I'm back! Thank you, ashleygxflora, for reviewing! My first reviewer ;D It seems like there aren't a lot of reviewers in the Tokyo Ghoul fandom, actually. Anyways, after the horrific death of Kazumi's mother took place, she's gone a bit darker than imagined. Kazumi's mother's death was the real starting point for the story. I actually wanted to make it in the middle of the story, but I was like, "Oh, screw this, I'll just make it like in the beginning!" because I have a lot more 'tragic' plot points in the story. Also, perhaps I may make a Juuzou chapter once or twice.
The only thing I saw for days were her, in her bloody, stabbed form. I ignored everyone, and sleep was never visited. Food wasn't eaten well, smiles were never turned quite up. I saw nothing but her unrecognizable corpse.
That night, I went to the park. My favorite place. The sakura trees flowed in the night, and I looked up at the stars, still twinkling their starry songs. The oh-so-familiar bridge was still rounded above the ever-running river, the moon reflecting its mellow colors in it. The streetlights were on, illuminating the whole thing. Some couples still lingered, holding hands. My bloodied hands were of attraction to their eyes, widening and quickly walking away.
The benches beside the sandbox were still there as always, and I sat down. I wish I had brung my sketchpad, but I knew that wasn't possible. Instead, I hung my head. I recalled the most recent of memories at the park; my mother and I, a month ago, gleefully strolling through. My head then continued to bring back memories I did not want to bring back. The tears from before, now dried on my olive skin, replenished themselves, streams running down my cheeks. I heard steps. Looking up, I saw Shinohara and a very confused Juuzou behind him. "Why?" I choked out. Shinohara was all seriousness, but gentle at the same time.
"The ghoul...he..." Shinohara said. "He got away."
I bit my lip, holding back another sob. More tears streamed down my now-ruined face. "I don't care." I said, which was a lie.
He sat down next to me, Juuzou still hiding. "Hey! Stitches boy! What are you doing?" I yelled at Juuzou. His eyes flickered around, not knowing what to say. Good. I wanted him to go away. I didn't like him at all. He and Shinohara both noticed my distress. Shinohara put a hand on my shoulder and proceeded to walk away, Juuzou following close behind.
I stayed awake at the park the whole night, in the warm summer air. I felt numb. Laying on the bench, I covered my arm over my face. "Kaa-san...kaa-san..."I yelled over and over. Letting out a cry, I slammed my fist on the side of the table connected to the seat. I heard some more steps.
"You forgot this," A voice muttered up above. Glancing at who it was, I saw Juuzou, Shinohara far behind. In his hand stretched out was a necklace, reading "love". My father had given that to my mother years ago. She wore it every single day. My eyes widened.
"...Thanks," I said.
He smiled and ran off to join Shinohara again after I took it gently from his hand.
I clasped it over my neck and sat for the rest of the night.
I didn't want a funeral, I just wanted her to be buried. But the CCG insisted. After all, "she was an excellent ghoul hunter and investigator," They all said.
Many of kaa-san's friends were at the funeral, Taiki, Shinohara...they were all there. Juuzou wasn't, which I was a bit thankful of. After the reception, I walked into the street and into the tiny patch of woods nearby. Finding a rock, I sat on it, gazing up at the sky.
"Rei-chan...we missed the funeral today. What do you think of that? Rei-chan doesn't care about it..." a voice a few meters away was heard. When he saw me, he narrowed his eyes. "Why are you here?" It was Juuzou.
"You missed the funeral, and I'm glad," I said. "But why wouldn't you care?"
"She's dead. So what?" He said.
I looked at him, surprised. "...Well, she...she's important to some people. I mean...I loved her..."
Narrowing his eyes even more, he said, "Love...is not...real..." He got more angry.
"Love is what holds us together," I argued.
"You're making me mad. Love is not real..." He stomped away.
I stared at him, disgusted. Then I wondered..."Does anyone love him?"
Does anyone?
New chapter! It's only been a few days, so I'll give you this! Oh, also, these few chapters have been before the setting of Tokyo Ghoul.