Jane |UTA| [ Re-Write ]

their confessions ✍︎

Jane sat silently on the iconic red sofa while Uta brewed the coffee. It felt weird to be back -even Uta had to admit that- he thought he would need to track the woman down to her last breath, instead, there she was standing before him, in his shop no less.

"It was expected you would become a dove" Uta announced from the silence, his eyes giving her a sideways glance.

"Why did you think that?" She asked, choking down her feelings.

"I remember you telling me. I knew I was in deep shit then" the ghoul chuckled before placing down her mug of the steaming, hot beverage and pulling a chair to sit opposite her.

"Must've been a great game" she smiled sarcastically.

"At first" he murmured before taking a sip of his drink.

"You seemed to have such bad intentions when you first met me",

"Oh, I was full well planning to eat you".

Jane almost spat out her sip of coffee at his admittance. She even had to quickly cover her mouth before deeply swallowing the mouthful.

"Is that why you approached me? When we first met?" Jane asked, unconsciously shuffling to the edge of the sofa. She could feel her heart racing at how close they now were, Uta could hear it and feel his own in his chest.

"Yeah, I smelt you one night and couldn't get your scent out of my head-" he smirked, "- it was... delicious".

Uta laughed while the dove stiffened.

"I thought you investigators were braver" the ghoul chuckled.

"When armed, yes" she bit back.

"I bet you can hold your own. Where did you train?",

"France. I couldn't return to England, we had nothing, you know... after you murdered my dad. You probably would've gotten that delicious meal if you didn't do that" Jane patronised to feel the air of tension disperse as they both let the truth role off their tongues.

Silence was followed by dual sips from their coffee before Uta sighed. He couldn't help it, he had to ask.

"That day... you said you loved me-",

"Key word: loved",

"Then why didn't you rat me out? There I was, an SSS rated ghoul exposed to the daughter of a CCG Investigator. You had my identity, where I lived. If you didn't love me, why didn't you report it and be done with me?".

The heavy silence returned.

"I was an ignorant kid. I should've done it when I had the chance, but I didn't know where you would be. The information was unreliable",

"You knew I wouldn't move, my life was here. So answer truthfully: why?" He ground out, his image far more intimidating with his maturity.

Jane gulped down her fear and finally met him eye to eye.

"Do you want to hear how much you crushed me? Is that it? How much Arima pushed me to tell the CCG that I was so close to fucking No Face? Do you want me to profess my undying love because I won't, Not after everything you did to me-".

"And I'm... I'm sorry" he said in English, his accent thick as he peered over the table and toward Jane's tear streaked features.

"I do still love you... but I can't live with myself if I accept that. You broke me",

"And you broke me-" he growled,
"- don't you think I feel loss too? Don't you think that I regret doing all that to you? If I could take back killing your dad I would do it, not for you but for me. It's selfish... I would take it back because that means you would've stayed in this hell for longer. Maybe I did you a favour, your dad was just the sacrifice".

"How dare you-",

"How dare you assume you're the only one hurting?" Uta nearly seethed, his eyes suddenly becoming a brighter, glowing red as he suddenly stood from his chair; his back tingled with the urge to release his kagune.

"Did you ever care for me?" Jane almost whimpered, feeling her lip bob against her words as she looked up at him.

He didn't answer with another apology or declaration, he simply swooped down and captured her lips.

To feel her against him sent a fire blazing under his skin.

It was a blur, a deep, pleasurable and sensual blur that had her hoisted against his hips. She undulated against him once she was in his arms and pressed firmly against the wall. While his lips assaulted the pulse point at her neck, her eyes fluttered shut as a moan finally broke from her mouth.

As he softly rolled his growing manhood against her, Jane proceeded to rake her hands through his black strands and grip them. She pulled his head so far back she could finally reattach his mouth to her own.

Uta groaned into Jane as her hands roamed his toned body, searching every crevice they could until they travelled further toward the waistband of his harem pants.

He didn't want to speak in fear she would stop this. He didn't want to stop, he wanted to be closer. Ever since he felt her melt in the palm of his hands, Uta wanted his muse on her back while he rammed into her.

She continued to murmur and moan his name against his ear, allowing his cheek to feel her warm breath fan across his skin until he decided to carry her further into the back room. As they travelled up the stairs, Jane admitted that she was doing this and sober at that. This wasn't a choice made under a blind or drunken haze, she wanted this. Despite the eyeballs in mason jars and the faint taste of coffee and iron she pulled from his mouth, she still allowed the ghoul to undress her.

Clear as day his kakugans pierced into her forests like a blood moon over the tree tops, pulling her from reality as he finally entered her warmth.

It was a string of his name, 'Oh God's and pleasurable moans that drowned Uta further under his sexual high. He was completely animalistic as Jane arched into muscled body. She didn't know what was to come next until it happened.

In a matter of seconds, pleasure was mixed with pain as his teeth bit deeply into the crook of her neck. Jane gripped his nape tighter at the sensation of his lips pulling against the flow of blood. She was letting him taste her as a ghoul before she clenched her teeth into the pillows beneath her to bare the pain.

She was his. Just like the fates had always intended.