Hey, everyone! Another almost-fluffy chapter here for you. I was going to do something else but after all the blood soaked mess I've made recently I decided something a little funnier was needed. Unfortunately I am no good with such things so you will have to let me know how I've done. It's a little cliché but in Eve and Uta's way of course. So there will be a bit of brutality. ;)

I groaned as I rolled over in my bed to face away from the window where a bit of sun was peeking through. It had been one hell of a night I'll say that much… I danced, I met new people and I'm pretty sure I drank my own body weight in alcohol. I snuggled into my pillow, a noise in front of me forcing me to peek open a bloodshot and blurry brown iris. I blinked away the residue, staring at the familiar face beside me before grumbling and rolling back to face the window.

"Now don't be like that Eve. We had so much fun last night."

"That's no excuse to be in my bed."

"Use me and then throw me out? I'm hurt."

An arm flung up to cover my head, his annoying sarcastic voice getting on my tits already.

"You helped me take off my shoes, stop acting like I killed your pet."

"So you do remember then? How disappointing."

I waved my hand at him in a shoo manner as my eyes closed once more. Try and get me to think we slept together, nice try jerk. I was drunk but I remember most of the night and going to bed was still imprinted into my memory. I was fighting with my new rock, the booze messing with the ability to use my hands so I called in Uta to help me take them off. He was a surprising gentleman and made no comments nor tried anything as I threw myself into bed and went to sleep instantly.

"We should go out today."

"Hungover. Not a chance."

I felt his body move as a muscular arm wrapped over my form, holding me close as his face pressed into the back of my head.

"So should we stay in bed all day? I can get on board with that."

"Great, now go to sleep."

I got no such luck as he begun to kiss the back of my neck, his hand tightening around me to hold me even closer to his form. I opened my eyes with a deadpan glare, not that he could see it; before shifting to sit upright and tilt my head over to the ghoul laid out on my bed.

"I'm up."

"Great, I'll meet you in the lounge."

The male stood and moved himself out of my room, my dark eyes never leaving the door once he'd gone. I had to get him to leave… because I wanted him to stay. I know I care about Uta but still… I groaned loudly and rubbed my temples. I need some Paracetamol…

I trailed beside Uta, my fingers laced with his own as we made our way through the crowds of the 20th ward in the direction of Anteiku. A coffee sounded excellent after the rough night of drinking and dancing, but I didn't need to come all the way here for it… Apparently Uta needed to pick something up and speak with Yoshimura and just couldn't go alone, so I'm stuck tagging along. I felt his fingers tightening around my own to draw my attention as I looked up at the ghoul in dark shades with an inquisitive look.

"You're spacing out, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I have a lot of work to do tomorrow so I'm just planning it out in my head."

"No you're not."

I scowled at the male, he always managed to read me so easily the longer I've been around him and it made me feel vulnerable.

"I'm thinking about how much of an ass you are."

"There we go."

He smiled lightly before turning away and continuing our walk, my eyes glued to the back of his head. The more time passed the more it seemed my thoughts weren't my own any more, yet I still struggled to understand him at all. Not to sound childish but; it wasn't fair. I wanted to understand him, I wanted him to be vulnerable around me. Although I guess that's wanting the impossible from a ghoul like him. What did he think of me anyway? We flirt, we kiss, we live together; yet I still don't know what this is exactly. I've never experienced anything like this before other than with Uta so I can't say I understand. Itori had asked me last night; what Uta and I were and I couldn't give her an answer. Because I still don't know.

The tinkling of the shop door to Anteiku drew me from my thoughts, Uta's hand leaving mine once we were away from the busy crowds and in the quiet and warm cafe. My hand felt cold, but I shuffled over to a table in the back and sat down; deciding to nurse my hangover instead. A waiter came over to me, a notepad in his hand.

"What can I get you?"

"Double espresso please. Oh, and a slice of chocolate cake."

The male left, returning moments later with my order and I finally turned to look at him with a smile, silently thanking him. The man blinked lightly before his mouth made an O shape for a second.

"Ah, you're Eve."

I tilted my head, eyeballing the man. He had short brown hair with eyes of the same colour hiding behind his glasses. He didn't look familiar.

"I'm sorry, have we met?"

"I'm Nishio Nishiki. I took over your business whilst you were away."

"Ah, the one Yoshimura appointed for me? Well I'm glad to finally meet you so that I can thank you Nishiki. Everything would've gone to hell if it wasn't for you."

"Hey it's no sweat, I enjoyed it. And I like what you're doing; for a human and all."

I nodded my head in appreciation to the man, happy to hear those words.

"So do you like being a waiter? Come work for me."

He blinked lightly with a blank look on his features.

"That was abrupt, and thanks but I think I'm going to stay here."

"Hm, shame. I could use more people like you."

I picked up my fork and sunk it into the cake, breaking off a small piece.

