Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul. This story is purely fictional.

Chapter 3: In limbo

At the far back of an abandoned warehouse, a poker table hosted the tired silhouettes of two motionless ghouls, both doing their best at outsmarting the other in their game of cards. They kept looking ahead, their greasy fingers grasping their handful of cards, waiting for the other to either give a sign of weakness or close the game with a long-expected victory. They were both good at it, having won countless of rounds before but when facing against each other, they always felt that they had met their match, which was why the games lasted close to forever. One of them, a fat and pouty individual dwelled in tension, waiting for his boss to make a move. The boss, however, remained uninterested in advancing the round. Unable to withstand the silence any longer, the fat one humbly addressed his superior.

"I think it´s your turn, Boss."

"I know that, Susu-chan," he said calmly, not taking his eyes of the row of kings he so carefully collected in his hand. "Are you impatient?"

"No, Boss," Susuyama answered, lowering his head in obedience. He knew better than to anger that man.

"Good. Patience is really important but I was starting to run out of it myself with your late arrival, Yamada." At the sound of that, Susuyama´s head turned to his left, watching with interest how Yamada, one of his close comrades and an avid loyal to their boss, emerged from darkness. The brunette walked over to the table, his daft tone trying to turn apologetic.

"Sorry, Boss. It´s not that easy trying to find someone in this city. But I gave it my best shot."

"And?" The highest in rank prompted. "Did you find him?"

"Nope. He´s nowhere to be found. I think it´s safe to think Subaru´s dead."

He sighed, looking at his two underlings. Yamada was probably right, Subaru was not one to go missing for several days. Sure, a day or two was not uncommon but that limit had been crossed a while ago and the theory over him being dead was not that far-fetched. In their world, such things were not unusual. You could go out in the morning and fail to come back home if you were as unlucky as to come face to face with a vengeful dove. And not to mention the fact that Subaru was a punctual lad. Always. Years back, when they met for the first time, Subaru had been a cocky, rude bastard who thought he could overthrow him without proper effort, reason why he taught him a lesson of survival and with his kagune, he gave Subaru a scar across his face to remind him of his debility. After being taken under his wing, Subaru acquired deep respect for his newly-proclaimed boss and ran all types of errands for him without fail. He was not one to mourn the death of his comrades but Subaru had been useful. Unfortunately, that bastard chose to exhaust his usefulness precisely on the one time he was needed the most. His death came at the worst possible time.

"It´s a problem," Yamada took the words straight out of his mouth. "Who the hell are we gonna find to fill his place?"

"We can ask around," Susuyama suggested, not very sure about it.

"Don´t be stupid. On such short notice, no one´s gonna want to do it. We´re screwed."

He listened to his men argue about it, his own mind trying to come up with answers. Yamada was right, it was impossible to co-opt someone on such-short notice, not to mention they could not trust just anybody with the job. Subaru had to be the one to do it, he even got the van for the job. In the midst of his thinking, a sudden thought struck him.

"Yamada. Where was he last seen?"

"His trail stopped at HySy Art Mask Studio. That place belongs to Uta."

"No Face," the boss affirmed, at which Yamada nodded.

"That sucks," the other seated ghoul said. He shifted in his chair uncomfortably, having heard the rumors about the infamous No Face. A buddy of his had died a long time ago in a confrontation with him and since then, Susuyama had consciously stayed away from District Four. If possible, he would like to avoid any type of contact with that particular ghoul but the grin he spotted stretching dangerously on his boss´ face pointed out the contrary. He gulped and asked a question that had already been internally answered.

"What do we do, Boss?"

"Well, what else?" The man in question challenged, as he threw his hand of cards on the table. "We´ll just have to pay No Face a visit."

Morning had started well for Kaneki Ken. At exactly 8 am, he had opened the door to the Anteiku café, ready to receive the upcoming customers for the day. As per usual, he had tidied his uniform and sharply arranged his tie at his shirt collar while also tying the black apron around his waist in a secure, double knot. His shift, together with Nishiki and Touka, had never been once uneventful despite its already habitual aspect. No matter the task, Nishiki and Touka were always at each other´s throat, bickering away about things Kaneki could not be bothered to remember, as simplistic as they were. Be it the way Nishiki cleared out the tables or took a customer´s order, Touka constantly had something to correct.

"You´re not holding the tray properly, you´re going to drop it one day."

"I´m holding it just fine, stop complaining," Nishiki at times replied, not particularly interested.

