Blood, Guts, & Desire (Delectable)

Chapter Two:

A/N: So I think after a couple more introductory chapters, I'll start writing in first person rather than third. But that will be around chapter four or so, once I've gotten the basic character information out in the story.

In order to tell the difference between character POVs, I'll be putting names in the chapter titles.

✌✌✌Thanks for reading guys, and I hope you enjoy it! ✌✌✌

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The bell hanging from the cafe door jingled quietly as Ashoka pushed it open, taking a seat at the empty counter.

Looking around, she noticed the entire cafe was empty.

"Touka?", She called into the back, the name of one of the servers.

"Mr. Yoshimura?"

A small clanging sound came from the kitchen, followed by footsteps, as a young man made his way out from the back.

He had a white eye-patch over his right eye, and seem nervous, wringing a wet dishtowel in his hands: over and over again.

"Hello?", He said, smiling almost sadly.

Ashoka sniffed the air, drawing​ in the scent of human and female-ghoul? It wasn't a bad blend, but it was certainly strange.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The boy twists the towel a little rougher, "Ken Kaneki. I'm new here".

Ashoka breathes deeply again, commiting his smell to memory: "No shit".

She bobs her head back suddenly, indicating the empty cafe.
"Where is everyone?"

Kaneki opens his mouth, but another voice cuts him off: "Gone you stupid, we're closed".

Ashoka smiles wryly, addressing the dark-haired girl who has appeared from behind Kaneki.

"Thanks Touka, great to see you again too".

Touka rolls her eyes and tosses a small package onto the table: wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine.

"You were supposed to be here earlier you dumb bitch".

Ashoka let out a soft laugh, feeling her eyes start to darken.
"Do you really want to do this in here?", She hissed under her breath.

Kaneki nearly dropped the towel, but Touka merely smiled: "What, so I can pummel your dumb ass like I did last time?"

She leaned over the counter, leering over at Ashoka, "How did it feel to loose your first feeding ground? To lose your dwindling dignity whole".

Ashoka's eyes flashed black and red, her kagune threatening to explode out of her at any moment.

"Girls".

The soft yet firm voice of Yoshimura, drifted over to them from the kitchen doorway, shocking them both to their senses.

"Not today", he continues, moving into the main room. His eyes flit between the three teens, before settling on Ashoka.

"How is your mother?", He says, smiling softly.

"Fine", she responds curtly, slipping the package of flesh into her knitted bag.

"Then I'm sure you would love to get home to her: be there for what time you have".

Ashoka stood up from her stool: "She's not dying."

Yoshimura only nodded silently, watching Ashoka walk out of the cafe and down the crowded street.