Jane |UTA| [ Re-Write ]

miss muse ✍︎

Thankfully, the two had avoided rush hour. However, with the open carriages on the train, many eyes were drawn to the westerner and blonde, Japanese boy. They were an odd pair indeed as the girl was nearly just as tall as the 5'11 black figure beside her.

His legs were half stretched across the carriage due to his lean form and slouched posture. He reminded Jane of those boys who teased her in high school.

Now that she recalled, she was still technically in high school. She was staring that Monday in fact.

"Shit" She seethed as her head leant back and leaned idly against the glass.

At her whispered exclamation, Uta turned his eyes toward the frail human to see her features contorted in an expression of frustration.

"Are you alright?" He asked, thinking she would at least know that much in Japanese.

"Yes, I am starting... school soon" she answered.

With her words, he quickly nudged the girl in a silent request for her phone. She gladly allowed him to type into the device.

Around them, older people quickly flickered their eyes toward the pair and tried to look on inconspicuously.

"What is so bad about that?" The robotic voice came in (straight on cue).

Jane took the phone into her hands, continuing their pass between.

"I was starting college already in England",

"Really? Aren't you a bit young for college?",

"College and University are two different things",

"I didn't know that, what's so bad about high school anyway?" Uta asked through his text, thankful he taught himself to write.

Right now, for some odd reason, he didn't think about eating the human, only understanding. Humans were such weird things and full of much colour. Uta's world was coated in red and black where this girl beside him was a burst of yellow sunlight.

"No one was really nice to me in high school" Jane admitted sheepishly.

"What was wrong with you?",

"It was my hair and my weight".

It was Uta's turn to do a double take. Yeah, the girl was a bit meaty but it seemed to be mostly muscle (and he loved his food tender).

"But your hair looks normal to me" he announced with a sense of confusion coating his long features.

"It used to be red, like oranges and extremely frizzy. I used to put loads of heat on it to straighten so it's sort of like that naturally now",

"I think it would've been nice if you kept it that colour, but you still look pretty now" Uta typed.

And as the robot's voice relayed his words to Jane, his nimble fingers reached to tuck a lock of short, brown hair behind her ear. He captured her blush clearly against her cheeks, colouring them pink as she slightly shuffled away from the ghoul.

Jane was internally flattered, she hadn't had a cute boy say that to her before but she retained the fact he was still a stranger.

His fingers quickly left the softness of her hair, fluttering a few strands slightly so he caught the scent of something sweet staining the brown locks.

"We're nearly there now, it's the next stop" Uta spoke through the phone before noticing the train had already stopped.

Like instinct, he gripped her hand and led the girl toward the entrance of the station; he didn't want to rush but being so close to his muse sent the tingling chills of hunger dancing down his spine and into his stomach.

While she attentively followed his back, blinding trusting him as she told him her address and allowed him to lead her anywhere in fact. He could've just taken her to his hole in the wall and be done with it yet, when he looked over his shoulder to the human he felt a tightness in his chest.

She wasn't ready he convinced himself as they came to her road.

Uta's mind was caught in a war of should and should not which ultimately caused the clock to count down with a friendly smile and:

"We are here" she said before meeting Uta face to face at her doorstep.

Her body was jittery as she fumbled with her fingers. Something about this boy unraveled her, he was a curiosity despite his suspicious ways.

You would think such a young girl in a foreign country would be cautious, especially Jane. However, she felt oddly safe with the stranger and her dad always told her to go with her gut.

A Fraser's gut feeling was normally right after all.

"Wait h-here" Jane then suddenly stumbled out as she ran into the house, sprinted up the stairs two-by-two and grabbed a pen and post-it-note.

After she jumped down the stairs and felt like she just did some serious parkour, Uta watched the panting girl scribbled a few numbers down on it.

Before she had arrived, she brought a sim card from Japan along with a new number and happily offered it to the boy before her.

"You can be my... first?- first friend" Jane said.

For some reason, before thinking, Uta was nodding at his muse before she spoke her final goodbye's and left him on the doorstep.

Immediately, as she left his sight, he turned a swift one-eighty and allowed the ideas to burst from his thoughts. The ghoul had never run so fast to his half-built and rusted shop (that had yet to open).

This time, he wasn't consumed with strategies to eat Yomo or feasting for the nth time that week. Uta wanted to make the second mask inspired by his muse. From that moment onward, he knew his last would be dyed with her blood.

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Yes, we all know google translate or any phone translation is never reliable. But
-and that's a huge but- for the sake of the plot lets pretend it's the most prestige way to communicate in other languages.

I hope so far you're enjoying the story and getting to know both Jane and Uta and their intentions toward each other.

I can't wait for you guys to watch the stages in their relationship progress.

Would you rather be a crazy ghoul in Aogiri Tree or a completely sane ghoul Investigator?

I'm defiantly not part of the 'quirky culture' (🙄) so I would rather be sane because being mentally unstable doesn't sound appealing.