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The frizzy haired girl hummed to the tune of the car's rotation upon the cornering of the roundabout. She giggled, pivoting her head sideways, her eyes rolling to (Y/N) through her glassy spectacles.
(Y/N) sighed, massaging her temples at the pain that ached through behind her eyes. How long could she go on like this?
"I see you seem to lack sleep~"
"Spare me some slack, I'm trying everything I can to get my life back from the darkness it's become. You're not really helping at that"
"hmm?"
"You couldn't get me out of that hellhound a little earlier than just a month or two of torture?"
"it's not that simple convincing the great Kisho Arima to comply with our wants for him to break you out for us"
"So, you're telling me that you spent a month arguing with him to let me out? Everyday? Constantly? Never giving up?"
Eto hummed on "You're a valuable asset to our cause""Cause?" (Y/N) huffed out.
Keep it together.
Keep it together.
Keep it together.
She was about to break.
"...would you like me to get you a therapist?"
"No doctors" (Y/N) said quickly.
"Are you afraid of them?"
"Not necessarily. However, you can never trust someone with the legal rights, knowledge and materials needed to poke into your insides. I think our beloved Ken Kaneki learned from those errors"
Eto smirked "mmm~ you have quite the detective skills"
(Y/N) groaned. The pain wasn't leaving. She hunched into her seat. She was starting to slip. Her brain misfunctioning with all the secrets she was forced to keep, all the things she had to be careful and weary of- never allowing a slip of her tongue.
They drove into an old looking parking space. This wasn't the place (Y/N) had first visited, where the Blackflower's bodies had been crucified. This was a newer looking place- abandoned but clean, a building in construction, never finished. Her best guess was that Aogiri was the 'company' building it, or the ones who killed the one owning it to make it their own territory. The door of the car rolled open. Outside was a pack of Aogiri members all lined up in red cloaks, and at the end the superiors. Among them stood the bluenette, sulking as always in his leather clothing and slouching position. On the surface, he looked nothing but annoyed that (Y/N) was there. But under the layer of cool he threw out wavered the soft stir of worry and affection he hid deep beneath his eyes from all those years ago. (Y/N) hated it. It reminded her of what she'd left behind to peruse Aokigahara. The boy she left to feast for himself, to survive the harsh nature of the world. She knew it was the right choice, and never did or would she regret it, but that didn't mean she didn't hate the choice every night she slept through.
She snapped from her thoughts. What was she thinking? She had to kill this man. This was her chance. Kill him and this nightmare mission will be over. It's that simple. Just another assassination. Now that she was a part of Aogiri, the hardest part of the plan was over. She'd deal with Aogiri and the CCG's knowledge of her identity be a problem of the global Aokigahara leaders. She had a mission, and her friends would be there to back her up whenever needed.
She pulled her mask over her face, stepping out of the vehicle. The red cloaked members bowed in respect, the superiors lowering their heads similarly.
"Black Assassin, it's an honor to finally meet you" the man with a white cloak and red half mask said. "This is Tatara, my direct subordinate" Eto said. (Y/N) nodded respectfully.
"Welcome to Aogiri" Ayato said slyly, avoiding all eye contact. What he said next made (Y/N)'s heart sink to the depths of the ocean. She understood why Eto organized it, but the fact that it made killing him so much easier made her stomach become even more queasy than it was when she was assigned the mission.
"You'll be working as my partner from now on"
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Word count; 714 words.
Date; 13.10.2018.
Book status; Continued/Ongoing
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