impartial interrogations

[another chance #02]

Rue Island was located just a little bit outside of Tokyo mainland. It was littered with abandoned buildings, their concrete skeletons now a reminder of a time long gone. Vines slithered up the walls, bushes protruded out through windows and threes stretched their crowns towards the sky, forever confined by the dirty, cracked ceilings.

One building was in distinctively better shape than the rest. It was a large thing, filled with winding corridors and shaped like an U.

Takizawa knew that barely anyone would be inside, ghouls and investigators both preferring to fight out in the open where their weapons could unleash their full potential. That was why he choose to enter the abandoned warehouse now repurposed to Aogiri headquarters by a broken window, running along the hallways towards where he knew he would find Tatara. He would be in the largest room, secluded enough to avoid interference from unwanted idiots but open enough to use his kakuja.

As he raced through the narrow and darn corridor, avoiding the occasional hole in the floor or bits of caved-in roof Takizawa prayed to any possible higher powers out there that it wouldn't be too late.

Arriving there were bodies scattered about, flesh melted into armour in some sort of grotesque concoction. Tatara was standing on one side of the room, kakuja distorting his form until it bore no resemblance to a person. On the other side was a battered looking Houji backed up by those who were still alive.

Takizawa was late, but not too late. Relief flooded him.

Realising anyone had yet to noice him he decided to make a dramatic entrance. Okay, maybe a little bit of Eto's quirks had rubbed off on him. A flare for the dramatic was one of them for sure.

So when Tatara readied himself to strike once again he intercepted the fight, leaping down from where he had first arrived at the rooftop. He landed in front of the kakuja, feeling the heat radiating off of it, burning in his skin. He had faced worse.

"Senpai~!" It was full of sarcasm, maliciously pouring out from between his blackened lips like blood.

Over his shoulder blade shards of RC-cells started to manifest, solidifying into a deadly blade. Wasting no time he pushed away with his feet from the ground and charged headfirst towards Tatara. The kakuja flared up, burning him.

"AAAAAAH...AHAhaHa!" Blood dripped onto the floor and where the skin was burnt away on Takizawa's arms you could see the flesh. Takizawa shrugged the sleeves of his coat over it to hide it from view, knowing it would soon heal. He continued giggling.

A blow was sent his way and he swiftly side stepped it, a taunting smile on his lips. He cast a glance over at Houji who looked surprised but also fearful why-?! A second blow connected with his stomach, tearing up his cloak and piercing flesh. Takizawa staggered back. That's when he noticed something was severely wrong.

Why the fuck wasn't he healing? Blood had stoped flowing freely down his arms by now but the skin had yet to mend. And the latest wound was making no attempts at recovery.

It was because he hadn't eaten anything proper in multiple weeks. Okay, he had had the bare minimum to avoid going even more crazy than he already was but not enough to be able to put up a decent fight. Like the idiot he was been too preoccupied with rushing to Rushima to stop for even a minute and now he was paying the price.

Another strike sent him flying into the wall. Looking up, blinking to get rid of the black spots dancing in his vision he could see Tatara ignoring him in favour of continuing his attack no Houji and Akira. No no nono.

With his head still spinning Takizawa forced himself up of the floor and charged again, sending away a barrage of ukaku shards.

Blood had started flowing from a  cut on his forehead and was now making him unable to see out if his right eye.

"Don't you fucking dare!"