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No, of course, I don't own them.
Note: Sorry for the delay, but I know you want to read the story first, so rant will be later.
Even Though How Much He Tries to Hide,
Trouble Always Seems to Find Him
(part 1)
It's been long since I stopped holding expectations on people. It started when the painful nature of reality dawned onto me. Holding expectations is like clinging to a non-existent rope as you're close to drowning. Holding expectations bears nothing but false-hope.
Many says that holding expectations wasn't too bad, but that's just a damnable optimistic way of thinking. In all honesty, being 'realistic' is way far better than being a stupid optimist.
That way, if by some unfortunate case that you got disappointed by holding some random expectation, you can just say, "Whatever, that's how reality is."
However, despite my resolutions of shunning expectations away, I found one huge flaw in my way of thinking.
I stopped holding expectations, so I also stopped caring. I just let people come and go and that's that. I became so immersed in my little world of isolation that I forgot something.
I forgot to doubt.
I forgot to question their attitudes, the way they act.
I stopped thinking twice about most people.
And that flaw of mine rooted this defective side of me.
I should've doubted those bastards who seemed 'too good to be true'.
Like that certain Student Council President I've known.
She, by herself, is a perfect portrayal of what the words 'perfect model student' is all about.
But that idea made me ask myself.
Is there really a thing such as 'perfect' in this world?
The winter night was chilly, and as the room's window was left open, the temperature slipped and fell headfirst. I was kneeling down, collar being held by this obnoxious monster. I'm choking my throat out as this idiot doesn't know that humans choke whenever you held them by the collar. This monster, however, is a girl. A girl that I knew, perhaps not 'that' well. But I still knew her.
Anyone, who was attending this school with fully-functioning eyes would never fail to know her.
The former student council president, Shiromeguri Meguri.
The comfy-looking third year student of Sobu, showered with praises left and right by the teachers. The one entitled by a ton of student awards.
There's going to be a really long list of great things I can share about her.
Though all of those doesn't matter now as what's in front of me is not the senpai I've known.
"Oh god," the one holding my collar cursed silently. "Damnit, I thought I locked the door."
She looked troubled, even panicked. I don't know why, but I somehow got pissed.
Why indeed?
Ah, right.
I'm the one who's supposed to be panicking, damnit!
I gathered my balls and decided to call out her attention, "H-hey."
But my will was for naught as she shut me up almost instantly, "Shut up, will you?"
I'm the one who's a true advocate of 'gender-equality', though by some moments, I want to admonish my dominance as a man. And that's why, by this moment, I'd like to question my position in the male hierarchy as I swallowed my pride head on and zipped my mouth.
Then, as if on cue, the woman before me started muttering to herself, "Please, t-this isn't happening."
Hot tears start welling in her eyes as she saw the bloody limp body lying on the floor, "Oh god no, not again."
She looked at me, then touched her face unconsciously, "He even saw my face."
"Curse all the deities, I'm so screwed," she added.
I have a lot of questions.
A lot, as in if you're going to ask me to write a list, that list will surely stretch from here straight to my room. Questions revolving around; "What's she doing here?", "Why is she attacking me?", and "What's up with the dead body?".
But regardless of all those random questions, a single one reached the topmost.
The most intriguing hit me like a smack in the gut.
Is she the one who did all this?
But even before I could ask my question vocally, she spoke, "Should I just kill him?"
Damn, that was not a very good joke.
"R-right, maybe I'll just dispose you somewhere where the doves couldn't see you!"
It's creepy, I'll say. The way she looked desperate just to get herself out of this. She's sweating profusely, as if scared of something. Though she's hiding that fact with that sickly smile on her face.
"Yeah-yeah, that's it!" she exclaimed. "How could I not have thought of that?"
You know? 'Reaching conclusions' is supposed to be a state of mental enlightenment, it is a blessing for anyone with rational thinking. Though by this moment, as I looked upon this woman grinning maniacally, I realized:
Insane people reaching conclusions were never a good thing.
"Just a quick snap in the neck will do the trick... probably."
"I still have no idea what I should do with you, but eh, I'll work you out as soon as I'm finished with her."
She began tracing her fingers across my neck.
They're cold, just like a dead one's.
Will mine's going to be like these too?
Cold and lifeless?
