George scowled down at his phone in annoyance. He wasn't a fan of using the muggle devices, but he had to admit they came in handy. But that wasn't what he was focusing on at the moment. Harry had gone out the other night and he had yet to return, if that Uta guy had done anything-. He was cut off from his angry thoughts by his phone making sizzling and popping sounds and the screen going blank.
He swore under his breath, of course the damn thing had to break just when he needed it. At least this one hadn't exploded. He and Harry kept spares in his apartment for when stuff like this happened, but George didn't want to leave the coffee shop he was currently in, and walk all the way to the apartment. He knew Harry was fine, because George would be able to sense if Harry was hurt or in danger and vice versa, but it didn't stop him from worrying.
Getting his magic under control so he didn't end up breaking all the electrical devices in the vicinity, he let out a moan of despair. He chucked the broken phone onto the coffee table and let his head fall beside it with a loud thunk.
He had an ominous feeling that today was not going to be a good day, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling it off.
It was then he felt something tickling the edge of his senses. He recognised it instantly, having a lot more experience with compatible souls then little Harry did. Angela had been compatible with him, but that relationship had hit a rut and spiralled into despair. He'd had a couple of relationships since then, and sometimes just walking down the street he sensed slightly compatible people.
He figured Harry hadn't noticed before because he hadn't been aware of what soul compatibility was. Now that the emerald eyed man was aware he'd probably start noticing more soul compatible people. George himself wasn't currently looking for a relationship, besides the compatibility with the person he could sense was only miniscule. But that didn't stop him from being curious.
He opened one eye and glanced sideways at the person. The first thing George noticed was that they were male, which didn't really bother him as he liked both genders but had a slight preference for females.
The guy, who looked around sixteen but George had a feeling he was older than he looked, was dressed in the waiters uniform. So he was an employee at the cafe, what was it called again? He thought for a minute before remembering. The cafe was called Anteiku, he hadn't come here before but he'd heard good things.
Once again turned his thoughts to the waiter before him. He had dark black hair and one silver eye was visible while the other was covered by a white eye patch. The waiter gave him a polite smile before asking "What would you like to order today?" George raised his head from the table. "Just a cup of coffee thanks."
He was well aware of the fact that he was the only customer in the cafe. It had something to do with the number of ghoul investigators currently in the 20th ward. He knew people were probably too nervous to leave but that nervousness didn't extend to him. He had fought in a war; a couple of investigators didn't scare him. He raised his eyes to meet the purple haired girl's scrutinizing gaze.
She'd been studying him for a while now, seeing if he was a threat. George knew that there was something a little... off about the purpled haired teenager and the dark haired waiter, but he was unable to pinpoint what it was. He gave the girl a wide cheeky grin which only made her frown deepen.
The waiter came back with his cup of coffee a couple of minutes later, and George tried to push away his worry for Harry as he focused on his coffee. He was honestly in the mood for tea, but apparently the coffee here was amazing, and that was the only reason he had decided to come here.
There was a couple of minute's peace. The waiter was stacking dishes while the purple haired waitress sat and talked. George didn't really pay attention to what she was saying, he was to wrapped up in other thoughts.
The bell that hung over the door chimed as a group of people walked in. George raised an eyebrow at them, he'd seen some strange things in his life and while this was nowhere near the top it was still pretty strange. The man in the lead was tall with light brown hair, a goatee styled into a curve and a harsh light in his brown eyes.
Behind him were three people, each one wearing a different coloured hoodie and a gas mask. Before the man with the goatee could say anything, George rose from his chair and announced loudly "I guess I'll be taking my leave now. Thanks for the coffee, it was delicious." With that he slid past the people and went outside.
Once the door was shut behind him, George wasted no time in checking if anybody could see him. Once he knew the coast was clear he quickly cast a disillusion charm, a scent-cancelling charm and a sound muffling charm on himself.
He could sense the same darkness in the four people that had entered the cafe, and he was curious as to what was going to happen. He knew that they could have just come here for a cup of coffee, but his gut was telling him something big was going to go down. Besides he'd been growing restless for some action lately, sure he and Harry spared regularly, but that was nowhere close to actual fights.
So invisible to the eye, along with un-smellable and impossible to hear, he slipped back inside the cafe.
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Harry stiffened in shock and for a split second his thoughts froze. Then they kicked back in and went into overdrive. He honestly wasn't sure what he was supposed to be feeling. It was like he was unable to move as he stared into Uta's eyes.
Uta was a ghoul, how was that possible? Did he want to eat him? That thought was quickly dismissed, if Uta had wanted to hurt him he would have done it already. As he thought it through Harry realised something, something that shocked him.
