Modified (Uta x Reader)

54: Detergent

"Probably?" Juuzou raised an eyebrow at the ghoul next to him.

"You gave her a credit card?" Uta paused, black sclera blazing forward.

"Yes." The white haired man nodded enthusiastically, as if he were getting every answer correct on a test.

"And it has no spending limit?" Uta tried not to gag.

"Nope!!! It's nice. Good for the baby, good for YN. She can't work and watch the baby how she wants to. So I work and give her money."

"Huh. Who would have thought that hunting ghouls would have such benefits." Uta shook his head and picked his sketch pad back up. "Speaking of benefits, YN, don't forget about the party we're attending on Saturday. Ghouls and half-ghouls only. There's a particular half-ghoul I think you should meet."

"Another half-ghoul? Like me?" You paused as you grabbed your wallet. "They have those?"

"Did I not tell you that? He's not quite like you; he was made and not born." Uta looked back at you. "Hmm, well bring your mask, it's a masquerade."

"No you didn't tell me that, you ass." You mumbled under your breath.

Uta looked up at you harshly as you rolled your eyes at him. His eyes softened.

"Sorry. I should have. I'll personally introduce you to him. Just promise you won't fall in love." He smiled as he continued sketching.

You gave a light smile back.

"No promises." You giggled as you flew out the door and Uta shook his head.

It was nice to be out and about by yourself. Most of the time, the men were at work and you had to take Yukizou with you. Not that he was ever much of a hassle, but he was getting heavier and bigger every day and it was hard to maneuver and carry everything with him attached to you.

Plus, you always had to keep at least half your mind on him. Now, you were free to think about this new piece of information.

Another half-ghoul? Just like me? That's... revolutionary. I have so many questions. How does he fit in with the other ghouls? How much does he eat? Can he eat human food? I wonder if he has a baby too? Probably not, most people my age don't. But maybe he isn't my age! I don't know anything! Stupid Uta not telling me! I wonder what his mask looks like! You twirled around, with questions flooding your head left and right.

It wasn't long however, before you made it to the supermarket. Taking the familiar route to the detergent, you noticed a familiar face standing there.

"Mrs. Shinohara... It's a pleasure to see you again." You bowed as you greeted her. Having only met her a handful of times, it was incredibly awkward for you to see her again. Especially with three somber looking children around her.

"Oh, YN was it? A pleasure to see you too." She gave you a sad smile. "Does Juuzou-san have Yukizou today?"

"Juuzou-san and I have moved back in together. He's watching him at home now." You, of course, left out a myriad of details.

A more genuine smile crept onto her face.

"I'll have to tell Yukinori that. He'll be happy to hear that. He always wanted you two to reconcile."

"Please do." You quickly grabbed a perfume- and dye-free detergent and bowed again. "It was nice to see you. Enjoy your day."

And with that, you fled.