I don't even know by now. My brain went a complete shutdown, and even the rational reasoning of defending myself never occurred to me.
In a room, tinged with the filthy smell of blood, I'll die.
Pretty cool, at least.
I closed my eyes as I faced this tragic fate in front of me.
I have no idea why, but I can somehow assume that I'll never win with her whether if I retaliate or not.
She seemed… different.
Almost not human.
I clicked my tongue in irritation as I this thought crossed my mind.
I just got discharged from a hospital, for crying out loud, and now this?
Man, talk about bullshit.
I looked at her, remorse painted in my eyes, because that's the only thing I can do.
Then the last thing I remember is a sound of someone's snickering, as if gleeful of my demise.
The world completely went blank after that.
She'll kill him.
No, she had to kill him.
He saw everything, even her face.
Then after that, just another little push and she'll surely fall off the cliff.
The doves will find out, and then she, along with her Otou-san, will be executed.
No, she doesn't want that. She never wanted that.
She'll do whatever it takes to not let her father face all those sadness ever again.
That's why, she had to kill him, and then dispose his body where no one can see it.
She'll clean everything up and just live the life of a 'civilized ghoul' like her father.
Yes, that'll be great.
As long as she's with her Otou-san, everything will be just fine.
Meguri looked at the boy she's strangling, guilt apparent in her moist eyes. She doesn't want to do this, but the circumstances are pinning her down to the ground, helpless.
I'm sorry, I have no other choice.
Readying the right amount of force to do a quick snap on his neck, she inhaled a deep breath.
She doesn't want to hurt him, so she'll make it as quick as possible.
But before she could even move, her arms stiffened. The neck she's currently holding is vibrating, and out came the sound of sniggering.
".. .hehehe."
There're only two people here, three if you counted the dead one in. But she wasn't laughing; same goes for the bloody corpse lying on the background.
Then that means...
"HAHAHAHAHA!HAHAH"
The one she is holding by the neck is laughing maniacally, no two ways about it. He's still looking down, but she can see his body shaking like mad. This spectacle scared Meguri so much that she had to let go of him and back away.
Then, as the one keeping him up let go, he lost his balance and fell down.
But fear not, he didn't stop laughing.
Meguri fell on her backside, as fear crept through her legs. She'd never seen anything like 'this' before;
The complete visualization of madness.
But that's not the thing that's troubling her completely; as this person felt like a different one from before; a complete spin of 180. Earlier, he looked so scared, even ready to piss himself. But now, she can't mentally grasp anything, as she couldn't believe how the tables had turned.
At this moment, she's the one who's scared.
She'd no longer got the strength to look up, as she's afraid that she'll faint if she did.
But at that moment, the laughing stopped.
A deafening silence ate the room.
Should I look up? she asked herself. Maybe he passed out?
But then, right before she could even raise her head to assure her assumptions, she felt it;
Hot breath connecting with her exposed forehead.
It took a lot of effort on her to stop herself from screaming by this point.
She can feel it; he's right in front of her, breathing raggedly. She's so scared it made her body stiffen. There's no way the thought of being 'this' scared to a mere human ever crossed her mind.
She sighed to herself as she thought of it.
It's like that time, when 'kaa-san is getting killed by the doves in front of me.
Truly pathetic.
I just stood there, petrified, not able to do anything.
As she grew up, she stayed the same, fearing everything, even her own self. Afraid that she might hurt anyone whenever she lost control. Afraid of getting hurt, because she knew, that even if she fought with all her might, she'll never win.
She's weak, after all.
Too weak that her father and his colleagues always had to clean up after her mess.
Too weak that she can't even control herself, resulting to the death of an innocent.
Too weak that she's just looking down, crying, as the one she's supposed to kill is sizing her up.
Karma, isn't it?
She sighed as she looked up, surrendering to her fate.
If I died here, then Otou-san won't have to worry about me anymore.
That thought will at least be her salvation.
With her resolve steeled, she looked at her 'prey'.
But then, she gasped as she looked at him.
No, she didn't gasp.
She screamed.
His skin was pale as sheet, and his hot breath's steaming across her face.
But all of those trivialities doesn't matter compared to the one she's focusing at.
His eyes, dead like a rotten fish's, had one of its sclera colored pitch black. Red strings of nerves are popping out, showing the intense flow of blood. And his pupil, a red dot over the mass of black is twitching, as if eager to come out.
