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

Chapter Ten: Secrets Part Two

Another successful day at Sukoshi Chō, at least by Iba's standards, selling out of the entire stiff lace and onyx collection within the time it took her to take inventory and eat lunch. The boutique was growing with an immense speed; in just the last month, she had doubled the amount of money that it had required her to start up the business.

However, when Iba walked home each night, she felt a little bit lost, like something wasn't right and she yearned to know why. Of course, her first thought was that her grandmother wasn't near her, or that maybe it was her conflictions of the heart catching up to her, yet when she thought too hard, she realized it was something that hadn't quite been addressed since she was 19 years old and in the USA on a small farm that hid away the last of the ghoul population in that town.

"Shamira..." she hadn't said that name or seen the little girl since she was born. It was all so sudden as she walked past the tall buildings and down alleys, her muscle memory telling her which way to go and what to do.

The little girl Shamira, would be six years old in March, she had black hair like her father and green eyes like her mother, such a beautiful little girl, such pale skin, and was so delicate.

Hearing the honk of someone's car horn, Iba snapped out of her mind and looked around, she realized that she was in the middle of the street, just standing there as someone was trying to pass on a green light. When she ran she felt the cold winter's air blow into her face, whip at her long hair it made her want to go into the nearest heated building. Fortunate as it was that the fourth ward's resident mask maker's light was still on.

Slamming the heavy bolted door behind her, Iba looked around the shop, taking in the familiar scents of cow leather, feathers, tacky glue, metal mixed with blood and the ever-obvious scent of the ghoul whom occupied this place.

As she walked around, looking at all of the well crafted masks, Iba thought about things that weren't all that important, business totals, material quality, import rates, really just things that had to do with the products themselves and no more with the items that had persuaded her to enter this building in the first place.

"Hey." His face was blank, but his eyes were intrigued, that was all she could say, as Iba looked up at him standing right in front of her, he stood about a head over her, but it was no problem, it wasn't like she was planning on kissing him.

"I-" she paused, collecting her thoughts, and fiddled with the necklace at her throat. "I have something I need to tell you."

He nodded as if asking her to go on.

"It's about why I left."

And that's when his emotions began to show.