Jane |UTA| [ Re-Write ]

last laugh ✍︎

Even with Uta's objection, his resolve like stone against her stubborn demeanour, Jane proceeded to walk into work, relishing in the fact that the detectors once again didn't sound. However, despite her desire to return to the CCG, suddenly the woman felt on edge with each ghoul scenario she had to report. Due to her missing out of paper work the night before, Victor had kindly left some to spare.

While the eventual mother and cannibal filled in each word and relived every scene, the sudden image of her child fending for them-self against the CCG entered her unexpectedly pessimistic mind.

Would they be strong enough to protect their self?

Jane nearly scoffed out loud at the question. With Uta as their father, an SSS rated ghoul with an unimaginable Rc cell count, she was certain they'd be strong.

I'll make sure of it, she vowed secretly while her partner looked on in intrigue. He was swinging slightly on his chair with a red pen wedged idly between his lips, just trying to work out Jane and Investigator Arima's relationship.

Never in his seven years of working with Jane had she expressed one romantic or sexual desire for any man. He even assumed at one point she was gay until he finally concluded she was simply cold.

Since they'd arrived in Japan though, there seemed to be a double standard between the two male investigators. Jane always revealed that rare smile toward the superior of the two and received himself with a blank, sarcastic tone and a face that barely sported a smile.

Yet, when she normally kept emotionless while recalling information for reports and papers, there was a twinge of pain this time along with a determination that clouded her hazel eyes.

"Everything alright?" The Investigator questioned as he rolled his chair closer to his coworker.

"Just... thinking".

He knew it was a lie. Victor's eyes didn't deceive him as he watched through her home windows. The way she cradled her stomach and Arima pulled her close to his chest. It could only mean one thing. But Victor wasn't stupid, he wanted to watch everything pan out before him.

"I was just wondering-",

"I'm not your friend Victor, I'm your coworker" Jane suddenly announced against the Frenchman's pursuits.

"I'm not sure what your talking about-" he chuckled, "- you told me about the ghoul, your dad. We've been partners for seven years".

"That doesn't give you a right to snoop around my life. I told you that with my permission. Don't think I've forgotten what you said that day".

Victor's mind drew back to before the alarms on the detectors sounded.

"I saw you last night, with that man"

"I don't know what you think you saw-" Jane began lowly, her aura dark as it drowned the two, "- but if you say a word I'll sew your mouth shut myself".

Victor gulped down his fear, trying to appear the epitome of masculinity. In the shadow cast between them, it seemed as if Jane's eyes glowed with malice. He knew from the look that sat between the green, grey, brown and blue that she meant every word.

Meaning, it couldn't be Arima's.

The mysterious man, the secrecy despite the Investigator's station, her aggressive demeanour toward the Frenchman. It's like he was getting too close to something significantly disturbing- something taboo.

And he couldn't help but dig further. With his jurisdiction, easily he pulled up the file of that ghoul after work hours.

SSS rated, affiliated with the clowns, The Killer of Investigator Mark Fraser.