Thicker than Blood
Chapter 7
The Sister Begins
Chiyuki looked at the councilor with a stern expression on her face. Returning the look, lips curled, the councilor repeated his earlier sentiments.
"You do not have the money for UA, Chiyuki-kun. Please consider taking more exams this year." he said slowly. He had his hand resting on top of the paper she had handed in with her top schools and the exams she would be taking. Written, in neat light blue letters, was UA and that was it. Every other spot was blank.
Shaking her head stubbornly, Chiyuki told him, "I will go to UA."
"UA only accepts the top percentage-"
Chiyuki cut him off with a snap, "Look at my grades."
With a grunt the councilor retorted, "Look at the finances."
"My brother said-"
"I don't care what your brother said," the councilor cut her off this time, rubbing his temple in aggravation, "Your brother works in a garage. He can hardly afford to send you to even a relatively nice high school."
"Then help me find scholarships." Chiyuki frowned, "They have to offer something. There are recommendation students that go there, correct? How do I get a recommendation?"
"That is likely an arduous process and students who are enrolled through recommendations into UA are likely from families with money or who have connections with one of the top heroes." the councilor explained tersely, "You wouldn't catch the eye of anyone even with a quirk like yours."
Chiyuki shifted, red eyes calculating, "Can I apply for financial aid with the school?"
"Chiyuki-kun, give up on this." the councilor stressed, "No one can help you. Not me. Not your brother. Not the principal. No one."
Grabbing her bag and standing up, Chiyuki glared down at the man and huffed, "I will help myself then. I am getting into UA and I will find a way to pay the tuition."
"Chiyuki-kun sit down we aren't done here." the councilor demanded. Chiyuki rolled her eyes at him and turned around, ignoring the looks the rest of the teachers were giving her as she stormed through the office towards the door.
"Chiyuki-kun!" the councilor shouted, "Sit down!"
"Why bother! You're useless!" Chiyuki shouted back, opening the door and slamming it behind her.
She nearly ran down the hall, storming past a few bewildered underclassmen who had all but leapt out of her way. Turning into the karate club Chiyuki dropped her bag and demanded, "Who wants to fight me?"
All the underclassmen scrambled away while her fellow yearmates sighed. They seemed to communicate silently, using their eyes to say they did not want to do it.
Reluctantly one of the boys offered, "I will. Just let me put some gear on."
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Getting home after beating the snot out of everyone in the club, with a few apologies afterwards, Chiyuki dropped her school bag to empty out all the schoolwork. She kept a notebook and some writing utensils before she promptly left again and headed towards the library. She checked into a computer there and pulled up information on UA.
The website didn't really give her what she wanted so she searched up things like 'How to get into UA on recommendation' and 'Does UA offer financial aid?' but the searches only gave a little information. The school offered scholarships for talented students, notably a principal's one that would cover a grand portion of the money, and a few smaller ones. To apply you first had to be accepted to the school with a high score on the entrance exam.
Leaning back, Chiyuki calculated the finances. She had saved up all her allowances, all her earned money from commissions, and she would be able to potentially help cover some cost. It wouldn't be enough for even a year, but anything would help her brother. She considered what other jobs she could find but that search came back null as well.
Turning big eyes to the librarian who had been there ever since Chiyuki read the entire light novel section when she learned to read, Chiyuki requested, "Are there any jobs here I could do?"
Considering Chiyuki, the librarian sighed, "Chiyuki-san, not that I wouldn't trust you, but there are no jobs here for young girls."
"Please? I can file books, clean, teach the childrens classes, anything." Chiyuki pouted, "I need money to help pay for high school."
Sighing again, the librarian leaned over the counter. Chiyuki could feel the moment the librarian placed her quirk around them, a soft barrier flashing before disappearing.
"Legally, I can't offer you a job here. But I know you have your heart set on UA and I know you're reliable. So I will look for something for you." the librarian uttered softly, despite her quirk completely soundproofing their space.
"Thank you so much." Chiyuki bowed her head, and the librarian smiled.
When Chiyuki returned a few days later the librarian offered her a paper, barrier in place as she told her, "I asked around and a friend of mine is willing to have you clean dishes at a cafe. Another friend of mine is looking for someone who will tutor her son."
"Perfect! Are these their numbers?" Chiyuki beamed.
