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Chapter 3

A turn of Events

I blinked a couple times and looked at them long and hard.

"Kaichi, why would you do that?" Itori asked pulling the glasses out my hand and handed it to Uta.

"I need….I needed to see them." I said to softly as he stared at me.

What was he thinking? Wait- was he upset, is he going to lash out at me?

"OPPA!" a man shouted toasting with his drunken friends he tripped as he moved around dizzily knocking into Uta.

One minute there is alcohol spilling in the air and the next thing I know Uta's eyes are directly in front of mines. My back is pressed against the man next to me who supports me since I bounced into him.

The man who bounced into Uta collapsed on the floor but Uta bounced into…me.

And I'm feeling his chest against mine and..and…

I push him off as I the blood rushes to my head and I literally can't describe the heated feeling rushing through me as I feel light headed.

No…relax….nothing to get over excited about, his eyes were looking down on mines, that's all.

Plus shit I just pushed him away so hard.

"I- I" I stuttered so much that I sounded dumb. Unable to face him I ran from him and around the counter pass Itori and to the backroom. I went to the locker area and inside one as I closed it stooping and curling into a ball.

I felt my chest tight and burning. He was so close, and if I continued looking into those eyes at that distance, I was sure that I would have- I would have just…..leaned in and…

We would have kissed.

I shook my head from side to side. It wasn't as if he even kissed me his lip were merely a couple inches away from mine and it was his eyes that had me mezmerized…

But his eyes…got me hitched the minute they were so close.

I froze. Great. Itori…you were right, even if I never liked him before…I like him now!

I hugged myself as I rested my face on my knees. The image of his eyes looking down at mines. Those eyes…my body suddenly felt moved by the moment it was like dried fields of flowers suddenly becoming green and unfolding at the speed of light.

I sat there for minutes…they passed quicker than I imagined as I looked at my watch. The more I thought of coming out was the more I thought about him probably still being there.

I needed to go apologize for pushing him, and taking off his glasses like that in public. Today was not my day.

Think about the fifty grand. You earned 50 grand today. Fifty flipping grand.

Yes Kaisa, you upgraded from poverty to a struggling citizen.

"Point is." I heard Itori voice as she entered the backroom I was in. "You could have dodged that. You didn't even need to budge."

Who was she talking to?

"Maybe, I was captivated by something though Itori chan-"

Uta! That's Uta's voice no doubt.

"Captivated?"

"Are you upset with me Itori Chan?"

"Yes. Now…ughh….Kaichi where are you, I know you're here."

I didn't want to move. I slowly got up. I should go and apologize to him.

I froze as I felt for the inside lock….there was no inside lock. No maybe it was on the other side…..there was no inside lock…

I'm stuck?! I'm locked inside!

"Kaichi?"

I was so embarrassed. I locked myself inside the locker. I gently pushed against it and it wasn't moving. No no no no no no no. I can't end like this it can't lock on me; it certainly can't lock on me!

"Kaiiiiiiiiccccchhhhhi"

Meanwhile OUTSIDE THE LOCKER

Itori looked at Uta who looked back at her, they looked at the locker that they knew Kaisa was in. Firstly, Itori knew that Kaisa would hide somewhere in here that was a tight space. It was something Kaisa did very often. Hence 'a' locker.

Secondly, they were both Ghouls and Kaisa's scent was emanating from the locker- all they're senses was directed there. They could hear her heavy breathing which also made them know she was nervous and the scent of fear that she was giving off made them figured, something was wrong…physically.

Thirdly, kaisa jacket was jammed in the door- the piece of clothing hanging on the outside of the locker that they knew she was wearing earlier which meant she was inside. She wasn't a very…convincing hider.

BACK TO INSIDE THE LOCKER

"Ummm…Itori….I'm locked inside the locker…."

"She says she's locked inside the locker." Uta says to Itori who I know is covering her grin like crazy.

I could feel it….she was laughing at me.

"I-Pfft- I know…ummm…." She stuttered trying to hold back her laugh.

I heard Itori footsteps come close as she opened the locker. I stepped out looking down to my feet… so ashamed.

"Hello?" Itori says stooping a little bending and looking up at me as she looked up at my face.

"I….I should apologize to Uta, I heard his voice…where is h-"

"Boo."

