Slaves of Insanity

Part 1

"She isn't like us..." the red haired woman said quietly, looking at the floor. She was trying her best to avoid the tattooed ghouls stoic gaze. The other ghouls in the room agreed with a nod. There was silence for a moment as Uta looked towards a door at the back of his shop.

" It may be true that she is not one of us, but you all must sense that she is not human either." He said looking all the other ghouls in the eyes.

"Then what is she?" One mumbled trying no to anger the mask maker.

"I don't know." Uta said sounding like he was deep in thought. "But I intend to find out."

The other ghouls whispered quiet protests as they left the mask shop together. Uta sighed heavily as he fell back into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I hope you know what you are doing, Uta." A female voice whispered softly. Uta looked up to see the red haired woman smiling halfheartedly.

"I don't, but that fact makes this even more interesting." He said amused earning an angry sigh from the woman. "Itori, You out of everybody should know. I can take care of myself."

Itori opened her mouth to protest his statement, but quickly shut it realizing he was right. Uta was one of the strongest ghouls she had ever seen. In fact she had never even seen him use his kagune. Every time he fought, he had only used his bare hands. "Just...be careful." Was all she could say as she walked out of the shop door.

Uta sighed in relief as he heard the door shut. Finally he was alone. Well, almost alone. He once again looked over to the door at the back of his shop. He knew that she was behind it. He thought about checking on her but decided that, in that moment, he was just too tired to do so. She would be fine. He sank back into his chair, placing one of his tattooed hands over this black eyes. The memories of today flooded his vision as he drifted off into a hard slumber.