No matter how hard she scrubbed the floor Iba could not remove the bright red blood stains from the pale floorboards. What she did she had regretted instantly.
Why had she been so stupid?
Even if she managed to clean the floor or had to put carpet over it, the man's memory would still be there- with her in the back of her mind for all eternity. All she could think was how badly she wanted to take it all back, not stab that man with her Kagune in the alleyway behind her store, not bring him back to her apartment and torture him about his life after turning him inside out on.
Iba stormed into the shower room; she had to get out, before she went absolutely mad, but she had to get rid of the blood that covered her. She would still stink like human, why even bother to rub the creamy white shampoo into her scalp, it just turned a shade of light pink and refused to rinse from her hair. Feeling the hot water didn't help either; it just reminded her of the blood as it had trickled down her hands.
Fuck.
She stepped out of the shower and bore her flesh to the cold air. It was never going to end, she just needed to get out. Leave the apartment and do something else, drink, screw, smoke, something. Iba wrapped herself in a towel, another thing to be stained red, and marched out of the shower room to get her phone. Before she could touch it, she stopped, who the hell would help her. She was in too deep this time.
Ignoring the thoughts, she picked up the phone dialing the only numbers she needed. Now to wait.
((I decided not to ruin ya'lls lives after all. Was gonna do something TERRIBLE, maybe next time.))
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Sukoshi Chō (Little Butterfly) Yomo x reader x Uta *postponed*
FanfictionWhen you've been living in a country that completely denies your race's existence, it's hard to come back to a place that fears you and not feel a little bit overwhelmed with the power rush that you get; it's a high, pure and simple. You want to how...
