Blood, Guts, & Desire (Delectable)

Chapter Four:

A/N: Hah, so I totally lied: the third person POV will not end this chapter, because I haven't gotten all the background stuff out yet.
(Nor have I really set up the appearance at Anteiku, as mentioned in the description.)

Maybe by the next chapter?

Anyways, this chapter is longer than the more regular ones, mainly because I randomly got ideas.

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Trigger Warning

Ashoka trailed behind the boy from earlier, having followed him from the school, down this nearly empty street.

Her mask was in her purse, just next to the package of suicide flesh she'd collected for her mother.

The voices and footsteps of other high school students mingled with the city sounds of the 20th Ward. Or at least Ashoka thought it was high school: the students seemed older than that, but she didn't really know how the school system here worked anyways.

So who cared.

Focusing her mind, Ashoka inhaled the boy's scent, memorising it as best she could, just like she had done with Kaneki's earlier.

Voila.

Now she would know whenever he was in range, making hunting much easier in the future.

Turning down a different street, Ashoka dropped the boy's trail, deciding on a simpler food source for the day.

A young woman leaned against a chain link fence at the end of the alleyway, but she reeked of ghoul so Ashoka recoiled, turning down yet another street.

Here was a little boy, hands entrenched in the mud, playing quietly. He hummed under his breath, not looking up as Ashoka approached.

"Good afternoon child", Ashoka said kindly, her normally sassy persona hidden beneath this new facade.

The boy looked up and nearly fell into the puddle he'd been playing in, as he stood.

I'd say around ten to eleven, Ashoka thought to herself.

He was skinny, so the meat would be sinewy, but the marrow would be fresh and delicious. Her mouth watered at the thought.

"Good afternoon Miss".

Ashoka leaned down towards the boy, "I'm looking for Kikiowa Street. Somewhere around here I think".

The boy paused in thought, "I don't think I know that street".

Of course you don't, littke rat, I just invented it.

Ashoka stuck her lip out, pretending to sulk, "Ah, that's too bad. I need to get to my friend's house. We were supposed to go out to eat tonight".

The boy smiled like a little child would, cheeks pink with youth.
"I'm sorry".

The little boy crouched down again, hands reaching out to the muddy toys floating in the puddle. But Ashoka wasn't finished: