"The bloodline has finally awakened.." Said Akita.
As he struggles tearing away from his abusive past; tortured and broken, Akita recollects himself and lives a somewhat ordinary life. However, his captor re-appears after the few years, taking what...
I couldn't think. I couldn't concoct anything anymore. It was all trivial. Nothing else mattered, she was withdrawn. In risk. Alone... With nobody to help her. It was simply all my liability.
I had no time to lose, however. It was all a line in which I must cut through to get to where I want to be. Metaphorically, that line is Mira. Unless I actually stand up and rise from my fall, I won't find her in time. That's the point of his whole dilemma.
I gaped up at the now sunlit sky, the clouds white and fleecy. The sun was halfway up to the top of the horizon's line, indicating that it was almost mid-morning. I had absolutely nothing else to focus on today besides her. I was about to run when I recognized something; I had no idea where I was heading. I had no idea what direction or paths to take. There was only one person I knew whom could lead me in the right direction.
Uta.
He knew almost every corner of the 23rd ward, plus, he helped liberate Kaneki before.
Right now, Uta is my best chance at finding her.
I took my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it and going to my messages. I clicked the name that said "Uta," and sent him a message.
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Good. He agreed to help me... With his help, I may truly have a chance on ascertaining Mira before something unfortunate happens. I lamented — In relief, of course. Warmly, I began to travel to the station, which was roughly 5 blocks away from where I was. It was still early in the forenoon, so not many people were out and about the city. It made trekking around the streets much smoother; regarding I habitually have to tread on the side of the road instead of the sidewalk. It was also stiller than I am used to. The once crowd-packed roads and walkways were now tranquilly at rest. For a minuscule moment, I seemed content walking about as a ghoul.
Cafes, stores, markets, businesses, gas stations, banks, restaurants... Everything was more prominent now that it was calm.
I gallivanted down each block, taking an admiration towards each concise thing I used to overlook. I guess everything has a little something that makes it appealing...Huh?
It was considerably tepid, estimating it was around 7 in the morning. So, I took off the black hoodie I had on over my long sleeve tee. The hoodie made my body feel like a forge, plausibly fit that I did take it off before I over-heated and sweat to death. As I turned another corner, my stomach began to growl in yearn for food. It had been a while since I had eaten anything... Actually, it's been nearly a day or two... Plus, I can sense myself going over the edge already.
I needed something to eat desperately.
With me being a ghoul, eating human food like cheeseburgers, fries, donuts... And creampuffs... Brown, light, golden, warm, perfect... creampuffs with a smooth vanilla custard, and an aroma so sweet and doughy that filled your nostrils... Just wasn't an option for me... Sadly enough... I am stuck with flesh. Sticky, icky, gooey, rubbery, human flesh. Don't forget the blood. Never ever forget the blood. That's the liquid part of your "Rubber and goop" meal. Sounds good, right?
