Memories of a Eulogy (Tokyo Ghoul OC Fanfiction)

Chapter Three: Vanish

Aru was dropped in an instant, a setting of fear overcoming the abusive adult. Aru fell onto the floor, uneven balance causing his feet to slip. He landed on his hands, to his surprise, and regained physical composure. The man stood before the teen with a completely changed view. He was terrified, something Aru had never seen from him.

It was absolutely laughable, so much for your tough act.

Kujo stood, paralyzed in fear for a few moments, then spoke. "How could they let a monster like you live in my home?"

Aru bore into the man, "Then take your key back, I'd rather die than live with shit like you!" Aru threw the key at the floor.

"Now get out of my way, I'll be taking my things and leaving." He brushed past the man, hitting his shoulder. "And I'd say it was nice staying here, but that'd be a lie."

Aru turned the knob of the door, expecting to see Iggy, though he wasn't present. It was better him not seeing the outcome, yet Aru felt regretful for his sake. He grabbed the laptop and charger, phone charger, and some clothes. He always expected this stay to be transient, it was only a matter of time he would leave. He knew it would be from a sour note, never a sorrowful 'goodbye', but a scornful 'get out'.

Aru walked out of the room, and next out of the apartment, slamming the door.

Good riddance, nothing in my life was worse than living in that hell.

Aru began walking, to where he didn't know, just somewhere better than before. He found himself walking towards the coffee shop from earlier in the day. Deciding it stop there for the time being, unsure of what was best yet. The air was becoming cold and the day drawing it's end. Street lamps soon illuminated the roads and sidewalks, night had made its presence known. The now isolated ghoul found the shop easier this time around, opening the door and smelling the beans deeply.

"Ahhh, this shop is definitely something else," Aru spoke aloud in response to the aroma.

The teen slunk into a seat, following the previous entry, and ordering a lone cup of coffee. A different waiter this time, though why it mattered was of no point to him. The coffee would be a few minutes, as it had been before. He switched on his phone. The bright screen making his eyes dilate slightly. Aru proceeded to call one of his friends and make some kind of awkward arrangement for a place to sleep, if only for the night.

The waiter arrived with beverage in tow and presented it on the table. Aru took a small sip, it was well made yet again. The warm flavor that reached his tired body made life seem so much easier, for the moment. He bore through the contacts on his phone, little as they were. Aru attempted to call Yomo and see if anything could be arranged.

"Oh, well alright, thanks for trying anyway," he ended the call with a deep sigh.

I hadn't expected it anyway, so I shouldn't get so down.

The young ghoul then again attempted to contact a different friend after no good responses. He was extremely hesitant of such a request, though he had no more options to turn to. "Um... hey I know this this a big request, but do you think I could stay the night or something. I kinda got kicked out of the apartment I was staying at." A dead silence persisted.

A sigh broke the silence, "Where are you right now?" Aru spoke in nervous response, "Uh...the coffee shop, the Java Hut."

HIs face turned red as he said such an embarrassing name. "Alright, don't go anywhere, I'll be there in a little bit." The conversation ended with an abrupt hang up.

Aru sat in dismay, of course the last person I want to can house me.

The shop doors opened, making a bell chime as a result. A short woman looked around the room, spotting Aru and moving towards his location. She sat down on the opposite end of the boothe. Her bright hair had been worn down, a contrast to its usual appearance. She looked tired, but moreover distraught. Mina Aikawa, his friend of sorts, though she wasn't very close to him. Silence persisted yet again. Continuous fidgeting, nervousness, and awkward sipping of coffee.