Sukoshi Chō (Little Butterfly) Yomo x reader x Uta CANCELLED FOREVER

by Hearted-Bleam

When you've been living in a country that completely denies your race's existence, it's hard to come back to a place that fears you and not feel a little bit overwhelmed with the power rush that you get; it's a high, pure and simple. You want to howl and scream when no one knows who you are, but when they all know your name and see your faces on big screens you pull your hoods up a

13. Chapter Twelve: Torn Apart

(WARNING: This chapter is gruesome…-ish.)

Iba sat in her dark apartment, the smell of human blood wafting through the air as if it was nothing. She seemed to have lost all appetite after hearing this stupid human scream over his family. Why did everyone these days have to use that same excuse? It got under her skin.

She was mulling over her blood wine when the sounds of that damn human coughing snapped her out of her trance. His torso split open, innards on the floor with over a liter of blood. Why wouldn't he just die?

"Please… just… I don't want to die…" So pathetic.

Iba turned around and stared at him. "You have kids?"

The man looked shocked, of all the things a ghoul could be saying or doing, she was asking about his kids.

"Y-yes."

"How many? Boys or girls? How old?" Why did she care anyways? He was going to die in 20 to 30 minutes the way he was bleeding so why was she questioning him? Besides all these questions were ridiculous and had no relevance, at least not to him.

"I-I have two… two li-little girls," the man took a breathe. "F-four and seven they…" the man took a deep breathe in and laid his head back.

Determined to hear more, the madwoman slammed her hand down next to the man's head. "Tell me more. What are their names?"

"Ma-mari and… and... Saki." Now the man was gasping for breathe with every syllable; he would obviously be dead soon.

"What are they like?"

"W-why… do… you… ca-care…?"

"JUST TELL ME DAMN IT!" She screamed. Why did she care? It wasn't like she would ever meet them.

"Ma-mari is s-mart, sh-she lik-likes to r-read and wr-write with her cl-class. S-saki is s-shy, she w-wants t-to be l-like her m-mom t-though; A d-doctor." A small smile plays the man's lips as he looks at the ceiling, thinking of his daughters that would probably be wondering where he is at this hour.

Iba looks at the man and sighs. Why…

"Do… do you h-have chil-children?"

Iba sat next to the man on the floor, pulling her knees in and began to tell him everything; the only problem was that his body was beginning to go cold by the time she f