Resurrection! (Evil Deku)

Chapter 13

Izukus Pov

I'm currently in the mirror brushing my untamable hair. I already put the stupid dye in honestly it was to much work and it got really messy. Now that it was dry and fluffy again I tried to brush it.

I look in the mirror at my shirtless body with all the scars on my muscles. My mind drifts off to how interesting this school might be What quirks I'll be able to analyze. Who I'll be able to kill...

But now that I really think about...this déjà vu feeling washes over me like a plague. Like iv done something like this for school before just different.

Honestly I don't really allow myself to think about the given situation, cause what's there to think about? you have all the orders given to you.

When I get a command I make a plan, write down the quirk, figure out it's weakness, then annihilate the person without a second thought, then dispose of the body however I see fit.

But at moments like these I actually find myself thinking about what iv done. It just plays in my mind  like a slideshow. And in each picture I find myself smiling as a body lays on the floor. It's skin paling to a winter white while the blood underneath shines like a ruby red.

Each time I had a smile, each kill very different so the police or hero's wouldn't catch on. Each stab, burn, cut, wound, broken bone, so freeing. Yet...

At times like these I ask myself why do I do it? There better ways to make them listen. Right? Do I really enjoy taking.......Life?  And why can't I remember anything still? It's only bits and pieces of childhood life but sometimes that doesn't even feel right.

Iv talk to father and the doctor about how I feel but the doctor continues to give me that medicine that helps I guess. I mean they keep those strange nightmares away so they do serve some purpose.

Purpose what a beautiful word.... I wonder what mine is. I turn on the facet and splash myself with the cold water as I look into the mirror. The only thing that stares back are the cold blooded green eyes iv grown so scared of.

Then again when they stare back the only thing that radiates from it is power. The white hair just adds to the look. Actually I think I can become fond of it.

Memories and reality are the only thing that loves to question my existence. They swarm around me like flys but everytime I try to grab them they disappear. It seems I can't grasp it entirely but gaze upon it

I feel as if I'm going crazy? Is that a good beneficial thing or just a beneficial thing.

"Who am I" I find myself say allowed

"Ken Kaneki of course" I hear a deep buy familiar voice say behind me. I look to see a shadowy figure by the door but when he steps into the light I find myself a little shocked.

Memories of that alley way start popping up but honestly I just chuckle at how smoothly and easily I killed a cop. Has my mind been driven to madness that I don't even care about the dead.

"Hello toga" I say as she chuckles wrapping her arms around me as her knew muscular figure kind of turns me on

"Hi ken ken" she says allowing me to turn around as I try to wrap my arms around her neck while she wraps hers around my waist.

"You know I'm supposed to be doing that" I say as she lifts me up onto the bathroom counter as I always do her.

"Today I'm dominant"  she whispers in my ear making smirk. Since she looks like the cop she is currently taller then me. A little frustrating cause I like to be the bad cop but I'll let it sly.