Stitching Our Hearts Together

Chapter 1: Enemies

The rain was pouring down hard. It didn't seem like it would be stopping any time soon. Juuzou's white hair was completely drenched, his white shirt so soaked that you could see the black tank top clearly underneath. A wide smile was worn across his face as he starred up into the dark sky. His smile was filled with complete joy, and yet it looked absolutely insane. He let out a high pitched laugh, his voice sounding young for his age. In fact, everything about him looked rather young despite the fact that he was nearly twenty.

Juuzou looked back out and down the dark alley way in front of him. He had no real purpose for being out. He just wanted to feel free, feel the rain on his skin. He wouldn't dare sit inside on such a beautiful day. Humming obnoxiously to himself, he started to skip down the alley-way before him. There was a deceased human behind a dumpster on the side of him, but Juuzou didn't pay anymore mind than to say "Ohhh man! Looks like the ghouls got you! Must have been too slow!" His laughter rang out down the alley way as he continued on his path, the destination still completely unclear to him.  Things like this were just normal in his world.  Juuzou wasn't phased by anything anymore.  He wasn't sure he could remember a time when he ever was.

The only thing that made the boy stop was the sound of an opening door. He turned to look in the direction, seeing a black haired figure come out and flip a sign on the front of the door from open to closed. Juuzou took a few more steps in that direction, oddly curious about what kind of shop would have been in the middle of an alley-way. It must have been something pretty skeevy which only added to his curiosity.  When he was in better view, his head tilted to the side. A hand came up and absentmindedly started pulling on red stitches that he'd sew into his lips as he stared at the man at the door.

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The black haired male's nose twitched. He smelled something peculiar around him even if the rain was trying to mask a bit of the scent.  Since the smell was human, his ghoul senses refused to ignore it. There was something different about it though. It was more intoxicating then the usual scent of a human, causing his hunger to grow rather intensely. However, he kept a good enough diet of flesh to keep from acting on it.

Normally the male would have just walked right back into his shop, but something possessed him to turn around to take in the owner of that scent. When he did so, he was surprised at the view he'd gotten. It was a rather petite male with the most interesting stitches all over his body.  His outfit was not something most people would have worn out, but it screamed creativity.  To an artist like himself, that was something to be admired.

Their eyes locked together at almost the exact same time. The dark haired male, Uta, kept a straight face regardless of the fact that he found the red color of the other's eyes absolutely mesmerizing. There was something about them that was so unique that the artist inside of him just wanted to take a picture so he could view the breathtaking sight of those eyes again and again. The boy didn't seem to be mocking his rather apathetic looking expression, the one he wore so easily regardless of the fact that his interest was indeed peeked. The white haired male was leaning forward, standing on his toes and his mouth was started to open in awe. That's when Uta remembered his own eyes and his eye brow twitched. If the pale, sickly looking boy in front of him was a sight to take in, he was pretty sure he would be an even bigger one. Finding it pointless to turn back now, Uta just stood there, eyes continuing to stay locked on the boy.

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"Oh wow!" Juuzou exclaimed, the sides of his lips curving up as his mouth slammed shut for just a moment. "Your eyes are so cool! But... I thought ghoul eyes only did that when they were hungry." He turned his head to the side, white hair tickling his own neck and he let out a chuckle. "Do you wanna eat me Mr. Ghoul?" He laughed louder as the dark haired male's expression seemed to tense up. "I'll tell you what! Let's make a deal! If you can catch me before I kill you, you get to live." He giggled. Either way one of them would end up dead, but it was his job to take out ghouls, and fighting really got his heart pumping. "That sounds like fun, doesn't it?"