The librarian nodded, "I'm sure they will love you."
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Tutoring was just after club, and luckily rather close to the school. Chiyuki tutored the boy in first year middle school subjects and when his dad found out she was a top student in the karate club, he was willing to pay more if she helped him on weekends with karate. That job made some money, but the money really came from the other job.
The first day Chiyuki met her boss at the cafe, both had a bit of a strange impression of the other.
Chiyuki, who was of the opinion the man in front of her was rather odd to be the manager of a theme cafe on the edge of the yasui district, didn't voice her opinion. The man on the other hand leered down at Chiyuki, rubbed his chin thoughtfully and said, "You are absolutely going to be a looker."
From behind, a busty woman grabbed him by the short ponytail on the back of his head. Shoving him back into the maid cafe the woman told Chiyuki, "Don't listen to Juzou. He's our cook. I'm the manager and co-owner, Kasagiri."
"Nice to meet you." Chiyuki bowed her head and Kasagiri grinned, remarking something about Chiyuki being unaffected before pulling her into the cafe and through the decorated inside. Behind the counter they entered the kitchen where Juzou was tying an apron on. He grinned at the two but Kasagiri sent him a nasty look in return.
"Okay Akaguro-chan, since you're technically not supposed to be working as a middle schooler, you will only be working back here. You will wash dishes, assist Juzou if he requires any helping with the food, and you will keep things tidy back here. If you work well I have more things for you to do." Kasagiri explained as she shifted through a closet before dropped a folded shirt onto Chiyuki's head, followed by an apron.
Chiyuki pulled the button up shirt on over her school uniform and when she was almost done tying the apron, Kasagiri gave her a pair of gloves she could use to wash dishes without drying out her hands. She was instructed to use hot water and wash as the dishes came in, hand drying them and placing them in the drying rack. If she had time, she could line them up for Juzou.
The first day went well. Chiyuki was focused on washing dishes and listening as Juzou either told stories to her or talked aloud to himself as he cooked. At the end of her shift, which ended at nine, Juzou called her a good kid and gave her an extra pudding to take with her. Kasagiri gave her a thumbs up when she passed her on her way out, and Chiyuki felt pretty good about her job as a dish washer.
Chiyuki arrived home, did her homework, and was asleep before her brother stopped in at eleven to check on her before going to his night shift.
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Chizome came home at about 3am one night. He dropped his bag under his bed softly so as not to wake Chiyuki. She was snoring lightly from the dry air in the room and Chizome watched her for a moment. He took in the calmness of the room and just closed his eyes to listen to her breathe. He felt the tension in his body slowly fade away and he crouched down, sidling up to the edge of Chiyuki's futon.
Leaning over her Chizome examined her face.
He felt something warm in his chest and he gently reached out to touch her face. But he stopped, hovering over her pale skin. His hand trembled and he pulled back. His hands were stained, he reminded himself. He didn't deserve to touch her.
As he retracted his hand he paused again.
Inhaling, Chizome reached forward and gently pat Chiyuki's hair. He felt the soft, loose strands and he let out the breath he had been holding. Pulling back his hand Chizome observed Chiyuki. Her face was starting to become sharper and she was starting to resemble him a little bit more. Her cheek bones were high and her face narrow, but he thought that she luckily resembled their mother more than him or their father. She had more softness in her, especially with the stubborn baby fat that was still clinging strong.
Chizome leaned his head down and felt Chiyuki's favorite mint green blanket on his forehead. It was soft, like Chiyuki liked it, and Chizome remembered walking through the store and feeling every single blanket to find the softest one for her. He stayed there for a few minutes, just listening to Chiyuki breathe some more. Then he stood up, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door silently behind him.
He leaned over the sink and peered at himself in the mirror. He was paler now since he slept during the day for the most part. His eyes looked sunken and a little bloodshot. He turned the water on to scalding and stuck his hands under. He felt the burn but was really disassociating for the most part. His hands looked blood red as he stared but eventually he pulled them back out. They were pink and hurt a little but Chizome just wiped them on a towel and started to get ready to shower and then go to bed for a few hours until he woke up to see Chiyuki off in the morning.
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Chiyuki was in class one morning when it felt like her world broke.
"Did you hear about that new villain? The hero killer?"