I froze. I turned to beside me from the darkness when I heard the small sound and saw his face so close to mine yet my heart stopped. I was so damn frightened my heart stopped.

It flipping stopped.

It stopped as in….not beating.

"Kaichi breathe!" Itori says almost as if she could hear the beats of my heart coming to a hault.

"Did I scare you?"

I think I peed my underwear. Yes. Its damp. I peed myself a little.

"Fuck, she's triggered." Itori says shaking her head as she rest her hand on my shoulder shaking me.

5 minutes later I'm sitting down in the chair sipping water like a baby from a glass as I remain silent. Itori is on the phone and Uta is sitting opposite from me looking aimlessly into the ceiling.

"Kaichi."

I jolt as I turn to Itori who comes off the phone. "That was Govenor, he was close around your apartment and decided to check on you and the new piercing. You weren't there and on his way back there was a ghoul attack on your street. Apparently the ghoul is still in the area so…I think you should stay over my place tonight."

What? A ghoul attack? One of those hasn't happened around my area for a good seven months now. But why, why now?

"No I can't. I have-"

"What- there was a ghoul attack what if you get attacked on your way home, why can't you stay what do you have?"

"I need to draw…."

She gives me this puzzled look, "Kaisa Eleos Terresi, you rather doing art and risking your life than being safe and doing art the next day!"

"You don't understand-"

"Your pencil and paper isn't going to grow legs and runaway!"

"She's an Artist, it's like an urge," Uta says and I'm glad he speaks for I was getting murdered on the spot.

Itori turns to him and gives him the glare of the devil as I feel the evil aura seeping off her making the air suddenly cold. Uta shakes his hand before him defensively. "But ah- of course I wouldn't know I don't have urges since…lately." He said realizing speaking up was a big mistake giving her an uneasy smile.

"U-Uta san can walk me there, I will be safe, Itori….I neeeeeeed to reach home. I need to draw…I need to."

She sighed. "Well if its Uta then you're more than safe." she says smiling as she relaxes almost too sudden for no suspicion. "I should get back to the bar, you two-get going."

The walk home is fairly silent but Uta seems not one bit fazed by escorting me home. If we are on the sidewalk he walked on the outside and at a pace I can follow and when we were crossing the bridge above the road he paused and ensured I reach the top of the staircase before going further, it was very…kind. In a weird way…but sort of cute.

"U-Uta, so do you aumm, what type of art do you do?"

"Mask, like the one you were wearing on Tuesday."

"You made that mask?" I asked looking at him. He was wearing his sunglasses and I figured it was to draw attention away from his eyes. Tattooing the eyes wasn't so famous I guessed but it did look very unique.

"Yes, I did." He said coming to a stop as I realize I needed to lead the way now

"Here." I said pointing to the street on our right police cars were nearly everywhere along with an ambulance. "It was….really close to my apartment building." I mumbled going to my building. The incident was literally half a block away from my building meaning a good 15 meters. I opened the main door entrance and I could hear Uta behind me. He paused as he sniffs the air and I turn around looking at him.

"Does the building smell?"

"Not really." He said looking around.

I go to the elevator and he followed. I press the floor number and the door began closing when suddenly a hand stops it. A scruffy looking guy around the early 20s steps in and leans against the opposite corner.

The door re-closes and the elevator jolts before ascending.

"Terresi chan, why don't you take the stairs?"

"Huh, well, I thought the elevator was faster seeing that you are walking me home."

"Terresi chan," He tilts his head up to the ceiling as he looks at the light both his hand in his pockets. "Do you know that ghoul look just like humans?"

"Huh?" I looked at him completely lost as I wonder why he is telling me this, "I heard they looked like humans, you can call me Kaisa by the way." I added since last names were too formal

"Kaisa chan" He doesn't learn does he. "….are you having sex with anyone in this complex"

"…"

I nearly spat out my esophagus as I turned from him looking at the walls of the elevator my eyes widened by his sudden question. WHY WOULD HE ASK THAT?!

"Wh-Why would you ask that and no!"

"I just needed to know if you close with anyone in this apartment building, any intimacy involved?" He said cricking his neck as he moved it to the left- pretty hot if you asked me but still!

I blinked a couple times even more, "I talk to no one and I keep my distance, I'm also…single." I said. It was only a few seconds afterwards I realized I told him I was single.