"And stop slouching, you´re not setting a good example," she would often say.

"As if you´re standing any better, always pointing at me."

"And smile, Nishiki!"

"I´m smiling at the customers, aren´t I? It doesn´t mean I have to do it for you too."

"You´re forgetting who took you in, you bastard! Don´t mock Anteiku´s generosity," she preached, almost always followed by a slap at the back of his head.

Before he knew any better, Kaneki would intervene in their little conflicts and attempt of settling them down but instead, would end making matters worse and even receive a few physical warnings from Touka as well. It didn´t take long for him to understand that it was just the way Touka chose to get closer to them, having difficulties expressing her emotions properly. And so he kept his distance from the brawl and resorted to smiling compassionately to the customers whenever they had to witness one of such scenes. Little by little, he had gotten used to his new life at Anteiku, even going as far as entering a routine. His responsibilities included keeping the cups clean, serving cake and brewing his own coffee specialties for the customers. Even the darker side of living at Anteiku was now easier to bear; eating human flesh was still as horrifying as ever but having it originate from sources he did not personally had to kill made it a bit more sufferable. Not everything was perfect, though, his ghoul side never letting him take a break and perpetually trying to take over him but with the help of the friends he had found in that café, Kaneki could manage somehow. Indeed, he had to live in fear of investigators and other ghouls but not all was as black as it was in the beginning.

From the corner of his eye, Kaneki saw Nishiki approaching with a tray of dirty cups. He took the tray from him and began cleaning each. If there was something he liked the most about that café, it had to be the windows. They were wide and long and sunlight made its way inside easily, offering the place a cozy, warm atmosphere. You could see all the people passing through, unaware of the ghouls serving coffee on the premise. A flash of gold caught Kaneki´s attention and upon seeing the person pass by, he exclaimed in surprise, drawing Nishiki´s gaze to the window as well.

"Arima," Nishiki announced, having spotted the blonde at the last second.

Kaneki turned off the warm water and asked curiously.

"Do you know, Saya-san too, Nishiki-san?"

"Of course I do," he replied, his tone dropping a note and his eyes flashing offensively.

"I suppose you do. The three of us go to the same university and she did finish top of our group this year," Kaneki said, apparently figuring out the reason why they were all acquainted.

"That´s not the reason I know her."

"I…don´t understand, Nishiki-san."

Nishiki frowned, taking a better look at Kaneki. "They don´t tell you much, do they?" The taller ghoul asked, referring to the entire Anteiku team who found no urgency in informing Kaneki about all that was important in this new world he had so innocently stepped into. "Kaneki, have you ever heard of Arima Kishou?"

The younger boy took a few seconds to rack his brain for the name and when finding no connection he shook his head in denial. Half-expecting the answer, Nishiki sighed, wondering how to explain it in the best and shortest way. He cleared his throat and offered the explanation under Touka´s watchful eye.

"Listen, Kaneki. There are four important doves you should keep away from at all costs. They´re all part of the Special Unit and if you meet them in a dark alley, you can say your farewell prayers. They are Kuroiwa Iwao, Marude Itsuki, Shinohara Yukinori and last but not least, Arima Kishou. Arima is the prodigy of the team, also known as The Reaper and I suppose you might imagine for yourself why they call him that. "

Kaneki listened and by the time Nishiki finished, his mouth hanged in consternation as his brain absorbed the latest presented information. He took a step backwards, his head heavy with inquires.

"Nishiki-san….are you saying that Saya-san is…"

"Arima´s sister. Do you understand now?"

In his confusion, Kaneki grabbed Nishiki by the arm when he saw him leave his place by the sink, dark thoughts swirling and affecting his reason.

"You´re not planning on hurting her, are you, Nishiki? Please, Saya is off limits. She may be Arima´s sister but I´ve talked to her a few times, she´s not a bad person."

"As always, you´re so naive, Kaneki. It´s surprising you´ve made it this far, really," the ghoul in question remarked, a bit taken aback by his co-worker´s plea. It seemed Kaneki could still not remember he was no longer human and that in his current condition, his human friends could always turn into foes. "And let go of my hand, I won´t do anything. I was just going to attend that table over there. If anything should happen to her in this area, they would be raiding this place like crazy and erasing us all."

Relieved to hear him say that, Kaneki exhaled a long breath, releasing Nishiki´s arm. Positioned at the far end of the room, Touka planned to give them no break.