There's no mistaking it, it's a kakugan.
Though there's one catch, "A one-eyed?"
"Hehehe... hahahaha!" he laughed, showing the veins on his throat.
"Every minute..." he muttered inaudibly. "Every hour..."
"They never stopped!" he shouted. "He never stopped!"
"What are you sayin-" she started, but a strong impact connected with her body and she's blown away.
"I begged every moment…" she heard sobbing as she's shaking her head from falling.
It's great that she'd fallen beyond the stack of boxes here. After she collected herself, she looked to the trouble she had to deal with.
No, 'trouble's an understatement. More like a 'mess'.
He's thrashing, sobbing while grinning maniacally.
He'd lost it, she thought to herself.
"I'll never... ahaha," he laughed between sobs, making him look like a lunatic. "I'll never die again!"
What is he saying? she asked herself, panicking. He's not making any sense!
"No no no, I won't ahahaha!" he continued laughing.
He looked at her, eyes blank like a doll's, then asked, "Do you know how it feels to have your stomach ripped open?"
"Over,"
"And over,"
"And over,"
"Agai-, "but he didn't get the chance to finish his question, as the door opened, revealing a figure of a man in security uniform.
"What was that nois- wait, Meguri?" he asked as she looked at her, dumbfounded.
"A-akimitsu-san?" she responded as she recognized the man.
Akimitsu looked at her, then his line of sight changed course to the crumpled gore on the background, "Good lord."
"Don't tell me," he choked. "Not again."
Meguri looked down guiltily, sorrow evident in her eyes, "I lost c-control... again."
But as she finished talking, as if not wanting to be ignored, the boy ran onto Akimitsu with a glint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Aaaaaargh!" he shouted as he jump onto him, jaws barred and ready to bite.
Akimitsu dodged him skillfully and put his neck on a deadlock. He then looked at Meguri and asked, "And who is this young man?"
"H-he saw me earlier, as I'm in 'that' state," she explained. "He became like' that' the moment I tried to… kill him."
"Goodness, Meguri," the old man put a palm in his face as he sighed. "Trying to kill, for that reason, of all things."
"I-I don't know what else to do," she explained as she bowed her head. "I-I'm sorry."
As they were talking, the man being restrained by Akimitsu suddenly shouted like a banshee. Then with a strength that shocked the hell out of the old man, he threw Akimitsu off.
"I will not die again!" he shouted, "Never again!"
He's in a complete helpless state, judging by what Akimitsu was seeing.
He's lost control over himself, he thought. No, wait.
He saw it, his eyes, and his kakugan.
"Oh, for goodness sake," he gasped. "A one-eyed."
Akimitsu looked at Meguri, "I'll try to restrain him, just stay back."
"He doesn't have a kagune on, so I suppose I can handle him myself," he added.
Akimitsu ran to the rampaging boy, activating his own kagune; a tentacle-like appendage shaped like a sword that's extending from the middle of his back to his left arm.
Evading the forceful blows from the thrashing boy in in front of him, he slashed his kagune straight to the boy's stomach, rendering it slit open.
"Ueegh," the boy grunted in pain as liters of blood began to flow from his damaged insides.
"That'll do the trick," Akimitsu told Meguri. "I didn't slash too hard, but that'll at least restrain him down."
The old man's assumptions were true, as the boy fell to his knees, "No, I won't let you..."
"Not again, please... don't hurt me," he said one last time as Akimitsu walked to his direction.
"Rest easy now, young man," he said as he laid him down on the back. "No one's going to hurt you anymore."
As the boy heard that, as if assured by the old man's words, he laid on the cold floor and started snoring like an infant without a care in the world.
Akimitsu looked at Meguri, "That's some really strong friend you got there, he even managed to throw me off."
Meguri looked confused for a second, "We're not exactly 'friends'."
"Oh," Akimitsu widened his eyes. "So you don't know that he's a ghoul?"
"Not to mention a 'one-eyed'?" he added.
Meguri nodded in affirmation, "I only knew that he's a ghoul just now. I honestly had no idea."
Akimitsu smiled at her, "Then that's one problem down for you, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," he said as he pointed at the corpse lying on the ground. "If he's a ghoul himself, then he got no choice but to keep this 'little secret' of yours."
