Jane |UTA| [ Re-Write ]

let fly ✍︎

"You can't be serious Eloise?" Jane questioned her superior, slamming her fists onto the oak table with a fury that hell couldn't rival.

"I am, you're needed else where" Eloise calmly replied, her expression straight and strict as she continued with her work.

"I'm not going to Japan, I refuse to" Jane huffed.

"Well I'm not asking, I'm your superior over your friend",

"Eloise-" Jane breathed out, her chest tight against the woman's resolve, "- I can't stress this enough. I cannot go back to that country".

"It's either the transfer to Japan or unemployment" Eloise threatened to watch Jane's fist clench in outage before she stormed loudly from her superior's office.

Victor could only watch through the glass walls of his office as Jane matched from Eloise's office toward the car park. The investigator was boiling with a concoction of rage and fear. Nothing could calm the mixture of negativity in her gut that pulled her from reality and into the depths of her memories.

That night, while she lounged in the warm water of her bath, Jane swirled a too full glass of wine and sunk deeper into the soupy abyss.

The drink was slowly diffusing into her head and clouding her mind with a drunken haze. Under the pall of intoxication and the water encasing her constricted body, Jane unlocked those memories.

His smile, his soft kisses, warm touch, it all became hot under her skin and left her hand to wander across the expanse of her body. Pleasure erupted under her fingers as they flicked and caressed the most sensitive parts of herself, Jane even forgot about air until she hit that spot that sent a white light to explode behind her hazel orbs.

Soon enough, that explosion of absolute serenity ended with a deep breath of water. As she rushed to the surface, the crimson wine splashed against the white towel on the floor before Jane let deep, shallow breaths echoed through her apartment.

Water droplets penetrated her eyes, dropped from the point of her nose and made her eyelashes into black cobwebs that had caught the rain.

While she blew the water from her mouth and ignored the burning in her throat, Jane rose from the bath and stepped over the spilled wine. With her own apartment, Jane felt free to wander the place completely nude with her hair lazily pulled up atop her head.

She was going back.

That's all she thought as she pulled on baggy pj bottoms and a vest. She wondered if Uta would find her again, somehow creep through the wards as No Face and detect her arrival with a simple sniff to the air.

He wasn't a SSS rated for nothing.

After coming to France, Jane could remember the weight heaving on her shoulders, pulling her back to the plane toward the book she had abandoned. Her dream was in that book, she could practically smell the laboratories between the pages and feel the quinque steel in her fingers.

Once Jane pulled up information of a ghoul's kagune in her mind, she recalled the words Investigator Arima spoke.

"Why do it though if it's not what you want?"

Because Jane wanted to be stronger now, she didn't want Uta, her mum, Amber or her dad's death to pull back on what she needed. The investigator needed to protect herself because she knew she had royally pissed off an SSS rated ghoul and there was no surviving that.

The next day came with three shots of coffee and bags plaguing her under eyes. She wasn't ready for this day after a shitty sleeping schedule. While darkness took over the earth Jane was forced in and out of sleep as a white mask stood in her face, staring at her with an eery silence.

"What's up partner?" Victor asked with a wide smile, letting his tight skin ripple with wrinkles as he appeared too happy for six am on a Tuesday.

She was currently getting a ride to Paris's CCG Main Office and could barely drive after the killer hang over pounding against her brain.

"Just shut up and drive" she groaned with a sip of her beverage.

"I'm already driving but it's too late to shut up. You really worried me last night".

Jane perked up at Victor's troubled tone.

"What do you mean?" She asked, suddenly sobering up from her exhaustion and lingering intoxication.

"Don't you remember? You messaged me about four in the morning... you seemed off" and before Victor could process it, Jane had whipped out her phone and read the messages.

Jane: I can't go to Japan Victor, I can't. I've got bad blood there, a past I can't run from... it's coming for me.

Victor: Jane, what the hell's going on? Do you need me to call the police?

Jane: I can't go back to Japan.

"It was nothing, just ignore that, I was tired" Jane dismissed with her phone quickly being stuffed into her coat pocket.

"Then why are you so reluctant to go to Japan? There's something there you don't want to confront",

"And that's my personal business, isn't it?" Jane patronised to watch Victor's grip tighten around the steering wheel. She could tell his whole body was boiling with frustration.

"I'm your partner, your friend, there's supposed to be some measure of trust there" Victor groaned.

"I don't care, we're not talking about this" Jane strictly stated, her arms knitting together as she stood her ground and silently continued her journey to work.

For the rest of the day until their first investigation came around, Victor and Jane avoided each other to the last breath of their victim.

The girl laid against the concrete with her legs severed from her torso and marred back bared to the evening air of Paris.

"The work of the butterfly I assume" a rank three investigator voiced, shadowing over the two partners as a body in the background.

"The lacerations on her back say so" Jane confirmed as she ran her hazel orbs over the carved back of the young girl. Butterfly wings were decorating her pale body and nothing resonated with Jane deeper than the familiar figure and brown, fringed bob the deceased sported.

Suddenly, interrupting Jane's recollections with the faint giggle, was a crazed ghoul lingering over head. As if instinct, both Victor and his partner released their quinque's from their silver cases while the rank three pulled up a gun with Q bullets.

"What a quaint sight, I wonder which one of you will die first!" the high, feminine voice screeched before she lunged, her ukaku making her seem like a blur. However, with Jane's jousting weapon (just like her dad's) she took defence as Victor and the Rank three took offence.

Three long hours was drowned with blood, insane cackles and sharp, kagune shards that attempted to penetrate their skin.

"Come on you bastard!" Victor screamed against the whirlwind of battle, nothing could stop them, nothing at all as her quinque immediately pushed through the ghoul's abdomen at the one chance it got.

She was fast, but not fast enough.

And while the ghoul arched, fumbled and squirmed under Jane's angered hold she listened to the murmurings of a dying creature; yet only to hear something too human.

"I-I only wan-wanted to f-fly".