The words had been whispered between two boys in the class during lunch. They had been discussing heroes and villains, as both were aspiring heroes, but Chiyuki didn't care about the rest of the conversation. She tried to force a neutral expression but she could feel her eyes watering and her face scrunching up. She was going to ugly cry, or scream. She wasn't sure which.
There was no way that wasn't her brother, right? There was no way there would be two hero killers in Hosu.
Chiyuki almost tripped out of her desk. She tossed her things into her bag roughly and peeled out of the classroom fast enough that a few whispers followed her exit. Chiyuki hurried down the hall and hung her head, ripping out her hair tie so that her hair could cover her face. She ran outside and passed a few people eating lunch on the benches. She ran to the side of the building and with little issue, scaled the fence wall and hopped the fence. Landing on the other side, Chiyuki ran.
She just ran without any particular thought towards where. She ended up at the cemetery, which she thought was fitting and ironic, and she slowed her pace as she found the grave of both her parents. Akaguro Chiyu and Nozome were usually something Chiyuki thought of once a year when she and Chizome visited the grave. In recent years Chiyuki and Chizome had been rather busy and Chiyuki couldn't remember the last time she had been at the grave.
She knelt, her body trembling as she tried to rationalize.
"I know," Chiyuki began quietly, "That I have been avoiding this problem. For years. That every time I considered it I just, I just pushed it down to the back of my mind."
The grave seemed unbudging, judging her coldly, and Chiyuki laughed bitterly, "Living a second life didn't fix my tendency to avoid things I don't want to think about."
Breathing deeply and trying to calm down, Chiyuki half sobbed as she growled, "I, I feel so conflicted. I should have stopped this. I, fuck."
Chiyuki was lost in thought for what felt like hours. She stayed there, crouching with her legs going numb as she stared blankly at the head stone. She tried to decide what she could do. In the end, Chiyuki stood up and walked to work. Her mind was still a mess and she didn't know if she would be able to look at her brother without crying for the next few days. Or maybe even for the rest of her life.
But she knew that UA was still the best thing she could do in this situation and she needed money for that. So she withdrew within herself, pushing her problems into the back of her mind as best she could, and she walked to work with a ghastly expression.
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Juzou noticed something wasn't right. The man was weird, but he was observant when it came to people. He eyed Chiyuki as she silently washed dishes without the usual care she put into making sure they were immaculate. She worked robotically with surprisingly even movements that were tight and controlled. Her face was pulled firmly into one serious expression that Juzou couldn't put a measure on.
Something had definitely happened with his favorite middle schooler. Well, the only middle schooler he knew. Juzou didn't particularly like anyone under the age of eighteen, with his dishwasher being the sole exception.
When a lull in cooking came, Juzou sidled up to the white haired girl and leaned over her to observe her washing. He knew she absolutely hated when he did this, especially since the girl was rather tall and was used to towering over others her age. But Juzou was quirk tall, having the ability to stretch his limbs which made him great for working in a kitchen on his own. He could reach things quickly, efficiently, and the only reason he didn't dislike having Chiyuki in the room was because she kept to her space and put things back here they belonged. Juzou wasn't happy that his little helper was in a mood because that both meant she stunk up the room with that mood, but also because she wasn't be as careful as usual and the parfait spoons did not go with the cake ones!
"Are you having boy troubles?" Juzou asked seriously.
Chiyuki paused in her washing, steadied herself, and replied, "Absolutely not."
"Oh, but it's a boy who's bothering you then. Is it your brother?" Juzou pressed. When there wasn't a response he knew he was right. Juzou hummed for a moment, "Is he being a helicopter brother?"
"...no." Chiyuki sighed, "Juzou-san, I would prefer you didn't press me on this issue."
"And I would prefer you call me Juzou, but that's apparently not happening." Juzou smiled, "If he isn't being a helicopter, is he not around enough?"
Chiyuki groused, "Drop it Juzou."
"Ooh." Juzou pulled his arms back and gave her a little bit of space. An order came in to the window and he threw his arm towards it, bending his other one in what Juzou thought was a very sassy pose, "Feisty, but I don't really want to drop it. You're clearly upset over something."
He skimmed the order he had grabbed quick and took both arms to reach for the materials he needed. Juzou was built sturdy and his quirk was a little unsettling because the amount he could stretch depended on his body mass. Watching some of his torso get pulled into his stretching arm was part terrifying and part grotesque. But not everyone had pretty quirks.