"Nishiki, table three!"

"I got it already! Irritating brat!"

As a sign of protest, he threw the washing cloth he was twirling around in the sink and headed toward the respective table, allowing time for Kaneki to calm his beating heart. He reacted without notice, on instinct. Knowing Nishiki, and more accurately, ghoul nature in general, even his close ones were unpredictable, therefore he was pleased with himself for biding time for Saya. How many other shocks were on their way to Kaneki´s brain? It was as if day after day, he uncovered secrets that could overthrow his life in a second and he could not find enough strength to deal with them accordingly.

Arima Saya. The sister of a highly dangerous investigator. Kaneki still couldn´t believe it. Both him and Saya attended the same Modern Literature class in university and had shared ideas about books from time to time. Due to her foreign looks, it was nearly impossible to get past the hoard of people flocking around her but in the comfort of their university´s library, he had the occasional talk with her, both of them bonding over various authors. He could not claim he knew much about her, but she had been kind to him and had bothered to discuss with someone as plain as him and for that he had been grateful and had deemed her a very open person. It was actually Saya who lent him ´The Black Goat´s Egg´ by Takatsuki Sen to read which he loved so much he bought his own copy to keep. The book that started it all, Kaneki realized ironically when remembering that if it wasn´t for that book, he wouldn´t have had the courage to talk to miss Rize. In fact, everything was ironic. Just yesterday, they were both simply university colleagues and now, he was a ghoul and she was, well, the sister of the one who could execute him. Kaneki wondered if she would continue being that nice to him if knowing what he truly was and chose to ignore the answer. It was not fair for her to be dragged into this world, even if she had to be in it due to her brother. He had been dragged into this world as well, without asking for anything and he was certain Saya wanted to stay away from it all too. He only prayed that she would never have to learn what he hid inside, like many others who lived in fear and darkness.

She had been aimlessly wandering off the streets for the past thirty minutes before she realized that her steps were taking her no place specific. When Saya came to her senses, she had just passed a café in an unfamiliar district.

Where am I? She asked herself, scanning the place carefully. When she failed recognizing at least one element of the street, she headed for the nearby cab she spotted earlier. She jumped in, stated her destination and allowed herself to be taken there while mulling over overthought solutions to her problems. Wasn´t there a saying that stated ´time heals everything´? It did help with overcoming her anxiety about the brutal murder she had experienced but while that aided with easing her shock over it and diminished the instances in which she jumped at every knock on her door, it also made her more conscious of that man, explicitly of that ghoul named Uta. His face was still so fresh in her mind, haunting her with his soft voice and gentle touch that tiredly kept her awake each night since the incident. She needed to see him. She needed to ask him questions and just talk to him, find a way to cope with everything, yet the moment the cab dropped her in front of his studio, her conviction was far from solid.

"What an imbecilic thing to do," she voiced out to herself, still not understanding the forces that drove her back to that place of peril. There was no guarantee he would save her again if, for instance, the studio was now swarming with ghouls but she could not stand sitting at home, pestered by the haunting image of him, playing over and over again in her head. Today, she had to put an end to that cycle. Now or never and so her fingers grasped onto the door´s handle and pulled it open, to reveal a very calm Uta with his arms crossed at his chest, as if waiting for her exclusively. She gaped at him, her heart skipping a beat, clearly not expecting to stand face to face with him in the doorframe.

"Did you…did you know I was coming?"

"Ghouls have privileged senses. In a way, I did," he responded, his soothing voice filling her ears with familiar thirst. He was just as she remembered; tall, intimidating and highly captivating. This time, he was not wearing any goggles, which was why she could see his red eyes in full daylight, expressing no lesser emotions than those of humans. "And indeed, what you´re doing is unwise," Uta added, replacing her earlier adjective with a kinder one, proving that he had heard her talk outside the door. "What are you doing here?"

Her mind searched for the proper answer immediately. "I´m here for my mask. Do you have any other customers?" She asked, looking past his shoulders inside the studio, seeing if she could spot anyone inside.

"No, not until later in the afternoon."

"Then it´s safe now," she concluded, at which he titled his head.

"If that´s how you see it."

It felt as if he was playing with her, subtly trying to see which buttons he could push, what limits he could make her cross, which was a very obnoxious course of action for him, giving the sincerity she brought with herself especially for this reunion. She was not about to let him take control of the whole situation and therefore gently pushed him from the doorway enough to enter the studio on her own. Uta allowed her to enter, much to his curiosity´s qualms. Finally inside, Saya went near a row of unfamiliar masks in hopes of identifying her own, leaving Uta no other option but to close the door and join her further in his shop. As a measure of precaution, he locked the door to prevent any other unexpected guests that would require immediate assassination.

