Jane |UTA| [ Re-Write ]

it's come ✍︎

With Victor not wanting to intrude on Arima and Jane's reunion (or so he said), both friends made way toward a bar to catch up. But, with such conversations always came the unavoidable questions.

"I never thought I would see you back here" Arima announced in English, even when she was comfortable speaking in Japanese for the rest of the night. Yet something told her this wasn't a talk open to all ears.

She mentally prepared herself with her already chipping walls.

"Me neither, but obligations are just that" she smiled before taking a long drink.

"I thought there would be some reluctance".

The investigator then peered down on his friend, suspecting his words were somewhat true against Jane's silence.

The last time they had spoken she refused to give up No Face's name and location, admitting her love for the ghoul with a passionate cry.

"At first... but that's all gone now, it's my job to be here" Jane tried to diffuse with no success.

"Then why do I feel like I'm right? You told me a lot about gut feelings, remember?" Arima almost goaded, his voice controlled against the thick air.

"Why are we talking about this? I buried it a long time ago and I don't intend to dig it up" she growled.

"You're here now, it's tasted the air and doesn't want to go back in its coffin",

"If this is some joke you can drop it-" Jane scoffed before bringing herself in closer to Arima, dropping her voice,
"- we're not talking about him, not here".

"It's time to confront your demons my friend" the male investigator smiled against the rim of his drink, losing his character in the presence of Jane.

He somehow always did.

"Yeah, but in hell" Jane scoffed before collecting her bag and taking out a few bills so they paid fairly.

Arima was pissing her off but she still maintained her manners while her blood boiled.

Ironically, they had visited a bar close to Uta's hole in the wall. And once she noticed the placement of the park and her old school, Jane stiffened.

"Fuck no" she groaned as she travelled further down the alley to suddenly be in front of it: her safe haven.

A lamp sat on the floor beside metal bins, a sun covered by the words HySy art mask studio decorated the wall and a window of masks were revealed to the world.

She huffed out a fearful breath to mask her relief, he followed his passion at least she smirked.

Next thing Jane knew, with a shuddering exhale and knowing she would regret it once she did, Jane entered the shop that was too close to closing.

The backroom door was slightly ajar, revealing that red, leather sofa which held so many memories. In the background, dulled rock music filtered through the speakers hovering in the ceiling's corners and the intimidating check-board pattern she adored still decorated the floor. 

Luckily, there wasn't a bell on the door and Jane was able to assess the store while Uta was probably doing who knows what. She suspected he wouldn't return soon with the still room and proceeded to run her hands lightly over the masks.

Why was she here? Who knew.

Jane was a paranoid wreck since this monster yet her heart pulled her inside while her gut calmed her into a tranquil smile and left a soft look in her eyes.

One mask then left her still in her tracks. It was a clown mask practically dripping from the curve of human features. Salvador Dali she chuckled as her hands ran over the fine, black cracks that marred the damaged veil.

She recalled that day vividly as she shut her eyelids over the forest trapped in her irises. Jane could see the yellow file sitting on the coffee table, feel her hands quiver with fear and smell that familiar musk of glue and leather that always lingered on his skin. As she played the memory in her mind's eye, her hands softly ran over each dent and crest of the mask until she felt a dark presence stand still behind her.

Jane wasn't entirely sure of it until a clatter of something metal sent her eyes shooting open as she suddenly turned. Her eyes didn't register the sight before her until she felt the mask stand behind her wobble slightly.

"Oh God!" She squealed before turning once again to catch the stand. Surprisingly, despite her strength, she couldn't hold it still until assistance was given.

That's when her eyes focused. He still had piercings on his ear, leaving no space what-so-ever for another. What had changed was his hair and style, his clothes appeared lazy while his hair was stark black and half shaved. Once she'd given his head a once over she trailed her eyes further down to see the various black tattoos that accentuated the pale tone of his skin.

He was so close, she thought subconsciously before finally realising that his chest was practically pressing into her side.

Jane couldn't cope with his warmth once again seeping into her body so she quickly let her muscles relax and leave her stiff between the stand and the ghoul.

"You smell a lot like dove" his voice softly sounded, his lips pressing hotly against the shell of her ear.

Her mind was scattered with the sound of his voice. What Victor couldn't do in seven years, Uta had done in a singular moment: he brought down her walls.

"Could-" she gulped deeply, "- could you please step back".

"I'm actually liking this position" she could feel him smirk until she struggled out of his hold.

With one hand he held the stand in place as Jane stood with a heaving form; she was drowning under the emotions which were suddenly surfacing after a decade.

Why did she come back?

Why did her curiosity have to gnaw at her heart?

Why the fuck did she still think he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen?

Like her, he'd changed and Uta basked in the image before him. A tight pencil skirt hugged her thighs and accentuated Jane's ass, showing off how her body had slimmed sufficiently. Her blazer -nor could her shirt- hide how the buttons strained against her breast and her face... she was beautiful, especially with those curls of red hair framing her soft features. Uta had to take a deep breath as he continued to drink in her lustful body.

"Hello Jane, it's been such a long time" he cooed, his voice eerily subtle as his kakugan ran from her head to toe.

She refused to shiver under his gaze.

"Yes Uta... it has".