Meguri looked at the limp body lying lifeless and said, "I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now."
"Well, mind explaining to me what happened then?" he told her as he sat on a nearby box.
She looked hesitant at first, but then decided to sit beside the old man and inhaled a deep breath.
"I lost control," said Meguri hesitantly. "Again."
The old man put a finger to his bearded chin, "Just like your mother, I see."
"I always have to clean up after her," he added. "Maybe you really inherited her 'binge-eating tendencies'."
"I'm r-really sorry for always causing trouble for you," Meguri apologized with tears falling down her cheeks. "T-this time's different though, I'm sure the CCG will find out about this."
"And I'm going to be in trouble," she sobbed, "Along with father."
Akimitsu hated seeing Meguri like this; he had worked for the Shiromeguris for so long, and it's very rare to see his master's daughter in a depressed state. Even after her mother's tragic death, she took it really well, for the sake of her father.
The old man inhaled the cold air and called her, "Meguri."
He took a nearby box and opened it, showing a bunch of spare gym clothes. He handed it to her and said, "Change into this."
"Then after you got home, burn all of your blood-soaked uniform," he added.
"Thank you," Meguri thanked him sincerely. "What about you?"
Akimitsu sighed as she looked at her. Then she patted her head, "I'm going to clean everything up."
Those words sent a lump on Meguri's lungs that she got trouble breathing, "N-no, you don't mean."
Akimitsu stood up, waving his hands off Meguri. He walked to the nearby window and opened it fully, letting the full blow of the night breeze come in.
"You remember that moment when the CCG raided the Shiromeguri Manor?" he asked. "I did my best to protect the house, but I was just too weak."
He looked at the window with a smile on his face, "But as I'm about to get killed, Urie-sama came out of nowhere and played the part of the 'hero'."
"That time, I thought," he added. "He's so cool! So I might as well praise him after the battle was over."
Then suddenly, his smile faltered, "But as I'm walking down the hall, thinking that the mess was done..."
"I saw him," he choked. "Crying over Ai-sama's dead body."
Like a withered tree left on by time, the old man's sorrowful face stared through the ink-streaked sky.
"And at the same time, I realized," he looked at Meguri. "If only he didn't bother to save this old man's life, your mother would still be alive by now."
He knelt down, and then put his head on the floor, as if kissing it, "I'm so sorry."
Meguri choked her sobs. She can't bring herself to hate this man, he'd already become a second father-figure to her. All those times that her father can't attend his duties, he'll be there. Even though it's been long since the Shiromeguri clan had fallen, he stayed with them.
"You don't have to apologize, Akimitsu-san," said Meguri. "It's never your fault."
But the man wasn't listening, as he's busy reciting all the things he wanted to say, "All my life, I'm embedded with guilt every time I see the people I'm serving wearing such tragic faces."
"That's why," he looked at Meguri, eyes bloodshot from crying. "This time, I'll make sure to atone for everything."
"I'll take all the blame and let you live a peaceful life along with Urie-sama," he added.
Meguri's head was blank, and she can't utter anything.
"This'll be my last service for the Shiromeguris," he said as he stood up and bowed. "It's my great honor to be of service to such a great family."
Meguri wanted to complain, to stop him, but she knew that this old man never wavers with his decisions. Back in that time on, he even sweared to give his life for their sake.
By which he was doing now.
She knows that she can never stop this old man, so all she could do was hug him. Tightly.
"N-no," she squeezed between her burst of tears. "It's 'our' honor to be served by a great man like you."
"I promise…" she added in a voice the old man couldn't hear. "I'll do whatever I can to save you."
Is there such thing as 'unfortunate' in this world?
Talking about experience, I can say there wasn't. They may be right, saying that we live in an unfortunate world and being unlucky is inevitable. But if we are already unlucky from the beginning, why bother labeling people 'unfortunate' in the first place? Is it based in the amount of 'suffering' you're getting by being unfortunate? Or is it based on 'how bad' your situation is?
If that is, then I'll say that those bastards who made the concept of 'being unfortunate' are just damn hypocrites.
We are all unlucky, for god's sake. They are just labeling people as 'unfortunate' because they don't want to be labeled as one.
Now why I am ranting this nonsense?
I don't even know.
Maybe because I'm feeling 'unfortunate' myself.