He didn't care. He didn't care that Uta was a ghoul, it didn't change how he felt towards the other man at all. He was still confused, still wanted answers for the questions that swam in his head but he decided to give Uta a chance to explain. After all he himself wasn't human either. And now more than ever he wanted to tell Uta what he was, heck even just what his actual name was.
Unable to form words to explain how he felt, Harry did the first thing that came to his mind. He reached up and kissed him.
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Standing in the corner of the cafe, George surveyed the chaos going on around him. He would step in if needed but didn't want to unnecessarily give his presence away. Because then he'd have to explain how'd he'd been invisible, and muggles weren't allowed to know that kind of information. So he would only step in if it was necessary.
He was actually quite impressed when Kankei, he'd heard the purple haired waitress, Touka- call him that, managed to knock out the man by accidentally head butting him. It looked like the dark haired teen was stronger than he looked. George had to hold back a chuckle as the three masked people swarmed the man in concern and Touka muttered under her breath. He knew they couldn't hear him but you could never be too careful.
Once the man woke up again, everyone was sitting at a table talking. From the corner, George listened to what they said intently, even though he didn't understand half of it. He had to bite back a warning as he saw someone appear outside the window. Had they jumped from the top of the building? The next instant the person had kicked the window in, causing glass shards to go flying.
Casting a light shielding charm around him to stop a couple of stray shards George reached for his wand that lay in his pocket. He only needed it for the stronger spells now but it was still a comfort to him. The kick that had shattered the window slammed into Banjou's face and sent the man flying into the bench.
George took a moment to study the person, who had (so rudely he might add) just entered the shop through the smashed window. The kid looked no older than fifteen. Having dark purple hair, a shade or two darker than Touka's, they must be related. He had an arrogant smirk on his face and was dressed in all black except for a purple scarf. George couldn't help but think that he looked like a certain cocky git. *Chough* Malfoy *Chough*
George watched in interest as Touka tensely approached him. 'There has to be some sort of relationship there' George thought as listened to what they were saying. He was proved right when Ayato called Touka sis. George tensed slightly as three more people with the same darkness entered the shop.
He was starting to get nervous now, he'd only come to watch for something to do. He could sense that all of these people were powerful but it was the hulking blonde that he watched warily. He wished he could just leave but he had no way of doing so without revealing himself. He could apparate but it was unsafe to do so with so many spells on him and if he took them of he'd be caught before he could apparate.
Gritting his teeth in slight annoyance he figured that since he was here now he may as well enjoy the show. The blonde man clicked his fingers as he uttered a deep "It stinks in here." He turned to the Kaneki with a predatory grin on his face. Kaneki tried to shrink away but found himself trapped against the bar. When the man with the butt chin at the door mentioned kidnapping George tensed. He hadn't thought this would get so intense. Shit, just what had he stumbled upon?
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When they pulled apart Uta asked a nervous "You're not scared of me?" Harry shook his head, he didn't think he could ever feel scared of Uta. Deciding to try and lighten the mood he said a cheerful "You have really cool eyes." Uta let out a soft chuckle and smiled down at him, Harry beamed happily back up at him before his smile faltered slightly. "My names not James it's actually Harry Potter and I'm guessing you already know I'm not your average human?" Uta seemed shocked by the revealing of Harry's real name. He got over it quickly though and nodded, encouraged Harry continued.
He decided to stuff the statue of secrecy "You see I'm actually a-" He abruptly cut himself of at the sharp stabbing pain in his chest. One of his hands reached up and gripped his top over his heart and he staggered slightly.
He swore slightly under his breath as Uta helped support him. "What is it? What's wrong?" He looked into Uta's concerned face and breathed out a shocked "It's my brother. He's in trouble, big trouble."
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George let out a string of curse words as the hulking blonde's fist crashed into his shield. He had been unable to stand and watch Kaneki be beaten up by said blonde. Maybe Harry's 'saving people thing' had started to rub off on him, or maybe it was because he and the maybe were slightly compatible, which automatically made him slightly protective. Either way, he had instantly removed all the spells keeping him hidden and jumping in to defend Kaneki.
He was starting to regret his rash choice as he realised just how strong the blonde man really was. Casting a slashing charm at the man he rolled out of the way of the blonde's fist as his shield shattered. The other two ghouls –Ayato and Nico he believed- were watching from the sidelines. Touka was bent over Kaneki trying to fix up his injuries. Banjo and his men had long ago fled.
The slashing charm hit the man's shoulder and immediately a large slash appeared. The man didn't even appear to notice the gaping wound as he once again charged at George. He could already feel himself tiring, he'd used all his stronger spells on the man to little effect and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.
He tried to duck a swipe of the man's hand but was a second to slow. The man's hand caught him around the neck and he was lifted into the air. He tried to fight back but all the spells he cast on the man were easily ignored. The last thing he heard was a deep chuckle before everything went black.