》Upon The Lake Of Time 《 {Ayato Krishima X Reader}

~Chapter 23~

Sapient green was all (Y/N) could see from the shaded and blurred out windows.
They were driving something over 120 km/p, she could tell by the way her entire body jumped and twisted by every u-turn and bumper they passed.
The CCG's Van was heavily padded with steel and titanium. It almost seemed a mirical they were moving at all.

The Van- who's walls were scratched and punctured many times by Ghouls not as excited to be captured and thrown into the CCG's top guarded Keep-otage as (Y/N) was, had a lingering scent of doom abounding it. The scent of blood, sweat and rotted, dried flesh dozed into (Y/N)'s nostrils. 

Poor souls. 

Yes, (Y/N) was halfway excited to be thrown in Cochlea. It was an adventure. A cosplay. How did captured ghouls live? How did the interior look like? What were the prison schedules? Did they feed the ghouls to keep them alive, or starve them to death- or madness? These whimsical questions did cloud (Y/N)'s mind for a while, but she was nowhere near an optimist. She was a realist. And the reality was, 

that this was bloody bothering.

 (Y/N) sighed loudly, massaging her temples. She just hoped the Anteiku group had understood why she'd done what she did, and wouldn't be the complete idiots they were by nature to follow and break her out. She would figure it out herself- shouldn't be that difficult. Besides, it was possible she wouldn't have to do a thing; she was a part of Aogiri now. Certainly Eto and the other higher positioned ghouls at her side wouldn't as much as bat an eye for any member's death, but they would break (Y/N) free, since they wanted something from her. Whatever it was, (Y/N) would have to be adapt to pay with whatever blood she might have left in her when that time came. . .

The Van came to a sharp stop, (Y/N) hitting the cold metal of the car's pads. She felt her ear crack inside out and her shoulder shutter in equal pain with her head. "Jesus. . .who taught you how to drive?" (Y/N) muttered in agony as Amon broke open the slide doors, Akira roughly tugging her out by her hair while Arima signed papers with some sort of security guard.

(Y/N) glanced around her in a sharp shot second- she was used to doing so, scanning the area in parsecs when being taken 'hostage'.

The outside wall of the grumpy Keep-otage , many military men in black SWAT suits lined up. All like statues, they turned their heads merely to stare (Y/N) down, like she were a bag of filth- something far fetched from a living being. It made her want to laugh, and indeed it was impossible for her to keep a grin. After living in a place and being gentle, equal and accepting, people acting in such behavior was like watching a child play Superman. 

So dramatic, (Y/N) thought. She had the sudden urge to mimic him,- see who did it better. Pride, ego, these concepts were what forced Humanoids to believe in a greater 'us' and 'them'. A large, and multiscale Segregation that spread worldwide. Humans were lucky Ghouls existed, because if they didn't, they would turn on themselves, creating smaller and smaller groups of 'us' and 'they's , therefore creating more wars, more deaths.They were a self destructing species who's ignorant nature made them selfless. 

". . .Give her the biggest cell in the facility. Equip it with simple gym tools and sources of entertainment. She's strong and smart, I don't want her hopping from one cell to another or leaving hers to create ruckus" Arima said to a scrawny boy in blue jeans and a baseball cap (at least, that's what it strongly resembled)   

"Understood Special Investigator!" he took out a set of keys, giving them to Arima "Cell 0924- Block B sir!" 

Arima just gave him a half nod, before glancing at (Y/N) to follow him. Akira roughly let go of (Y/N)'s hair, eyeing the handcuffs around her wrists. She frowned "That enough to keep you still?" she said in a low growl. (Y/N) crunched her face with minor emotion "Whatever I say would be inadequate, my lady" 

Akira fisted her palm, arm getting ready to strike. Amon pulled her back, whispering something in her ear. Whatever it was, it was enough to make her return her balance, stern faced and proper.

(Y/N) eyed Amon "I didn't even do anything"

He sighed, nodding "No you didn't" he said agreeing. (Y/N) walked away "-And yet a punch to the skull would be justified. You CCG have a lower logic than teenagers- and god aid teenage CCG" 

She heard a hiss come from the blonde inspector, while Amon just calmed her down, trying to rationalize with her.

(Y/N) caught up to Arima, who lead her through the door entrance that had a big 'B' engraved above it. Taking the first key, he unlocked the heavy block door. Inside, past the long narrow and dark corridor was a circle of enormous grey and black destroyed cells. Hissing, growling, laughing, screaming echoed the walls. The ghouls ran from one end of their cells to the other, punching walls, ripping at the bars with their kagune, or even attempting to aim their kagunes at inhabitants of other cells- perhaps that was why they were running side to side; it was a dodge ball game to them.

(Y/N) stopped, realizing what Block B was for- it was like an asylum, where only the most instable, uncontrollable hooligan Ghouls were kept. She didn't know which to accept- the cold sting of being compared with them, or the warm flood of ego surprised to be recognized as strong, and intelligent, and dangerous.

Arima pulled on (Y/N) handcuffs lightly, edging her to the cell on the second 'floor's middle cell.

 Great, just the eye of the bull. she was centered as a main target practice. God, this was going to be annoying. 

The cell had monkey bars, a running track and a table set with a pencil, eraser and puzzle book. It was also half obliviated, but thankfully stunk less of blood than the Van did. Above the cell door, the numbers 0924 was almost undeterminable from wreckage.

Arima cranked it open, looking at (Y/N) with an interested gaze "Welcome home, for now, at least. . ."

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Word count; 1076 words.

Date; 19.8.2018.

Book status; Ongoing/Continued

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