The same suffocating darkness still clung to Iriai when the sunlight saved her from that place once again. When she finally sat up, Ayato wasn't anywhere.
She got dressed and went outside. If she was going to live here now, she should at least know where she was. Even though she'd lived here most of her life, Iriai had no idea where she was going. All she really knew was that it was the 11th Ward, in Ōta, but that was it. Unknowing of her surroundings, she wandered around and finally came to the bridge. There were a few card here, but she just went wherever her feet took her. Which happened to be under the bridge.
What she saw when she got there was enough to make her stop walking.
Three mangled bodies. Blood everywhere. And the person standing over them was Ayato. The two ghouls from yesterday were standing behind him, one holding a phone. Ayato himself was now wearing a sort of rain jacket over his clothes. It had a fur-rimmed hood, but was mainly a grey, rustling material.
He put a hand to his face and, when he removed it, he was holding the mask that Iriai had seen the design of yesterday. She had to strain to hear what he said to the ghoul with the phone, but she thought it had something to do with Banjou, the one who Jiro was always following. When the one with the phone replied, Ayato cursed.
"We're headed to the 20th Ward, too," he said, staring across the river "Our objective; to secure Rize."
"Thinking about it, Ayato-san, you came from 20th Ward, right?" the ghoul without a phone mused.
"I don't remember much," Ayato said, but Iriai was fairly certain he was lying, "They're basically a bunch of peace-addicted wimps." He chuckled that dark chuckle again. "Actually, I think I do have one relative there." He lifted his arm to his face, probably licking the blood from it. "One of the peace-addicted wimps."
The three of them walked straight past Iriai, not appearing to notice her. So she followed them, the least rational thing she could have done.
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They had walked and ran all the way from Ōta to Nerima in around 5 hours and Iriai's feet felt as though they would start bleeding. Despite the Doc Martens having moulded perfectly to her feet, they felt like rocks after having walked 23 kilometres. Even in all this time, she had still managed to tail Ayato and his followers. And they hadn't noticed her.
They drew up to what looked like a coffee shop, which was when Iriai finally stood beside them.
"You were following us?" Ayato asked calmly.
Iriai nodded, not entirely sure how he'd react.
"And you didn't tell Yamori?"
"N-no," she stuttered, unsure of what that had to do with anything. She could feel him scrutinising her every move.
"Good," he finally said after much hesitation, and walked away from the coffee shop.
"Wait!" Iriai called and he stopped walking, not turning around. "Where are you going?"
"Elsewhere."
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Unravel the World
Kinh dịAll her life, Iriai Kuro has been lied to. But now she knows who she is- what she is - nothing can be the same. Nothing has ever been explained; why her father left, where her brother went, how she could survive. But one person... He changes everyth...