The wind is cold, and my clothes are damp. Those are the only things that are registering in my throbbing head. I can't even open my eyes, as I'm afraid that my head will burst out its contents if I did.
I can somehow feel that I'm lying on a comfortable and fluffy surface.
Like a bed.
Did I collapse just now?
Feeling my head cautiously, I can assume that I must've hit my head as I fell down.
"Man, I feel like shit," I muttered as I visualize my pitiful state.
"Shit indeed," I suddenly heard a voice talk from afar.
I forcefully pried my eyes open, even though how much it hurt, then quickly sprung my feet up.
All my efforts evaporated like a mist as my legs lost all energy and I fell down again.
"Don't force yourself, you just got conscious," the 'voice' told me in a consoling way. "Just lie down for a bit there, okay? I think a must've brought a change of clothes here."
"Shut up, you bitch!" I exclaimed as I heard someone gasp.
Why am I angry, you ask?
Well it's no biggie, actually. It's just that the one talking with me just now is the one who tried to kill me earlier.
Not a big deal, right?
"Okay, I know you're mad, but please calm down for now, okay?"
"Ahaha… you're asking me to be calm?" I asked in a 'calm' tone. "Calm?"
"DIDN'T YOU JUST TRIED TO KILL ME EARLIER!"
The moment I shouted that, I heard it, those sobbing sounds, "I-I d-didn't meant to d-do that…"
I craned my neck I as looked at her while lying down. There she is, sitting by the nearby sofa with her head bowed down. She looked… 'sorrowful'. I don't know the norm, but aren't killers supposed to act crazy? She's sobbing, and I don't know how to deal with 'this' type of lunatic.
Not that I know how to deal with any type, but eh, whatever.
Maybe she's one of those 'tragic-angsty' types? The one who kills their victims then mourns over their graves?
Man, that was some serious fetish.
She just continued sobbing, and judging by the fact that she's in a distracted notion, this'll be a great time for me to do my sneaky escape.
But on the matter of escaping, that made me wonder.
Where am I?
I'm lying on a bed covered in a bath towel I doesn't recognize. An unfamiliar room, most likely a females ones…
Oh fuck.
"H-hey," I frantically called her. "Just where the hell am I?"
I already had my assumptions, and mind you, they weren't pleasant. But I'm afraid that I'll die of anxiety if I didn't ask so I just did.
She instantly stopped bawling her eyes out as she heard me. She looked at my direction with red eyes, streaked with tears then answered my question wearily, "Y-you're currently in my, uh… in my… apartment."
Oh fuck indeed.
"So you're saying," I said as I cautiously sit up from the bed I'm lying at. "Is that you took me to your flat while I'm unconscious?"
She looked like she has something to say for a moment but just nodded, "Y-yes."
I inhaled a deep breath and asked, "F-for what reason, might I ask?"
Torture, human trafficking, cannibalism. Open your god damn eyes, Hachiman. Whatever she's going to say whenever she opens that damned mouth of hers, you know it wasn't going to be music to your ears.
Sigh.
Mum, dad, may you live happier without a deadbeat son.
Komachi, everything I own now belongs to you, though I wish of you to clear my PC's browser history before you use it; for my dignity and your sake.
As I'm busy writing my mental note of last wills, the girl before me stood up and handed me a pair of clothes, "You're gravely injured earlier, so I have no other choice but to take you with me. I have some unisex clothes here; I suppose you could use these for now."
Gravely injured, huh?
My line of sight changed course from the pair of clothes I'm holding to the entity in front of me. My look's doubtful- very doubtful. This woman just tried to kill me earlier, not to mention that I have these crippling suspicions of her killing that poor girl back at school. Not to be cowardly, but I at least have a reasonable excuse to be wary of her, don't I?
I decided to play it cool for now, and told her to look away.
She might be a lunatic, but she's still a girl.
As I looked to my torso to unbutton my shirt, I saw the clothes I'm wearing.
Did I just say that my uniform's damp? Hell yeah, it is. But not from water.
But from blood.
What the fuck?
"W-what is this?" I choked while pointing at my blood-drenched school coat.
Many assumptions are crossing my mind, but all of them are just useless. I need to find something that'll give me an idea of what happened. I tried looking at her, who's in a comfortable pair of pajamas. No matter how many times I looked at it, there's this sickly looking slit opened wide on the side of my stomach.
