Modified (Uta x Reader)

2: Inflicted Upon

"You don't talk much." He looked you closely in the face. "I guess that means you don't need an opening for your mouth."

"I don't know you." You pulled your head back slightly; taken aback by the closeness.

"That's correct. But you have a unique appearance."

"So do you. Scleral tattoos? Hardcore."

"Tell me, who sewed up your lip? Or are you a self-masochist and you did it yourself?"

"Who's asking?"

"It helps me make you a better mask."

"I prefer to be inflicted upon."

He cracked a smile as he let out a hiss through his mouth.

"And I prefer to inflict. It seem Itori might have had an ulterior motive in sending you here. You don't even really need a mask, do you? You don't hunt."

"I scavenge."

"Are you an artist?"

"Is this a job interview?" You scowled, unimpressed by the conversation.

"A mask interview. Are you always so hostile?" He grabbed some materials and held them up to your face.

"Yes." You stood up. "I will let you get back to your hedonistic pleasures."

And with that you walked out of the door of the mask shop. Either you would come back at the same time next week or this strange man would have to come find you. Whichever way, you had to get going on your other tasks for the day. Not there they were actually tasks... more like desires.

"She's interesting, Yomo. I could stand to see her again." Uta turned to look at the grumpy man leaning against the wall.

"You could at least hide your erection." Yomo scoffed at him as he crossed his arms.

"Or you could do something with it. I'm sure that I won't be having any more customers for the day." Uta walked up and leaned against Yomo. "I wonder how she knew I was a hedonist..."

"It's not exactly a secret. Especially if she knows Itori." But Yomo didn't talk much longer, as his lips were overtaken by Uta's.

Meanwhile, you were walking towards a cafe. You didn't even like coffee, but it was the only thing you could stomach besides human flesh. And you certainly didn't want to go to a ghoul den to eat. It would have been easier to get over this flaw if you could have stomached some cream and sugar in the dreaded drink; but it made you sick.

You sighed as you waited in line at the nearest coffee place and looked at your watch. You had two hours left before the pick up. Not enough time to do anything serious, but enough time to go back to Itori and ask her about that mysterious man called Uta.

What kind of name is Uta anyway? So short and blunt. Perhaps it fits him. Or maybe he grew into it... You thought as you ordered a black coffee and took a seat at the window.

It was hard to hold yourself back from the delicious smell of human flesh; especially since it was not but five months ago that you were binge eating all day, everyday. Now, you were trying to abstain. After all, you really wanted to lose the excess baby weight.