"Well? Is it ready?" Uta heard her say and fairly assumed she was referring to her mask. Without further ado, he walked over to a concealed stand and removed the covering sheet. Saya´s mask was thus ceremoniously revealed, her breath sucked out of her chest at the sight of it. The mask, a composition of white and gold, had rays of sun emerging from the right brow section, the entire piece covering only the eyes portion, leaving the rest of the owner´s skin to show through. Rows of crystals gathered under the cheeks, contouring their way down to the mouth and from the sides, stands of pearls were falling down asymmetrically, resembling rivers of tears. It was, by far, the most beautiful thing Saya had ever seen in her life. She got closer to it, her hands reaching out shyly, almost afraid to touch it. She took it in her palms and breathed out:

"Thank you. It´s absolutely wonderful."

The smile she graced him with had suddenly began to worth all the sleepless nights he had spent working away at it, crafting and perfecting something that, now seeing in completed form, could still not amount to her radiance.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. You can take it in exchange for scaring you," Uta offered, going to sit in the farthest corner of the room.

Saya frowned, bringing the mask closer to her chest, nearly displeased with the arrangement. "You didn´t scare me, " she lied, concocting her own method of repayment. "And I can´t accept it like this. Maybe I can take you out to an art gallery, some place neutral, you can pick," she suggested, hoping to hear an affirmative answer. The gods were not on her side that day though, for Uta was not planning to give in that easily.

"That is not a very good idea. I will have to refuse."

"It´s just admiring some crafts and we don´t have to stay long…"

"I hope you haven´t forgotten what I am and what you are to me," he interrupted her, reminding Saya their positions. Her frown deepened, her fist tightened. She did not think she would experience such outward rejection.

"How could I forget?" Only she knew how much distress she experienced each night after the incident, having trouble sleeping and eating and even talking to others but eventually, she had built up the courage to return to her place of torture in search for some sort of inexplicable peace. "But you can´t cut me off just because we…"

Are predator and prey? Are meant to run away from each other? Are two opposite species? Uta mentally filled in her sentence with all the sensible choices.

"…have a completely different diet!" She finished in frustration, bringing Uta to the edge of hilarity. He choked back a laugh, amazed by her ability to bring humor in an issue so serious. Without doubt, he was probably never going to meet someone like her for as long as he would live; pretty, stupidly brave and too kind for her own good. He felt a sinner just by looking at her. It was already too much having her return to his studio, blessed with the opportunity to see the young woman again. He fancied her, he finally admitted it to himself, and he wanted her alive. For that to stay a fact, he had to keep her as far away as possible from him.

"I´m sorry Arima-san, but it´s impossible for us to meet up from now on. Especially giving who you are."

Whether she agreed to it or not, she continued her trials of winning him over. "You mean because I am his sister? I haven´t even told my brother anything, isn´t this proof of my trust?"

"It´s too early to talk about trust, miss. In our situation, you being investigator Arima´s sister will surely facilitate betrayal in the future."

"I would never…"

"To be more frank," Uta raised his voice to cover hers, "you will never be anything else than food to me, miss."

He underestimated her reaction. He never thought his words would have such devastating effect on her serene face. All of a sudden, her grey eyes turned sad, rivaling with the melancholic motif of her mask.

"Then why did you save me?"

Hearing the inquiry, Uta did not move an inch, apparently not fazed by the question. As a reply, he counteracted with his own curiosity.

"Why are you really here, miss?"

As a response, she also remained motionless yet her lips pressed together tightly, as if afraid words would uncontrollably escape her lips.

He sighed, realizing that everything which was about to start was currently running to its end. "It seems these two questions are to remain unanswered."

Would she start crying? She did look oh so fragile and there was certainly tension in the room. Uta could cut it with a knife. Completely out of the blue, Saya exploded. She had surprised him yet again as she charged over to his table and slammed her purse on the wooden surface, angrily rummaging for something in particular. A few seconds of searching later, the young woman extracted a wallet.

"If this is how you want it then fine, but I´ll pay for the mask like any regular customer would." She finally opened her wallet, disappointed by its poor contents.