Juzou had to look over his shoulder to grab the milk jug but everything else he could get while trying to get his dish washer to tell him what was going on with her brother.
Chiyuki refused to look at him for awhile as he continued to prod. He tried different phrases, trying to get something out of her. But Chiyuki was stubborn, no specifics and more rebuttals than anything else. Finally having enough, Juzou cracked his neck and extended it, head coming to look her in the eyes.
"Oh shit." Juzou's head retracted with an unsettling snap, "Why are you crying and why are your tears kind of red?"
"Quirk." Chiyuki huffed, finally turning to look at him. Her eyes were rimmed with red and a trail of pink followed the curve of her face. She grabbed a hand towel to start drying as she looked at Juzou with a morose expression, "My brother is my business and not yours. Stop trying to get me to talk because all you're going to get is tears."
Frowning, Juzou said, "Chiyuki-chan, I haven't seen you like this before. Your arms are trembling."
Chiyuki looked at her arms. She put the glass she had been drying down and she took a sip of her thermos she always kept on the counter with her. She shrugged after a moment, "I'm allowed to have feelings, even if I don't always look emotional."
She turned to face Juzou firmly, stating, "I am not discussing this any more. Drop it or I'll tell Kasagiri-san you were saying lewd things about customers."
Juzou's draw dropped, and he sputtered for a moment, but he knew where he stood in the conversation. So he walked back to his part of the kitchen and went back to work while watching Chiyuki from the corner of his eye. For once, the kitchen was devoid of any conversation or humming.
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When Chizome got home that night to check on Chiyuki after his shift, the girl was still awake. Chizome let himself in quietly and walked towards the couch where she was curled up in her blanket watching the TV with an expression Chizome hadn't really ever seen her make.
"Chi-chan?" he whispered, squinting to see if her eyes were open and they were, reflecting the glow of the television, "Are you... okay?"
When a muffled grunt was the only answer Chizome walked closer. He sat on the couch next to her, pulling off his work shirt that had oil stains on it. The apartment was a little chilly in just his undershirt but he tugged on her blanket and she allowed him to scoot under it next to her. Dropping his head on top of hers he asked, "What's wrong, Chi-chan?"
"Meh." Chiyuki didn't react to his attempts to get a rise out of her. He ruffled her hair after picking up his head, he tried to get her to laugh when he took his cold hands and poked her with them. Chizome put the back of his hand to her forehead, frowning when it was warm but not warm enough to show signs of fever.
Chizome grabbed her hand and squeezed, "C'mon, tell me what's wrong?"
Finally Chiyuki turned to look at him. He winced when he saw the look in her eyes. She was looking more like him if you traded her obvious 'I've been crying' eyes for his 'I haven't been sleeping good' eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, began, but only got a noise out before she stopped herself. He let her take her time, considering what she should say.
She said, after a few minutes, "You."
"Me?" Chizome repeated as his heart beat stuttered for a moment, "What about me is wrong?"
Chiyuki looked away from him, eyeing the kotatsu instead, "What have you been doing, Nii-san? I miss you."
"I've been working to get you the tuition for UA." Chizome smiled, feeling sick as the lie sat in his heart and felt like it weighed him down, "Extra hard."
"Working. You work a day shift and a night shift. You go to the gym still?" Chiyuki didn't sound convinced and Chizome squashed down his sudden wish that his sister was just a little dumber, a little less observant. He loved his sister, he was doing everything for her. He shouldn't wish things upon her like that.
Chizome nodded, and it was true he went to the gym but the rest was twisted around, "I wake up with you and when you leave for school I nap until I go to the gym and then I go to work. I come back at eleven to check on you and rest for a bit before I go work the night shift."
"Okay." Chiyuki said. She sat up and took her blanket with her, wrapping it around her like a cloak. She walked over to her futon, dropped onto it and rolled into the center. Red eyes stared out at him and watched him as he moved around. He shut the TV off, made himself a sandwich that he ate as he started preparing for breakfast in the morning. He went in the bathroom and washed up a little, coming back out to pull a new work shirt on. He adjusted his hat and reached under his bed for his bag.
