Damned weakling, you can't even control the claws?
-So you came back to play a little bit more? Why don't you let me devour your friend alone? – The Gourmet and I are staring at each other, with some space between us after my failed surprise attack.
-You are one twisted bastard, Gourmet. I'm going to finish you right now – I can't hold my wrath, I must kill him.
-What are you saying, Monsieur? I'm just asking for some privacy to enjoy my meal. And, as you can see, not even that can I get on MY restaurant – Now, he is stepping on each one of the corpses of the investigators he killed there – . . MINE!
-STOP IT ALREADY, YOU SICK BASTARD! – I can't help it but scream while I jump towards him.
I can't stay still while he mocks my dead comrades like that, I must end him. We fight ferociously for a couple of seconds, our attacks are incredibly fast but I feel like I can read each one of his movements, just like he seems to anticipate my owns. I try to thrust my quinque through his chest, but he blocks the impact with his kagune and pushes me backwards. When he tries to land a direct hit on my face, I manage to dodge it by inches by walking by side and countering with a lunge that doesn't hit.
-Très bien, Monsieur! You have a fantastique combat style! It's been a while since I worked so hard! Why don't you take off that ugly mask of yours so I can enjoy watching your face when I land the final blow? It must be hard seeing with a broken lense and a polarized one! C'MON, SHOW ME YOUR FACE SO I CAN TASTE YOU BETTER! IF I COULDN'T EAT HIM, YOU SHALL BE A NICE APPETIZER BECAUSE YOU FIGHT JUST LIKE HIM!
The Gourmet is laughing like a maniac while we fight, but he is right. The weariness from the fight is making me numb, and it's taking me even more time to calculate his hits. Also, the vision doesn't help at all, but if I take a single second to take off the mask, he surely is going to kill me. No matter what, I already lost.
-TOO BAD, MONSIEUR! I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO HAVE MORE FUN, BUT IT'S OVER NOW!
-Shut up, Shut up, Shut…! – But he is right, it's over already. I will die after this, because I can already feel the blood flowing hot over my legs.
I didn't manage to calculate the distance of his last lunge, and his kagune ended up hitting the right side of my body, taking away a great part of my torso.
-Oh well, it's over. But I shall recognize that you have been quite the spectacular opponent, worth of my praise, young man – I'm on the ground, about to fall unconscious, while the Gourmet reaches me with a pile of dead investigators on his back – Don't worry, if you can make any of this parts fit on your side, you might be able to recover. C'mon, do it! HAHAHAHA!
Damn you, Gourmet. Damn you, curse you, fuck you. It hurts, it hurts, and it really hurts. Please, make it stop, make the pain go away please.
You will die, Kaneki…
Damned voices, if you really were worth something, you would save my life.
If you want to survive, you need to eat…
Eat? True, I am hungry. But the pain is greater. Or is the hunger greater? Damn it, help me already! My vision is blurred, but I can see the Gourmet reaching to Leonard that is unconscious on the table. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Well then, eat… If you really want to survive…
There's no food here, no food at all. Food, there's no food. I want food, I need food.
EAT!
I…
…Damned weakling. You fall unconscious so fast? Doesn't matter, now I can take control of us. First thing, we must get food. You want food, don't you, Kaneki? Because I DO want it. Anyways, let's see if I can at least move an arm… yep, it's good. I think that we must take off the mask we are wearing, shouldn't we? It won't let us eat, after all. Nothing like the old one, right? That one was really cool, and even had a zipper that would let us eat with a cool patch. Well, let's take it off reeeeally slow, its time is over. Now… shall we start with that yummy arm that is near our face…? I guess the dead investigator won't mind if we do…
*gulp*