Hello everyone! Thank you for being patient with me, this definitely took me a lot longer than I thought it would. Anyway, little authors note: some of you may notice some changes going on in Akira's thoughts and actions, and rightfully so. There are some major things that have been happening inside our little Mado's head and heart. Stay tuned ;)

Chapter Two

Akira's body laid hunched over, with the smell of vomit quickly being washed away by the rain. Seidou's gaze lingered at his blacked out old rival. Blood and human tissue smeared his pale face and under his dirty nails. At least he got a meal out of this little rescue charade. He giggled to himself. He could eat her up too while he was at it.

Her body shuddered, and for a moment Seidou did too.

"Oi, you awake Mado?" Seidou casually strolled over the mangled corpses, squatted down, and lifted Akira's head up by her matted, blonde hair.

He giggled as he put both hands on her face, squishing her cheeks together.

"Wakey wakey A-ki-ra-channnn"

She began mumbling something incoherent as she dozed in and out of consciousness.

"Taki-taki...mmmm" Akira could not get her words out.

Seidou lulled her head side to side, playing with her much like a rag doll. He was too busy playing with her head to notice her hand weakly gripping his leg.

"Taki-takizawa."

"What d'ya want? Ya lush."

In a moment of drunken clarity, though still in a dreamlike state, Akira braced herself onto Seidou-

"I don't want to do this...I dont want to do this anymore."

"What ya trying to-" He was quickly cut off by her frantic cries.

"I want you to eat me!"

For what seemed like an eternity, everything around was silent. Then a loud cackle erupted. Seidou erupted into gregarious laughter. He didnt think he had laughed so hard in his life. His eyes went wide with craze, and his black lips stretched thin in a mad grin.

What the Fuck is she even saying? Eat her?...wait...does she mean literally or-

Akira lunged forward, both hands gripping Seidous cloak till her knuckles were white.

"Just devour me already! I dont want to do this anymore, I dont want to feel this way anymore!" She shouted, as tears ran down her face. "Please, just do it." Akira sobbed into Seidou's cloak.

Oh, she meant literally.

Seidou's laughter had stopped. He looked down at her head, unsure of what to think or feel. Sure she was drunk out of her mind, but why the crazy demand?

Another wave of nausea came over Akira, she clumsily pushed Seidou to the side, and she threw up. Welcoming the darkness again.

This was not how Seidou had envisioned this night going. Truth be told, he had been hanging around for a couple of days, trying to find the right time and way to approach his former comrade. No matter how much time passed, Akira and Amon were a piece of him that he could never let go of. A piece that felt as heavy as Amon's cross around Seidou's neck. Although he wanted to shed his previous life like a snake skin, since there was no going back to it, he couldn't shake the emptiness from leaving them.

Now here she was, in his arms again, albeit smelling of vomit. From watching her those past few days, he could tell something had been off with her. Not many would be able to spot the cracks in Akira Mado's stone cold exterior, but Seidou could. Tonight everything came to a head with whatever had been going on with her. She was drunk, weaponless, and begging to be eaten. Which was not normal Mado behavior.

Ok, now what?

He began to nervously pick at his nails with his teeth, nibbling till his fingers bled and his thumb nail ripped off. Saliva began to pull in his mouth, and his head started to tick.

I could just eat her. Grant her wish. Hehe if Mado was dead-

In the deep parts of his mind, something whispered, no, mourned-

If Mado was dead, there would be nothing left.

Before the stench of fresh blood drew vulture ghouls from their hiding, Seidou picked Akira's sleeping form, careful to not get any of the vomit on them, and left. This is not how he planned this night to go.

He'd be lying if he said he didnt know where Akira's apartment was. He'd even be ashamed to mention that he could get there in his sleep. Though he had never been inside, he was always curious of what her dwelling place looked like.

I bet Amon got to see inside her apartment, bastard.

Being in town again for the first time in years was a bit nostalgic. So many memories knocking on the door of his brain. Memories he didnt want to let in. There was too much pain, and too many 'what if's'.

Her body felt warm in his arms, and it was comforting to know that the smell of booze was still the same for him. This position brought back not too distant memories in itself. Her face, full of sweat, blood, and tears. The picture of her face that day, when she shielded him and when she cried for him, had haunted him many days and nights afterward.

In one leap Seidou landed on her narrow balcony. The sudden movement made Akira stir, nuzzling her face into his neck, sending a cold chill down Seidou's back.

"Stop that! Now where are your keys?" He knew she couldnt hear any of it, but the silence was beginning to bother him. Shifting her body like a ragdoll, he found a small kitty coin purse hooked on one of her skirts loops. It's insides were limited to an I.D, debit card, and house key. The apartment's balcony led straight into Akira's bedroom. The bedroom was incredibly plain for being a young woman's room, but the smell was just as intoxicating. It was a subtle mix of summer rains and coffee beans.

Her wet clothes clung to her frame, and she began to shiver as he laid her onto her bed. Deep in his mind, there was something about this scene that felt like a long lost dream. Something that his cinnamon-roll past self would have fantasized about. However, those days were long gone.

Had it not been for the rebel thugs, he'd still be simply watching from the shadows. From what he could tell, and hear, both human and ghoul rebel groups had been popping up, creating mayhem. Hate still ran deeply on both sides, and the fact that Akira would be stumbling around drunk and weaponless during such times was down right mind boggling to Seidou. Never in any lifetime would he imagine that to be an inkling of a scenario; but here she was, drunk and weaponless.

Should I even be here?

He huffed and sat down on the floor, leaning his back against her bed, and counting her breaths. He felt oddly vulnerable sitting in the silence of Akira's room, as though any moment she would jolt out of bed and-

Be disgusted by me being here.

Truth was, he didnt know why he even came back to this place. There was no place for him here. Someone with his sins deserved to be dead. Human and ghoul relations were making progress, and Seidou still felt like an outcast. There was no place for him in her world, he was just waiting around for her to come to her senses just to tell him to leave.

Seidou began biting on his lips, drawing blood, then sucking it away.

There's no place for me here. Why am I here. I shouldn't be here.

Thoughts raced in his mind, clouding up his head and eyes. He drew his cloak closer to him, and started to get up.

There was a tug.

His first thought was he had gotten caught on something, until he noticed a small pale hand not letting him go.

"Please, Seidou."

Dazed, but awake, Akira held tightly his black cloak. Her white blouse still wet, and the pink of her skin showing through.

"Not again, dont go...again."

End of another chapter...sorry, it felt like it was going on forever. Next chapter should be up a little sooner than this one was. I'll be honest, the very last chapter of Tokyo Ghoul is out...and im in a bit of a depressive slump (not necessarily because of anything that happened, but simply because it's over). Thanks for the patience!