For good measure he replaced it with his day bag. Chiyuki was still awake, watching him as he walked towards the genkan to tie his shoes on. He knelt down and when he was ready he waved to Chiyuki, calling, "Goodnight. I'll be off now."
"Come home safe." Chiyuki replied softly, rolling over.
Chizome left.
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Chiyuki was more composed the next day. She had gotten in minor trouble for ditching in the middle of the day but Chiyuki bullshitted the excuse that she had been sick. She didn't look very good that day and her teacher did feel a bit bad for her, told her to feel better and to not just skip school again. It had been her first real offense as Chiyuki usually was quiet during the school day.
She went to work after club and things were quiet between her and Juzou. He made a few jokes but otherwise, things weren't quite like they usually were. Chiyuki's mood was a bit better so Juzou did try to talk a bit. The work shift went by quickly and Chiyuki made her way home. At home she washed up and did her homework while making dinner and eating. Once she was ready for bed she adjusted her blankets and plush animals but eyed her brother's futon for a bit.
Finally she slowly crouched down and reached under it. Pulling out the bag underneath she unzipped it and closed her eyes when she found an assortment of blades. She didn't want to mess with anything in the bag to alert her brother that she had gone through it, but she gingerly shifted it to find armor pieces and a red cloth mask. An interesting addition was a metal face guard that had the perfect fit to where her brother's mouth would be.
Holding up the mask Chiyuki put it to her face. It was longer than the mask Stain used in the story she remembered. To think of it, in the story she had tried to remember he had no nose. Chiyuki put back the mask and zipped the bag back up. She pushed it back under the bed and she climbed onto her futon.
Her brother had a nose. Chizome had a nose. Her nii-san had a nose.
Rolling over, Chiyuki stared at one of the photos that decorated the walls of their apartment and she hoped that whatever she had changed accidentally, it would be enough for her to keep her brother.
Later on, Chiyuki would think back on this and think how silly, how childish, it was that her brother having nose made everything seem more alright.
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Chizome noticed Chiyuki return to normal over the course of a few days. She stopped looking upset every time he came home and he stopped feeling her eyes on him as he got ready for his night work. He felt bad lying to her, she was his precious little sister. But he reminded himself that he was doing the world a favor. He was doing her a favor. He was willing to do anything for her, even if she would never know what he was doing.
He would make sure Chiyuki never found out what he was doing.
One afternoon, Chizome stopped at a phone store. He perused the models and winced at the prices on some of them. Finally he asked an attendant, "What kind of phone does a teenager need?"
The attendant blinked, thought for a moment, then began, "Most teenagers use their phones more than adults so they need these functions over here..."
Chizome followed as the attendant told him about the different models. It hadn't been a spur of the moment thing. Chizome had been considering getting Chiyuki a cellphone for awhile. All the other middle school kids had them and next year she would be the only kid in high school without a phone. He had been avoiding it considering all the extra payments it would come with but after seeing her the other night, he decided a phone would be good. If she wanted to call him she could call him, since he would get one too. He would also be able to text her if he was running late or she could tell him if she was running late.
After hearing the prices Chizome had to make a choice.
He really wanted her to have the fancy smartphone after seeing all the options it had. He considered the sending a location feature as something great for safety if she was ever in trouble. Also they could do video calls which would be great if she really wanted to see his face. It took nice photos and he definitely was getting her a phone she could take pictures with. But the price was way over budget and he had to consider getting her the flip phone. It could take pictures, send texts, call, search the internet, but it didn't do video or have a front facing camera.
In the end, Chizome had gotten himself the cheaper phone and Chiyuki was going to get an older edition of the smartphone. It could do some of the cool features and it had the front facing camera but it was a bit bulkier than the newer phones and it didn't have fancy features like the Touch ID. Chizome was sure it would make her happy regardless since it was a huge step up from them having just a house phone they had gotten a few years ago when it was hard for the school to reach Chizome.
So Chizome waited at home that day for Chiyuki to come home. And as the time ticked on he got worried until she dragged herself in far later than she was allowed.
She blinked when she saw him, "Oh, Nii-san. You're not usually home this early."
Frowning, Chizome asked, "Where were you? I've been waiting here for a few hours."
"I've been trying to earn some extra money." Chiyuki replied, purposely vague. She put a container on the table and offered, "Cake?"
