Jane |UTA| [ Re-Write ]

lingering moments ✍︎

Arima had to watch while Jane sprinted to the toilet and heavily threw up, heaving up her dinner with the subtle smell of urine filtering through her nostrils.

"Jane!" Arima called after the girl, his expression almost panic-stricken as he watched the teenager curl over the ceramic toilet.

While she threw up, Arima pulled back stray hairs and sat by her.

"Go on, get it all out" he sighed before hearing the teen murmur for tissue and water. With a deep exhale the investigator stood as Jane sat back from her sickness.

Her whole body was numb while her mind scattered with memories. In each one he said her name with that soft voice of his and held her close, his warmth seeping into her like he belonged in her.

She had to confront him.

While Arima pulled together the supplies he thought she needed, Jane gripped Uta's file, the mask he gave her, her quinque and train pass before barrelling out the door.

Behind her sprinting form she could hear Arima screaming after the westerner as she closed the distance between herself and her betrayer.

How could he? she growled with a hatred boiling in her gut, how could that fucking piece of shit do that to me?

All the way to his hole in the wall, Jane's rage brewed against a terrible gut feeling and heart wrenching memories.

It was extremely hot, the sun raining down on Jane all day with her desk being close to her classroom window. Uta could feel the heat rolling off his human in tsunami waves, bringing him to a stand still.

Once they reached his place, he rolled a can of lemonade over Jane's face and made her chuckle into the freezing cold. His mere touch cooled the girl and left her smiling lazily up at his pretty features.

It was an image neither of them would forget.

"Better?" He asked softly, his lips barely pulling apart while he spoke.

"Perfect".

She changed to a bus once she reached the border of the 1st Ward going into the 4th.

All the people surrounding her knew she was a girl on a mission who's bag seemed too heavy for the late hour. In her eyes sat a violent determination that warded off any creature, human or ghoul.

She had another twenty minutes of travel before she reached the traitor and even while she held this deep seated anger, her mind kept pulling her back.

"What was England like?" Uta asked as they sat on the monkey bars in the park.

"Freeing" Jane smiled to watch Uta only curl his lips further to mirror her grin. He loved the way the corners of her mouth perked up speaking of her home.

"In what way?",

"Well, for starters: you weren't always looking over your shoulder for danger. It was a land of opportunity" she chuckled.

"Even for ghouls?",

"Sure, not everyone really accepts them but they've got more rights. The CCG don't hunt them like they do here",

"Really?" He perked up.

"Yeah. Plus, everyone knows who is and who isn't a ghoul" Jane explained to see Uta's eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.

"There's Rc cell detectors practically everywhere. Luckily, I had no ghoul friends".

That explained why he was so curious about ghouls in the first place, Jane thought, scoffing aloud at the thought of being with Uta in that way-

Jane froze as she got off the bus. She was with Uta in that way. He touched her, kissed her, she almost had sex with him. She visibly coiled in a concoction of fear and disgust.

I almost slept with my dad's murderer, hours after he slaughtered him.

Jane shook heavily before pulling her quinque knife under and sleeve and hiding it there as she approached the two wooden doors.

He had cleaned the outside a bit, making it seem more inviting compared to before.

Once the girl really looked up at the entrance, suddenly her body froze and she felt every feeling she had for the exposed ghoul come flooding into her. It made her nearly heave with another round of vomiting before she choked it down and made the hardest decision she would ever make...

Jane pocketed her quinque knife before knocking on his door.

The girl accepted she would most likely die and came to terms with that shortly after getting on the train. Uta was an SSS rated ghoul, that couldn't have been for nothing.

"Uta! Open up" she called somewhat calmly, her heart hammering heavily against her ribs. They would probably break eventually but once she saw the black-eyed, blonde boy answer the door her resolve almost deflated.

He was wearing a grey vest and black harem pants which framed his body beautifully. He had muscle Jane hadn't even explored yet and wanted to deep in her gut.

Unlike her heart, her gut feeling was comforting as Uta stood aside with that signature smirk and allowed his human
-his absolute obsession- to enter happily.