"Do you take credit cards?" She asked but upon seeing his bemused expression she replied in his stead. "Of course you don´t." Not much to count on, she eventually took out the few dollar bills and change she had stuffed inside when an idea occurred to her. Her hand went to her ear to remove one of the earrings she had received for her birthday from Kishou and felt immense satisfaction placing it in front of Uta. The ghoul took it between his thumb and index finger, oddly inspecting it.

"That´s a real diamond, I guess it covers all costs," she proclaimed.

"Just one?"…

"It´s very unlikely I lose both of them, right?" She replied, the explanation she would have to give her brother about the missing pair evidently at the ready.

He placed the valuable jewel down intent on returning it when her voice faded into a whisper.

"I shouldn´t have come here." It was all a big mistake and the only thing she could do about it was just gaze at him. The more Saya looked at him, the more human and inhuman he appeared to her and yet she could not take her eyes off him. She then understood it was going to be the last time to see him and so she took in as much as she could from him, memorizing the shade of his hair, the way his shoulders were always leaned forward, his expression and his tone. It still wasn´t enough. And the worst part about it was that he did not seem to be as affected by their circumstances as deeply as she was.

Saya spared him any departing words and made her way to the exit as fast as she could, the heels she wore resonating loudly on her way out of the studio. Outside, bathed in daylight, Saya reorganized her thoughts, focusing on the little inner strength she had left. She hadn´t expected much but she hadn´t been prepared for less either. She glanced down at her mask, unsure about how to handle everything. The only thing for sure was that after the fund raise party would be over, she would take that mask and lock it away along with all her corrupted thoughts about him.

"I can´t believe you followed me here! Did you really think I was going to tear her apart in plain daylight?" Nishiki demanded of Kaneki incredulously. Both men were crouched on the ground and watching the entrance to Uta´s Art shop from behind a corner. "You could have at least shared the cab fare."

"I´m sorry, Nishiki-san but I was in such a hurry I forgot my wallet at the café," Kaneki apologized. "And you went out after her despite saying you wouldn´t. I couldn´t help but worry."

"Well anyone would be curious to investigate if seeing an Arima in the neighborhood," he said, justifying his actions. They followed her a while but after spotting her call for a cab, Nishki instinctively signed for their own and made the driver tail its yellow comrade. "And with good reason too! What is that woman doing in Uta´s studio?"

"I have no idea," Kaneki sincerely replied, concerned with Saya-san´s well-being. Did she know Uta? Did she even know what he was? Either way, matters were not going to end well judging by the murderous glare Touka send their way when she saw them leave the café unannounced. Blood-thirsty war was waiting for them back home and Kaneki was wondering who he should be more worried about, him or Saya-san. They witnessed her ascend the stairs to the main street and had been so concentrated on her actions that the sudden sneaky hand puncturing their shoulders caught them entirely by surprise.

Nishiki nearly jumped out of his own skin, reaction mirrored by Kaneki, both males turning to stare into the mischievous face of Itori.

"Damn it, Itori! You scared the hell out of me!"

"Itori-san…" Kaneki trailed off, his verbal instinct less offensive.

"What are you two doing here?" She asked suspiciously. "Are you out hunting humans?" Itori assumed, her excitement visible on her face as she squashed Nishiki´s forehead to lean in and get a better look at who they were watching. Her eyes fell on Saya but then moved on the mask she was holding in her hands before stuffing it in her purse and hailing for another cab and the female ghoul let out a shout of discovery. Panic conjured Nishki, his hands already at the redhead´s mouth, muffling down any other unnecessary sounds.

"Shut up, you stupid woman! Do you want her to hear you?"

She bit down on his hand, eliciting a scream from Nishki. "Don´t be silly, humans have such bad hearing. No offense, Kaneki."

"None taken," Kaneki reassured, confused by the exchange of insults and physical warnings.

"Aw, too bad, she´s leaving. I really wanted to talk to her," Itori whined, the three of them watching her mount in a cab.

Nishiki shoved her away from him, tired of supporting her weight on his shoulder. This woman, always doing as she pleases. "About what?"

"Many things. Uta tells me she´s lovely to be around. She´s his girlfriend, you know?" Itori winked to Kaneki whose expression was somewhere between shock and perplexity at the sound of that revelation. Nishiki, on a wiser note, withheld from jumping to the same conclusion.

"Do you even know what you´re saying? Don´t trust her, Kaneki. She likes to exaggerate."

