Sukoshi Chō (Little Butterfly) Yomo x reader x Uta *postponed*

Chapter Four: Religion

Iba stood in the alleyway behind Itori's bar, the sky had gotten dark with hues of blue, purple and pink, she puffed out a perfect ring of smoke, hoping to impress the man standing next to her. However, he continued to look towards the wall on the other side of the alley, wanting to ignore her and the disgusting smell that she carried around with her now.

"Why did you start that habit anyways?" Yomo asked.

"I like the burn, you know that." Iba scoffed and flicked the ash from her cigarette.

"Yes, but I thought you had found another way to get that."

"I did, but I left and couldn't find it in my heart to do so."

"You're going soft."

Iba rolled her eyes at the thought and fingered the chain around her neck.

"What's that?" Squinting his eyes, Yomo could see that Iba was wearing a Star of David charm on a silver chain.

"What's what?"

"Your necklace, I didn't know you believed in that stuff."

"Yeah, I converted about 5 years ago." She stared at him and dropped the cigarette butt onto the ground.

"Why would you leave us all? Why would you leave me?"

"Excuse me?" Iba stubbed out the butt and gawked at her ex.

"I thought we... I thought we were doing okay." The stuttering seemed out of character, but so was their relationship.

"I didn't leave because of you. I left because I wasn't comfortable being confined to a world where I'm constantly hunted. I wanted to explore, so I did, now I'm back." She sighed and put a hand on his shoulder, looking at him empathetically. "You're drunk, go home."

"I'm not..." hic "Drunk. I just want answers."

"Sure you do." She removed her hand as he started to walk away. When she stepped back into the bar the other two ghouls stared at her expectantly. "I told him to go home."

"Oh you're no fun!" Itori groaned and waved her hand dismissively at Iba. "Well, I should close up."

Uta, still staring at Iba yawned and stretched almost like a cat and stood up. "Do you need someone to walk you home?"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, it's gotten worse with the Doves." Uta put on his coat, continuing to watch Iba.

"Sure, I remember all that."

"You should take the offer." Itori looked over at the two as she locked the front entrance. The woman walked over to the others and opened the door. "Come on, I just have to go up stairs, you have to go through a battle zone."

"I guess it wouldn't be too bad," Iba shrugged and walked through the back door, followed by her 'escort' and the bartender.

Once Itori was safely up in her apartment, the two ghouls began to walk towards the fourth ward. When Iba pointed to her apartment building, she had expected Uta to stand and wait for her to go inside like they had when they left Itori; however, he followed her up the stairs and to the door.

"What are you doing? You don't need to follow me all the way home." Iba turned around to see Uta right in front of her, the same blank expression as always, but his eyes, saying something completely different.

"I know." He put his hand by her head and leaned in to kiss her, but Iba turned her head and looked at the ground.

"I didn't come back to screw up again. I came back to prove that I can be a good person." She put a hand on her necklace and rubbed her thumb over the initials that were deeply carved in.

"Too bad..." Although Uta seemed callous in that statement he sighed and moved away. "He's lucky, not saying I'm not jealous, but he's still lucky."

"I know... I just don't want to ruin it this time." Iba turned around and unlocked the apartment door, walking in and shutting the door behind her. She slid down the doorframe to the floor and sobbed silently.

Uta lingered a few seconds more, letting himself realize that it was truly over. When he left he had replaced the look in his eyes with the same blank look that washed over the rest of his face.