Wilting Roses (Arima Kishou fan fiction)

eight

She awoke in a dark place, not able to tell her location, the place smelled like a hospital, but she knew that wasn't it. She raised up, looking around the room. It was blank, and the walls were bare cement. The air was heavy and had a briskness about it. She realized that she was underground, and she figured that she was in Cochela. Looking at her hands, she saw that she was clean, there wasn't anything saying that she had fought investigators... however long ago. She couldn't trust her mind, but she couldn't remember what had happened after she came across Arima. She looked down, trying to remember what exactly had happened, and she shivered, feeling a draft of air.

She stood, looking around the room, feeling a dull pain in her neck, near her ear. She walked to a wall, letting her Kagune out. Then, she let a barrage of bolts, seeing that there was quinque steel in under the layer of concrete. She sighed to herself, thinking of the days to come, and sat, looking around the barren cell pursing her lips. She laid back and stared at the ceiling, not knowing what else she could do.

Days became months, and months went on. Day by day it was the same routine over and over again. She got up, brushed her hair, was taken for questioning, got a meal, then went for questioning again. It never seemed to change, no matter the amount of time she was kept there. They wanted to know where her 'Extended family' were. They were now thinking that her file was false. That she had fabricated everything that dealt with the high RC counts and the supposed RC tumors on her back that a now defected doctor had studied. They now know that they were an Ukaku kagune. She frowned to herself. She had heard about a scheduled disposal, but she didn't know who was going to be the one to disappear. They never told them, anyway.

She sighed, they coming again for a questioning. She followed the wardens up the stairs and into the interrogation room, the glass not yet being lit so she can see through. She sat in the chair, wondering who it was today. Usually, she was faced with Yoshitoki Washuu, he coming in the chairman's place. She watched as the glass brightened, seeing the man that had put her in there sitting across from her. She didn't feel her eyes grow, or the tears start to pour out of her eyes. She had felt empty the months she had been in here. She then heard the click of the Microphone and his voice come through "There's no reason to cry, Anou." She looked up at him, feeling a cold stare coming from the man. "I met you the first time ten years ago. When the One-Eyed owl and Little Owl attacked the second ward office. We had heard of two ghouls that we called X and Y before that. We named the One-Eyed Owl, then you. How is it, that if the One-Eyed Owl and you are twins, your Kakuja is smaller? Shouldn't you have the same size kakuja?"

She just looked at him, not entirely sure how she should explain her situation. She decided she should just go from the start. And tell him her complete story. She looked at the ceiling, thinking about how she should start it out. "Well, my sister, Eto and I, have been separated since birth. She grew up with a man named Noro. I grew up with my father. We wandered for a while, didn't really settle down until I was eight. We had an apartment for a few years, then we heard of a ghoul that could possibly be my sister. And then, we saw her in action. It broke my father's heart, but we confirmed that it was Eto. And then, we came across you. I was just developing my Kakuja and getting used to fighting with my kagune. I grew up on the streets. I grew up being sheltered by my father, he always protected me when we got into a scuffle." She was proud of her story, even if she was a ghoul. She was a ghoul that had gotten into the CCG and became a first-class investigator. "My father taught me how to read and write. He also showed me the beauty of books and how you can lose yourself in them."

She looked down, knowing that she had just given them what they wanted. That it was her that had been scheduled for disposal. She felt her gallant joy fade, and turn into a sadness and emptiness that only haunted her existence. "Arima, I enjoyed the time we spent together. I know that this is probably going to be the last time I see you because I have been scheduled for disposal. Thank you for everything you have done for me. Kishou Arima I-" She was cut off by the click of the microphone. "You're not being disposed of. You're too good of an investigator for that to happen. Therefore, you're going to become an investigator again, under my watch." She couldn't help it. Tears kept flowing down her face. She didn't want to lose her life, to lose her memories even. She had no idea what was going to happen to her. But she did know that it wasn't going to be good. She watched as he kept talking, not hearing what he was saying. She felt the wardens grab her by the arms and take her back to her cell, seeing his cold face in her mind, haunting her.