"Where did you get this?" Chizome leaned over as Chiyuki pulled the top off the dish. Inside was a wonderful looking cake. Chizome took a spoon and dug in, finding the cake to be moist and fresh. He watched Chiyuki take a bite and she grinned as she stuck the spoon into her mouth.
Kicking her feet from the chair excitedly, Chiyuki mentioned, "I'm actually so glad you're home to share this. I've been bringing home desserts, hoping you would be home to share them."
Chizome felt a pang in his heart. He took another bite of the delicious cake, "I had off today. I actually went and bought some things. I got something for you."
Chizome pushed the box he had put the new phone in forward. Chiyuki, eyes curious, gently took the top off and her mouth formed an O when she saw the phone sitting inside. She picked it up with a smile stretching across her lips and she opened the phone with clumsy swipes on the screen. She switched between the screen, taking in the apps that were on her home screen and then clicking on the contacts. In the contacts there were two contacts. Home. And one labeled Chi-Nii with an emoji heart next to it. Chiyuki hadn't called him that since before their parents had died. It was wild that was something he remembered enough to put as his contact name.
"You even added a heart next to your name!" Chiyuki laughed, "Wait, does this mean you got a new phone too?"
Chizome held up his glorified flip phone and he showed her the contacts. It had his work's phone number in it, home, and then at the top was one that read Chi-chan with a heart made from a less than symbol and a three. Chiyuki grinned wildly and she opened the photos on her phone to find a clumsy photo of her brother. She took the phone and held it up, getting both her and her brother in the screen before snapping a picture.
Chiyuki sent a text to her brother and he watched her fingers slide across the screen in unsure strokes as she tried to get the kana to work. After she sent the text to him Chizome had the same issue, tapping too many times on the kana when trying to spell something out. After he sent the text he got an almost immediate response from his giggling sister.
"Alright, how'd you get that fast in between texts?" Chizome asked, lowering his phone to look at his sister.
She grinned and flipped her phone around, "Romaji keyboard."
"I don't think mine can do that." Chizome admitted, eyeing his physical keyboard.
They played with their phones for a few minutes, Chizome amused as his sister sent him little faces made out of characters. She yawned after a minute and sighed, "I have to do some homework before bed, Nii-san. Thank you so much for the cellphone."
"It's good because now we can text each other all day." Chizome told her. Smiling, Chiyuki started to pull out her homework. Chizome leaned his chin on his hand, "Also, you aren't good enough to slip past me yet. You never answered my question earlier. Where were you?"
Chiyuki pouted but didn't lose her happy mood, "I think you should let it go for effort, and because I shared some cake with you."
Snorting, Chizome shook his head, "As good as that cake was, I want to know what kept you out so late."
"Just doing some odd jobs for people." Chiyuki told him. She flipped open her notebook and Chizome watched her flip through pages of immaculate notes. Her handwriting was far nicer than his.
"You'd tell me if you were doing something bad, right?" Chizome asked. He was worried his cute little sister was trying to make money with compensated dating. He was sure she wouldn't do that, but it was late for her to be getting home. She only got home an hour before he usually checked on her.
Blinking at her brother, Chiyuki tilted her head to the side, "You're thinking something weird I can tell."
"Alright. I'll believe you. Get some sleep though." Chizome told her. He stood up, taking the last bite of the cake and dropping the takeout container in the garbage. Chiyuki watched him get ready for work and she looked away when he pulled his bag out from under the bed.
"Have a good shift, Nii-san." Chiyuki called as he laced up his boots.
Looking over his shoulder as he pulled on his cap, Chizome returned it warmly, "Good night, Chi-chan."
AN:
And so, Chiyuki discovers some things.
I've tried to foreshadow Chiyuki's tendency to avoid the Stain situation (And other things) in previous chapters. I hope I did that adequately.
Also, ffnet is letting me align text appropriately again. Woo! Lastly, I have the next few chapters typed up and I am going to attempt once a month updates. Please keep in mind, I am a college student so my time all goes to that.
Fun Fact: I've been pretty inspired to write Thicker than Blood by listening to two English covers of the Tokyo Ghoul opening, Unravel, by Leeandlie and Jonathan Young. I think the tone and translation of both songs fits Chiyuki, with the Leeandlie one being current Chiyuki and the other being future Chiyuki.
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