was meeker than normal, Kirara noted. "We-we should eat our f-fill of the ghoul investigator and take the limbs o-of the other p-person with us. We should, uh, ch-change our clothes and hide the limbs in the b-b-b-bloody clothes. We could get clothes from the d-dumpster. J-just to avoid confrontation w-we should continue down the back streets."
Kirara wrinkled her nose at the concept of smelling like trash but didn't object. The plan was pretty well thought out.
"We could p-put the rest o-of him in the dumpster."
"That sounds like an absolutely disgusting plan, but it makes do.
And thus, they did so.
While walking the unknown alleyways, the two of them happened upon a strawberry blonde by the name of Itori. She looked to be in her late teens but apparently she was old enough to start a bar.
"So, do you kiddos have a mask?" She was unbelievably friendly, especially to the shut in children (Nagisa was too shy and Kirara just simply had no interest). "Surely if you're old enough to wreck havoc then you're old enough to have a mask!"
They just stared at her, confused.
"Hmm, you don't have one. Do you want me to take you to the mask shop?"
They vehemently refused. She was a complete and total stranger, why would we go with her?
Itori shrugged happily. It didn't matter either way.
"Well, if you want one, go to this store!" She handed them each a business card that was plain white with "HySy ArtMask Studio" in large bold letters (which was pretty uncreative for an art studio).
"Well, goodbye." Kirara stated. She wanted to get away from this shadow wrapped in light. Even with how harmless the blonde looked, her instincts were screaming at her to get away, get away now.
"B-by the way, where are we in the Fifteenth Ward?"
Itori laughed.
"Kiddos! You're in the Fourteenth ward!"
The two groaned and tredged down the alley from which they came.
"What a weird ghoul..." Kirara said.
And they went home, limbs and all, without further interruption,
"It seems there's a natural born half-ghoul in the Fifteenth Ward."
Ooooooooooh~ cliffhanger
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