The elevator comes to a stop and we both exit leaving the man alone inside. We walk to my apartment door and I open it stepping inside. He leans in a little looking around. "It's spacious."

"Yup, I like a lot of…space."

He doesn't reply but looks at me.

"Umm well thank you. I will call Itori and let her know that I am home," I said to him smiling.

"Okay." He said turning to leave.

"Wait!" I exclaimed as I stopped him. "I really like your eyes." I said swallowing. "Can I see them again… please?"

"My eyes." he says continuing to walk as he looks back at me before stopping turning to me with is hands in his pockets.

"Y-Yes."

He looked down and looked back up at me and began to walk back. "Can I look at yours?" He said his hand moving to his glasses.

"Of course, I don't cover them or anything," I said looking at him as he walked back to his previous spot but his legs kept moving.

"And you won't run." He adds his face blank as he pulled the glasses off leaning close to me nearly as close as he was before as I blinked staring into his eyes. His hands moved to my forehead as he moves it upward pulling my bangs back as I look into his eyes frozen on the spot.

With him so close I wanted to look away, I could feel his breath against my face and it made my heart pound harder.

I continue staring. They were pitch black, almost far too black to be regular ink. The red in his eyes, it was so organic. I could sense the feeling that the red was maybe, as rich and fresh as blood. The veins moved like aimless strings disappearing into blackness. It was so unique. I could see the muscles. So relaxed and moving faintly almost like they were looking deep into my eyes. Contracting and relaxing to set a journey to enter the depths of my soul as I was locked in his gaze.

I breathed heavily as I rested my hand on the door. I inhaled and exhaled as I locked the seven locks on my door. The door lock and a lock above the main lock, one below the main lock, one in the upper center of the door and one at the base of the door in the center, I moved the lever horizontally over the door and lifted the latch that the metal rectangle slipped in as I dialed in the code for it to be locked.

My bag slipped off my shoulder as I slipped off my shoes my body moving on its own as I made my way to my art studio. I moved the blank paper of the piece as I grabbed the wheel table with my painting equipment.

No need to even be worried, this time…it would be perfect.

I entered the art room there was a loud chatter everyone seemed to have some interesting conversation at the tip of their tongue. As I moved through I could see the heads turning and looking at me. My hand on the strap of my shoulder bag tightened. Why were they staring?

Why are they looking at me?

I moved to my art area and my grip on my bag loosened as it fell. My canvas….it was destroyed.

"W-Who did this…"

I looked at the scene before me my hand moving over my mouth as I felt water piling up in my eyes and I could feel my stomach curling. Three tears going straight through my work ripping it to pieces as my rough sketches were ripped and art notes on the floor. The locker beside it was even more of a calamity as all my equipment were emptied and tossed all over the place making a mess of the floor.

"Time for class to begin." A masculine voice said going through the room. It was the voice of my art instructor.

10 MINUTES LATER

"What do you mean by you do not know."

"I mean I don't know- why- why would I destroy all my own work, all my equipment and my final piece that's to be graded next week."

He looked at me as he inhaled deeply. "Terresi our University expects great things from you, this, this has to be dealt with. As your teacher all I can do is give you an extension."

"Ex…extension. My work was destroyed- it was murdered! My art equipment and everything was destroyed and for all of that you're giving me an extension." He looked at me and he knew I was furious. "I have been your student for a year and a half and you have seen it with your own eyes. Your work is always a week early. It is always done on time my area is always clean and I always meet your expectations!"

"You have a week, that's final. Your piece not on my table on next week Monday then it's a zero on your record. No scholarship and you leave the course."

I blinked….your joking right…I wanted to say that. But the words wouldn't sound themselves to leave my mouth. He slammed the art room door as I heard his voice in the room beginning the day's lesson. I felt my stomach curl as I leaned against the wall. I slid down the concrete landing on the floor as I felt the pit of my stomach curl and with a hard pang in my body from the feeling of pain, an echoing feeling of loss moved through my empty body and I felt like I just lost a piece of my soul. The strings of my heart tightened and the lump in my throat became unbearable as I felt my eyes burn.

The tears streamed down and I couldn't even wipe them as they ran down my face. I never wanted to drop out university. I came such a far way to just get into college more over to aim for a perfect GPA last year to be on a special scholarship for my second year. I needed to get a full grade. I needed to maintain my standards.