I must've had a very horrified expression as the woman in front of me began to explain in much panicked manner, "T-that can't be helped!"
"It looks like it had healed now though, s-so please don't worry," she added desperately.
Yeah right, I only had a gaping hole in my school uniform, not to mention I'm freaking soaked with blood.
No need to worry, right?
"Okay," I said in a voice I believed to be authoritative. "I'll change into these, but I'll have you explain everything as I'm finished."
She looked frightened first after my change of tone, but she just nodded, "A-alright."
I told her to look away again as I began unbuttoning my shirt; quickly, as I don't want to bask in the sight of my blood soaked uniform. After I finished undressing my upper part, I slipped my torso to the shirt I was given.
Is it just me or did girl's clothes naturally smell good? Are they putting perfume on it before they store it or what? Maybe they're using some kind of a fabric conditioner or something-
Oh damnit.
Out of the gutter, Hachiman!
I quickly changed my clothes as I don't want my thoughts to drift into those 'unnecessary' destinations. I told her that she can look now as I'm already finished.
She blushed as she saw me, "Oh…"
I know I'm sorry. I know it's weird to see someone like me wearing your clothes.
I'm really sorry for letting you see such a disgusting sight. May this not haunt you on your dreams.
Oh wait.
Actually, screw that, imprint this to your god damn memory. I wish of you to have a nightmare because of this.
One less crazy person in this world because of me.
After restraining myself from doing the infamous Harlem Shake just to make it even more disgusting, l looked at her with admonishing eyes and said, "I'm done changing."
The ex-president in front of me inhaled a deep breath and placed a chair in front of me.
"So," she started. "What do you want to know first, Hikigaya-kun?"
So she knew me all along huh? I thought as I started lining up my barrage of questions.
"Where are we?" I asked.
I know that this is her apartment, but who knows? Maybe this is in some other part of Japan.
"We're just two blocks away from Sobu," she answered. "My father let me have an apartment close to the school after I finished my first year."
Not too far, huh? Well that's good.
One question down, a lot more to go.
"Now," I initiated. "Care explaining why I'm drenched in blood?"
That's what I really love to know, as I don't have any wounds, not to mention bruises on.
"Y-you," she stuttered. "You really don't remember?"
"I won't be asking you if I do," I responded begrudgingly.
The moment I said that, she looked at me weirdly, "You really don't?"
"…" I looked at her with a deadpan expression, the one which says, "I'll kill you if you ask me that again."
"Alright," she inhaled a deep breath. "This may sound weird to you as you're saying that you can't remember."
"But I'll explain anyway," she added.
"Go on," I persuaded her.
"Those blood you got on your body," she started. "Are yours."
I looked at her, gob smacked, "You're kidding, right?"
"No, I'm not."
"But I don't have any wounds on," I pointed at my torso. "You can't be right."
"I know it's confusing, but let me explain from the beginning," she told me.
I really want to clarify her point but I realized that it's better if she just started from the beginning, "Okay."
"How should I say this," she trailed off. "Okay, let's start by explaining what ghouls are."
"What the- what's that got to do with this?" I choked, flabbergasted. Is it some modus to make me forget what you've just done earlier? Because if it is, then I wanted to tell you it wasn't working.
"Everything," she answered simply. "So if you'll please shut your mouth for a second then I'll tell you everything."
I swallowed my retort as I shut my mouth.
"Good," she said. "Now, ghouls, they are beings who looked like humans, though with a little enhancements."
"They've got improved reflexes and whatnots, they're like superhumans if you like to think it that way."
"Though there's one catch," she continued. "Ghouls can only eat humans."
The moment she said that, I stood up, bowed my head and turned to leave, "You're story is quite impressive, I'll be taking my leave now."
"W-wait!" she pleaded. "I'm not making stories. Please sit down for now, okay? I promise I'll tell you everything as soon as I finished getting this out of the way."
I'm a bit reluctant but I still complied and sat down.
She heaved a sigh and continued, "So, as I'm saying, ghouls can only eat humans as nourishment, and they'll go crazy if they didn't eat for a long time."
"Okay, I know this may sound crazy but," she hesitated at first but inhaled a long breath and decided to continue. "I, Shiromeguri Meguri, am a ghoul."
