Static X – Cannibal link; watch?v=z_GK-wRFnU

Uta's POV

I hadn't been able to forget that woman since our first meeting, thankfully she wasn't affecting my work or life; but she is plaguing my thoughts more often than I would like. A human woman giving dead bodies away to ghouls. Isn't she worried about getting caught? How unusual… fascinating. I skimmed my eyes over the mask I was currently working on, checking the stitching and measurements before folding it over to start on the opposite side. I reached over to my jar, dangling my fingers into the cold water and swirling them around for a snack only to scoop up nothing. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at the empty clear glass, filled with nothing but water and flesh debris as I retracted my hand in distaste. Guess I'd either have to go hunting or make my way to the 20th ward to ask Yoshimura for some meat. Neither seems to be in my effort right now… but I am hungry… Although; I suppose there is the morgue. The 14th ward is the town just over so it's close at least, and I would be willing to see that fascinating little human girl again. I guess I made my decision then.

I stared up at the ivory building, a single light shining through the window indicating someone was there. I had my sunglasses on and a cover story; just in case it wasn't Eve working. As far as I know, she's the only one that does work here and the only human to show such generosity and understanding to ghoul's needs. She'll surely supply me with something. I walked up to the building and opened the door before heading into the office, peering into the large glass window of the autopsy room seeing the woman named Eve elbow deep in a carcass. I could hear the music coming from inside the room, If I recall it's Static X – Cannibal; cute. She mouthed along to the words as she dug around the bloody crevice she had made, turning only to put down the scalpel she had used to disconnect an organ. The arm plunged in once more without mercy as she scooped up what I recognised as a liver, it was slightly shrivelled and covered in small lumps; unnatural. I must have caught her eye as she was examining it's exterior, lowering the bloody entrails to smile at me and wave with one gruesome gloved hand. She turned to place down the organ as I took her previous gesture as an invitation to enter the room, the music sounding louder as I did so. Heading over to the radio I turned the volume down almost fully without tearing my eyes from the blonde before me. She had bent to eye level with the liver she had just removed, eyes scanning over every lump it seemed to have formed.

"Alcohol poisoning. This man was a heavy drinker and had suffered some severe liver damage, a replacement couldn't be found in time though."

"I see."

I honestly didn't care, this was just part of a corpse; food. I don't care how he died. She rose up to her full height, picking up the organ with a soft squelch as she held it out to me with a teasing grin on her pierced lips.

"You want it?"

"No thank you, I have different tastes."

"Is that what brought you to my humble little work place?"

"Is it that obvious?"

She smiled a toothy grin before plopping down the liver back into the silver dish, removing her bloodied gloves before disposing of them in a biohazard box and heading over to the wash basin to clean her hands and arms off.

"What do you need?"

"Eyes preferably."

"All I have are fresh from the skull and haven't been disinfected or cleaned properly."

"They will be fine."

I rip these optical organs from living people, savouring the taste and warmth of them whilst listening to my victims screams of agony as background music. The fact that they aren't cleaned means nothing to me, and I almost scoff at her statement. She raised her now clean dripping wet hands in defence for a moment before she tore some blue-roll from its holder, drying off her hands as she moved over to a cupboard and begun fishing around numerous bottles and jars.

"Alright, I just know some ghouls are fussy eaters… I didn't know you were a free range kind of guy. Now where… ah!"

She turned on her heel, a jar holding an assortment of different coloured orbs dancing around the clear liquid they sat in from the disturbance. My mouth filled up with saliva merely looking at the soft liquid like meat as she placed the cold jar gently in my hands.

"All of these eyes are an assortment of Japanese and Australian humans."

"Australian?"

She tilted her head and blinked at me, cutely; might I add.

"Well yeah, people immigrate constantly and even more people die everyday. So its surprisingly easy to get my hands on varied body parts from all kinds of cultures."

"And you?"

"And me?"

"Where are you from?"

Her head tilted straight again, a smirk dancing on her face as I took in those big brown orbs that were her eyes. I knew upon meeting her merely from the size of her eyes that she wasn't of Japanese descent. But she spoke the language so fluently that it was hard to depict her accent.

"My, my aren't we the nosy fellow? You know my name, occupation and now you're asking me about my birthplace when I don't even have your name? How utterly rude."

A smirk twitched at my lips at her teasing tone, she certainly was interesting, and now she was getting even more so.

"Uta."

"Uta; as in 'song'? Such a poetic name, and pray tell Mr Uta what you do for a living?"

"I own a mask store."

She smiled and lifted herself up onto the counter to sit down as one New Rock clad foot folded over her opposite leg.

"Own? Well look at you big manager man! I bet you get a lot of sales around Halloween huh?"

"I suppose. Most of my customers are ghouls needing masks made to hide their identity."

"Made? So you hand make your masks rather than buying pre-made in bulk? It seems your name and body aren't the only artistic things about you."

"My body?"

She grinned brightly, a soft clicking sound leaving her tongue as she pointed down at my arms.

"Your tattoos obviously, They're beautiful. What does that one on your neck say? It's clearly a foreign language."

I pressed my fingers to my throat instinctively, feeling my pulse beating underneath the inked flesh that meant so much to me.

"I can live neither with you, nor without you."

"So bitter poetic...Most artists like to hang their art, but I like to wear mine. I guess that's one thing we have in common."

Wear our art huh? I suppose that is true. But what did she mean by bitter poetic? I decided not to ask as I'd rather take her on her last statement. I smiled lightly at the female, a more cynical thought taking control as I decided to push it a little.

"Not true, I've noticed two."

"Oh? Pray tell."

I placed the jar she handed me onto the counter, staring down at the eyes within as they swirled at the disturbance; my fingers trailing over the cold glass as I focused on a blue iris that had turned to look at me. What once was lively and held emotion was now blank and empty, dull… dead.

"We enjoy tearing people apart."

I heard her 'tsk' as my eyes drawled up to meet hers, watching as her thinned eyebrows furrowed at my statement.

"That's pretty presumptuous of you to assume."

"Am I wrong?"

"Are you right?"

I smiled lightly and leant on the counter, leaning myself closer to her as my head tilted to get a better look at her oval features.

"I am. I see the glisten in your eye when your elbow deep in a cavity, the smile on your face when you pull out a new organ."

Her eyebrows returned to normal position as a soft smile crept up her face.

"You're quite the perceptive man Songbird, I'll have to watch out for you."

"You didn't have to watch out before? I am a ghoul you know."

"I know."

She lent over slowly, almost cautiously and caught my cheek with her thin fingers as she slid the sunglasses from my face as her eyes softened and a delicate smile graced her lips that I hadn't seen on her yet. It looked out of place with her personality, but simply desirable.

"I hate that ghouls have to hide their eyes. They are such a beautiful optic, far more fascinating than a humans."

I blinked lightly at her, completely baffled by all her actions and statements. I have never come across a human like this one and I feel that I have someone new to play with. She certainly is… fun.