More tears began falling as I began wiping them away as I hugged my body.

This was me, this was my art, this was something I wanted in life to call my own. The art I had, this talent, it was the only thing I had.

I rose up and moved to the door pushing it open. My instructor stopped speaking and looked at me. I held my head down and moved to my art area…I could feel everyone looking at me as well. I began moving slowly cleaning up everything. My locker, all the expensive acrylic paint I had purchased for my fine art course. I cleaned it all up scrubbing and tidying the floor as I fixed inside the locker as well making my area clean and tidy.

The sunset lit through the room and I covered the destroyed work with a white cloth. My area was clean and I managed to get every speck of paint off the floor and wall. I looked down on my hands they were red, swollen…and numb.

I took up my bag and left the university. I never felt like taking the train, I never felt like going anywhere, I just wanted to go home and curl into a ball. My cell began ringing in my bag and I pulled it out cringing at the feeling in my hand as I held the phone moving it to my ear. I scrubbed and scraped too hard. All the cleaning had me down to my knees as well. I was pained up all over.

"Kaichi?"

"Yes?"

"Yes? Sounds like something happened is everything alright?"

I sighed.

"Aumm, I went to class today, someone destroyed my piece along with all my art equipment."

"WHAT?!" She exclaimed over the phone and I could hear the sound of glass hitting something as she cursed under her breath, "The fuck you mean- as in, destroyed everything?"

"Yes, it was to be submitted next week Monday."

"You have been working on that for a month now, you sent me the pictures- I still have them and-"

"I know…my instructor gave me a week extension. Technically it was to be handed in last week Friday; some got a chance till this Wednesday. But I have until Monday."

"That's not even mercy, that's like…pity!"

"It's his job…I'm sure he is being kind enough, that's probably the day the grades must be on the system."

"That's ridiculous though who would do that and that instructor should give you like a default 100 or absent or something, what's his name-where does he live-what's his blood type!"

"What?" I pause as I crack a small smile. Honestly even at times like this she made me smile.

"I just need to know him so I can kill him." She said sounding very serious.

"I'm sure he's doing his job."

"I'm sure he- ughh, the stock truck is here, hold on let me go clear this shippi-"

"No it's okay umm…I want some alone time to think."

"Oh…okay. Come to my place tonight, I'll by you vanilla ice cream, my treat"

"No I want to go an-"

"Kaichi….pleaaaaaassssse~"

I sighed, "Okay…"

"Yaaay, see you tonight then you know where the hidden key is,"

"Yessssss."

I hung up sighing deeply. I untied the sweater around my waist and slipped it on as the chilly night air blew against my skin and made me cold. The time was getting dark and I felt a bit cold plus since I was going to Itori house, I wasn't so far away from curling into a bed. Just the next 15-20 minutes.

I continued walking and someone bumped right into me.

Suddenly I felt a tight grip on my hand as this male- he grabbed my hand and then pulled me into the dark alley way. I began fussing wait, is this a joke?

He covered my eyes with his hand as I felt something tightly wrap around my eyes and I felt my body suddenly bash into the wall my bag falling to my feet as I felt my boots splash in some mucky water and the scent of dirty alley way and garbage hit my nose and the only thing I could hear was the distant sound of traffic.

I felt hands and a muscular body behind me, his hands pinning both my hands above my head, his groin against my ass and his body force holding me in place.

Is this a joke!

"St-Stop!"

"Sh-Sh-Shhhhhshh be quiet, fuck you're sexier than I even thought!" He said his musky breath close to my face as I could sense him directly next to my ear the sharp scent of Hennessey and Red Bull filling my nose coming from his mouth. "You know how frustrating it is jerking off to you every day but now-" His hand went up my shirt and gripped my bra pulling it ripping the cloth as he pushed his hand underneath the material and cupped my breast in his hands groping it.

"N-No!"

I shivered at his harsh touch cringing at it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh~ Fu-Fuck yes your making me so filthy hard bitch, stop turning me on please, spread your legs let me feel your pussy come on let me feel it your begging me to rape you aren't you!"

"W-WHATS WRONG WITH YOU I SAID STOP"

"SHUT UP- come on….let me rape you before I at least eat you, can't you just let a ghoul have its meal in peace?" He said harshly as my heart stopped.

My blood ran cold.

Meal?

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