"I'm not supposed to attack humans like what I did earlier, but I have a really bad case."
"I got binge-eating tendencies. It means that whenever I got hungry, I'll lose control over my head and the last thing I'll know, is that I'd hurt someone while trying to find something to eat. "
She bowed down while stifling sobs, "J-just like what happened earlier."
My mind wandered back to that room. That place where I saw that poor girl lying lifeless on the ground.
"Okay," I said after not talking for a while. "Let us say that I believe this 'story' you were saying,"
"Then what's that got to do with my blood-soaked clothes?" I asked.
"I'm getting there," she said. "What happened is, you suddenly barged in the room as I-I I'm…"
"As you're doing the 'ghoul necessities'," I suggested.
She looked down again after I said that, "Y-yes."
"Now as I'm saying, I saw you there, then I panicked,"
"Then after that," she continued. "I lost my rationality and decided to kill you."
I swallowed audibly as I reaffirmed my thoughts. As of now, all of what she'd said was connecting by what happened earlier. If she's making all this out, then I'd liked to give her an award for an outstanding story created on the spot.
She looked at me again before asking, "You really don't what happened next?"
"I'll smack your head if you ask me that again," I spat back.
She started fidgeting after I said that, "O-okay then."
"You know," she started. "The moment I tried to strangle your neck to you know… um, kill you,"
She looked at me straight in the eyes, "You started laughing."
Okay, now this is getting confusing.
Why the fuck would I laugh?
I'm freaking dying for god lord's sake, why would I?
I looked at her with disbelieving eyes but she just responded it with a determined look on her face, "I'm not having you on, it's all true, I swear on my family name."
I don't give a damn about your family name.
"It got me kind of scared too," she added. "You looked totally crazy."
"That's rich coming from you, miss normal," I told her sarcastically.
"Now," I added. "What's my laughing got to do with the blood?"
As I asked that, as if a light bulb suddenly illuminated in her head, her eyes widen with a curious glint on them, "Before that, can I ask you something?"
I face palmed myself as she asked that, "Aren't you asking already?"
"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Say, Hikigaya- kun,"
"Did you know that you're a ghoul?"
TBC
Notes: Hey there, I'm back. It's been, what it's like? More than two weeks? I know, I'm not that 'great' to set deadlines to myself, but putting my mind's perspective on that of a reader's, I can say that two weeks of waiting really sucks.
Now, what happened in that two weeks?
Well, if you don't mind, let me share what happened in my holidays.
I got sick, like 'super'. It's probably great that I'm a longhand bastard so I already written down in a notebook my ideas before I got sick, because honestly, just looking at my PC's monitor made me want to puke all of my intestines out. Three days passed, and I was forced to celebrate my new year in a hospital bed.
Yes, I got hospitalized, for the very first time.
You know that sickness those goddam mosquitoes had in their butts? Yeah, that 'Dengue' one.
I was close to dying for good lord's sake.
I first thought that it's just a normal fever so I shrugged it off, but my mum insisted on checking up a doctor. So, by then, as they took me a blood sample for a test, we found out that my blood platelet count was dropping. The doctors told me that the boundary platelet count for my age is 150.
And guess what? I got 121 on my results.
I got confined for two days and it dropped even more.
112.
I was so scared, to be honest, because on the fourth day, the deities might have cursed me and my platelet count dropped into a god damn 98.
I was bleeding. My nose, my ears.
I was so scared for fuck's sake.
Good thing the doctor told us that we can somehow save me by blood transfusion. My blood's compatible with my dad's so there's no problem, he gladly donated. Though it's not sure that I'll get better. I'll also share that this 'Dengue' thingy doesn't have a cure here in my country at the moment. Hydration and proper eating will be my only hope.
But, as if hearing my silent wishes of not dying in the mere age of 18, fate seemed to notice me and decided to help me out.
On my sixth day at the hospital, the doctor told me that my blood platelet count rose to 157.
Another day and I got 198.
Thank all the god's in the heavens, my friends, I was safe.
So now, even though it's short, I'd liked to present you the chapter four (part one) of this story. My plan was to finish the whole chapter off before I post it, but that'll take even longer so I decided to cut it into two parts.
Don't worry, I'm now working on the second part, please look forward to it.
As always, thank you for all the reviews, they inspire me.
Thank you for reading and I'll see you again in the next part.