Jane |UTA| [ Re-Write ]

she's gone ✍︎

In this chapter and the next bold writing will be the characters speaking French.

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The plane tumbled and held far more Japanese than westerners. Like Jane, they wanted to escape the memory of that country and plant themselves into a place too developed to compare.

For comfort, the book Ghouls: the beasts, the bad, the ugly sat hauntingly in Jane's lap and reminded the human heavily of her dad and the monster which ripped the heart from his body.

"Don't worry, we'll be home soon. Nan is willing to take us in" Nancy smiled down on her daughter, comforting the girl sadly as she pressed her hand over Jane's

"France?" The girl questioned.

"We've got no where else in England to go, this is the best I can do" Nancy apologised to watch the tears suddenly flood her daughter's eyes and pierce the veil of her forest orbs.

Jane wasn't going home, she was going to some foreign land where she didn't even know her nan, only the language the country spoke.

"What am I going to do in France?" Jane nearly exclaimed, her voice breaking against her frustration.

"Anything you want, it's a new start. For both of us".

"Yeah... a new start" Jane echoed sarcastically before finally stuffing her book into the pouch of the chair before her and letting go.

In the ten years that followed her departure from Japan, Jane kept her head down as she intended to; following her passion and blood toward the CCG.

France had an efficient branch, allowing Jane to achieve a high Investigator rank as special class in no time. The training was extensive and left her body more toned than it once was. Sinews of muscles constructed her figure and slimmed her down further with the loss of lingering baby fat. Each fight broke at least one bone or caused a singular concussion, even fighting with quinque's left it's scars on each arm, back and chest.

France was tougher than most, only because ghouls were no game.

With the hardening of her body came the toughening of the mind, she built her walls in thick stone that was impenetrable to the average joe.

Since Uta, Jane refused to move on. His image haunted her with a vengeance, lingering with every man she kissed or simply made contact with. Over her ear the ghoul would scold her like a ghost and whisper each vivid memory they shared.

He was a bastard and that was easy enough to cling onto.

When Jane managed to rent the training room in the basement of the CCG, she imagined each dummy to be that monster she somehow loved. Even after all that time and the killing of her dad, Jane managed to hold a part of him in her heart that remained despite her hatred.

"Who pissed in your coffee?" a masculine voice questioned, pulling Jane away from the punching bag to see Associate Special Class Investigator Victor Autry.

He was a burly man, short in stature but his strength made up for the nicknames spat drunkenly at every office Christmas party. With his thick brown hair and piercing black eyes, Victor was a dear friend to Jane. However, with their seven year platonic relationship, Victor silently bit his lip as he watched his cold partner push away any man's romantic advances. He was drawn to the woman because of her guarded disposition and desired to break down those walls.

In seven years all he knew was her dad died rather unexpectedly as a transferred investigator in Japan and she couldn't cope. He understood, she was only seventeen but something more was drowned under the surface of her secrets; something so much deeper and far more darker than he could think.

"No one, just that time of year" Jane panted against the pounded leather, her sweaty forehead sticking to the punching bag in exhaustion.

"Thinking of going back?" Victor questioned as he knitted his arms and leant against the wall.

"Not unless necessary" she grunted before stepping back and continuing the assault on the bag.

As Victor watched her his mind churned with should and should not's until he finally sighed in relent. He had to tell her before it was sprung on the woman.

"We're being transferred".

Immediately, the red-haired investigator ceased her beatings.

"What?",

"Aogiri is getting restless in Japan, we're needed there more than here" Victor softly mentioned, his hand reaching for his partner to watch Jane flinch against the mere reach toward her.

"Are we needed?" The woman panted.

"More than ever. We leave at the end of the month".