Six in the morning, and the phone rings. I'm in no rush to answer it, cause it is most likely the bank reminding grandma to pay a bill, or something like that.
Finally reaching the phone, I pick it up.
"Hello?" I asked, "Name of caller please."
"Is this Yuka Yomo?" Replied the familiar male voice. "This is Agent Amon from the C. C. G."
"Yes it's Yuka sir. Am I hired Mr. Amon, sir" I held my breath waiting for his answer. He gave a little chuckle in reply.
"Yes, you're hired Yuka. Congratulations." He informed me, "We start work with you today, at 0900 sharp. Wear something you can work well in."
"Sir, yes sir!" I chirped into the phone.
"See you then miss Yuka."
3 months later...
The city of Tokyo. It's always alive, never dead. Like my family. Or at least that was how they were.
Age 9: Terrorists arrived at the front steps of my school with my parents and my younger siblings in chains. Shot my brother and sister first, then stabbed my dad. As he slowly died a painful death in front of me, they slit my mom's throat.
Mom and dad had always known the risk of loving each other. It was only a matter of time till some one found out that my mom was a ghoul an my father, a human, who had given birth to three half ghouls.
Not only did I watch their death, but also my class. Not only did just the terrorists know what I was, but also the entire class I was in, found out that day. Either way you were to look at it I was half monster.
It was only a matter of time before the bullying started.
Age 19: I'm an agent at the C.C.G. I wish to improve my reputation, but since I'm half ghoul I still need to eat human flesh. And that makes it harder for my co-workers to accept me. They still fear me thinking I might decide to eat them at any moment. I wish my parents were still here. My sister and brother still running circles around me. All I want is to be accepted and have my family back. But that would take a miracle.
It's the ten year anniversary of the start of my sorrow and I'm given a mission. Distract agent Amon so a few other agents can prepare a surprise party for his birthday. It seems simple enough.
Not exactly sure where to go, I drag him to my grandma's bakery.
"You say Agatha Yomo, who is your mom's mom, is a ghoul?" He asked as we paused before entering.
I slowly swung open the bakery door before I looked back at him.
"Yes she is. My father took my mom's last name if you're confused about that." I replied, entering the building. Pausing once more in the doorway I didn't look back at him as I gave a warning. "This is a popular place for ghouls I'll have you know Mr. Amon."
He silently nodded while I continued my way in.
"May you please wait at any table for me sir?" I could tell he was tense and didn't want to go in alone. But I needed to talk to my grandmother for a moment. "I promise I won't take too long."
Amon locked eyes with me then closed them while releasing a sigh. "Fine."
With a smile I bowed slightly and rushed around back to the kitchen. There to my surprise was Uta washing dishes in the sink.
((Whelp I'll leave it there. Hope you lovelys enjoyed this long awaited update.))