"No need to worry, I´ll tell you alllllllll about it," Itori happily prepared the ground for a long recounting of Uta´s first meeting with Saya when her smile suddenly vanished. Nishiki sensed something was wrong at once and so turned to look in the direction Itori was now staring, Kaneki diligently following his example. There were three ghouls lurking around Uta´s studio, only two recognizable to Nishki. One was Hamasaki, the leader of a small resistance group that lived to terrorize everyone in District Five and the other, if he remembered correctly, was Yamada, Hamasaki´s right-hand man. As for the third one, neither Nishki nor Itori could pinpoint their identity yet, Hamasaki alone was enough to induce a state of alert among the ghouls at Kaneki´s side.

"What´s Hamasaki doing here?" Nishki asked, looking over to Itori.

"Nothing of praise."

For his own good, Kaneki decided to stay out of that one, not liking Itori´s implication any bit. That day could not get any stranger; he had just found out a colleague of his was the sister of their sworn enemy, that sister just stepped out of Uta´s crafting sanctuary and three other dangerous ghouls were sneaking around said ghoul´s working place, stirring up trouble. Would he ever catch a break, he wondered. Probably not.

A/N: Hello again, everyone! Did you see the latest (last?) episode of Tokyo Ghoul? Kaneki was epic *_*. I don´t actually follow the manga but I have been spoiled and since I have, I went ahead and read the ending and I was satisfied. I know a lot of people hate it but I think it was pretty realistic, sometimes life doesn´t give you what you want and good people are actually bad. I guess it was my kind of ending? XD Anyways, there were some things that surprised me but that are actually going to fit right in with this fanfiction so hope you´ll stick around to see exactly how. I´ll go back to properly reading the manga after I post this to make sure everything is well-arranged. By the way, as you have probably noticed, Saya meets Uta around the time Kaneki joins Anteiku and it all flows on from there.

Thank you so much for the follows and favorites, you guys! You are the best!

For my reviewers:

pain1516: Hello there and thank you for your support!^^ I´m glad you enjoyed the Uta and Itori bonding, they´re really funny together. And yes, that line was especially for him, this is just how I see this character. Polite but sooooo scary if you dare mess with him. He will continue appearing in the fic, he´s actually very crucial to the entire plot so hope that works for you!

detrametal: It´s so nice to see you again, thanks so much for posting another comment, this really encourages me :). To me, Kishou is a great character with plenty of potential. I loved him the second (literally the one second they showed him for in the entire anime -_-) I saw him. Itori is going to show up in other chapters as well and there will be lots of opportunities for her to be evil, heheh.

Guest: Believe me, I was happy to see you come back to this and read the newly posted chapter as well! Thank you for your praising words, I will do my best to entertain you with even more chapters so let me know you´re still here with me. Let´s keep rooting for those two!

sherlaylay: I´m glad you like this fanfiction and the way it started off. I usually update on Thursdays or on Fridays so I hope to see you here again. I really wanted to get into Uta´s head with this story and I´m starting to get the hang of it but the guy is just really enigmatic. XD

Cyleana: Aw, you dream anime? That´s so lucky, I never remember my dreams and when I do they´re about such boring things :(. But hey, it was fate to dream about Uta and stumble across my story and I´m really grateful you did! I also want to keep the story a bit realistic so I want them to have some trouble, real life is not that easy! Plus, a relationship like there is extremely forbidden which is why it´s so fun to write and the characters will have to work for it. See you next chapter?

Kirschflower: Thank you! Since the response to this story is so positive, I will certainly write more. Visit me again!

SI: You are quite right my dear reader, a lot of interesting pairings in the world of fanfiction yet I can only thank you for giving this one a shot even though Uta is not really a favorite. I hope to win you over with the plot, the unexpected twists and the character development so please stay tuned and let me know what you think from now on as well! :)

VictoriaPie: It´s not that easy keeping Uta in character since he doesn´t seem to have a stable, definite one but I´m working towards it. Saya is alright, not really strong since she´s always been protected by her family but Uta is exactly what she needs at the moment and the same goes for him. He needs a half-German beauty to mess up his priorities :)).

Ethereal Wonders: Hello and thank you! It´s a relief to hear you like Saya, OCs are such a pain to write, you have to know exactly what kind of person would fit in the story.

Megohime of Mutsu: Alas, the wait is over! Thank you for your love, I shall cherish is dearly! Please continue reading and letting me know your impressions, it´s very motivating for me.