"It is a nice cafe though."

I watched him nod from my peripheral vision before he left to serve other customers, my hand dipping the cake into my espresso and soaking up some of the coffee before I placed it into my mouth and enjoyed my breakfast. I had just finished when Uta came back with Yoshimura at his heels.

"Nice to see you again Eve."

"You too old man. I have the order ready for you as well if you want to send someone by to pick it up tomorrow between 2 and 5?"

"Yes that will be just fine, thank you."

Uta raised a bag into my line of sight before tilting his head down at me.

"I have what I need, we can go now."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

I blinked at the bag, then up at the ghoul before standing to me feet and picking up my coat from the back of the chair I was sat at.

"Why drag me out of the house if you didn't need me?"

"I didn't want to come alone. Is that so wrong?"

"When I'm hungover, yes."

I heard Yoshimura chuckle beside us, turning my attention to the old man.

"Young love is a wonderful thing isn't it?"

"It is, but that's not our circumstance. Thanks for the service Yoshimura."

I threw my coat on as I headed out the door, not waiting for Uta and begun to walk along the now quiet streets. Being a Tuesday morning everyone must have gotten to work and school by now. I heard his heavy footsteps approach me as he dawdled behind me once he had caught up.

"That was rude."

"I thanked him."

"I meant to me."

I stopped, his chest pressing into my back as I lifted my head up to stare at the underside of his face, I could just about see his eyes under his glasses and they were staring at me in all their crimson beauty.

"How could it have been rude to you? I haven't insulted you since we got to the cafe."

He smirked lightly as his arms wrapped securely around my form, my hands lifting to rest over his tattooed arms.

"You still don't get it do you?"

"Enlighten me on what I don't get."

"I wanted you beside me when we went out."

"You just wanted to torture me."

"That too, but I thought you could use the pick-me-up and we don't get that much time together lately."

"And who's fault is that?"

"Yours of course."

I blanched and pushed myself away from the male, walking away from the ignorant man as I turned down into the small alley that led to the train station. My fault? How the hell was this my fault? He had the chance to hang out with me yesterday! I grumbled to myself, why was I letting this get to me so much? I've always been a rational person but this man… demon; throws all of that rationality out of the window.

"Eve, up there."

I stopped in my tracks as Uta gripped my arm and thrust me in the direction of a rusty set of iron ladders. I tilted my head at the male to see him staring off somewhere else. From experience I listened to him and begun my ascent up the staircase as voices of other people met my ears. I looked down to see 3 men standing around Uta with Kakugan eyes, I smirked upon seeing the relaxed stance he held; as if they were no threat at all. I continued until I reached the top, sitting on the edge of the roof to get a good view of the fight. I've never seen him in action before, and I've only ever heard rumours about the deadly SSS class No Face so today turned out to be a real treat. I watched him tear through the people like tissue paper, a blast of gory confetti littering the enclosed space as blood splattered up the walls and floor. The male not once revealing his Kagune much to my annoyance, I wondered what it looked like. Was he an Ukaku? Bikaku? What? It's never been displayed to the public so I could only be curious. Just one of his many secrets I guess. A sharp shove on my back drew me from my thoughts, my body lurching forward and over the edge as I fell with outstretched arms, looking for something to grip onto. I found it as I clasped on tight, the laundry pole preventing my premature splatter to the ground below. I looked up for the assailant, not seeing anything but the building ledge and sky as I figured they may have moved from the roof.

"Eve, let go!"

I looked down to see Uta stood below me, his hands and arms covered in the blood of the now dead ghouls as I closed my legs tightly together and drew them up in a comforting manner.

"Don't look up you idiot!"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes!"

I watched him sigh, his head tilting forward so I could see the top of his raven head.

"Now let go."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, I knew he would catch me even if he couldn't see me. Ghoul senses were impeccable after all, but I was still a bit shaken up… who pushed me? And why push me? A ghoul could have just dragged me off for lunch… I decided to think about it later as I let my fingers slip from around the thin pole as I descended to the ground, my eyes closing tight until I landed in something hard and warm. I stared into Uta's eyes, his arms keeping me from the floor as my hand tapped lightly on his bloodied chest.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

He let my feet touch the ground, his other arm remaining around my hip as he lent over to my face with a smirk.

"I never thought you'd be a girl to wear such cute panties though. Pandas? Really?"

I punched his chest hard, even though it did nothing to the ghoul as his grip on me tightened even more.

"I like them."

"I don't care."

His nose brushed mine gently in an affectionate manner, his breath fanning my face as his eyes closed.

"You're safe."

My heart thudded in my chest, blush taking over as I realised he had saved my life once again. I wrapped my arms around him, fingers caressing his spine as my face buried into his chest.

"Songbird?"

"Hm?"

"We can't get the train with you looking like that."