Eighteen

Chapter 8

A Step in the Wrong Direction

'They wouldn't have attacked her so quickly! No one knows what she looks like,' Yato growled internally rushing through the streets towards his 'home'. A kick threw the door open and he quickly discovered everything was where it belonged, even after several days of being unlocked.

His hands quickly blurred through the drawers to grab a pair of fresh black jeans, and the white button up that was part of the school uniform. His hands clenched as the mask within his jacket pocket transitioned to his left hand pants pocket, and the jacket was thrown into the washing machine.

'If they get in my way though: I'll kill them!' Yato strolled out. His eyes were blood red with black backing the sign of his Ghoul nature however luckily no one was looking at his eyes as he walked calmly through the streets, livid on the inside.

'Crush all of those in your way! You are a Ghoul!' his primal half was screaming after several days of dormancy. It seemed that even now he was willing to do something rash simply because of the actions against his friends. Purity was something so naive but also so dangerous when betrayed or seemingly betrayed.

'Damn right I will. This is ridiculous she's a good person, a good Ghoul. That's why they attack us because they refuse to understand us!' he continued to walk through the streets to the lone hospital in the area between the Sixteenth, Seventeenth, and Eighteenth Wards.

Before entering he calmed down eyes returning to blue and anger boiling away to mild contempt." I need to stay calm here no one in here would hurt her or anyone else I care about," Yato said aloud like a psychopath before the twin glass doors slid open and the young Ghoul entered.

His shoes still slightly marked in his friend's blood smeared on the carpet but not beyond as he approached the front desk. The nurse behind the desk was an American not much older than twenty five with a broad rosy cheeked smile.

"Hello there sir. How may I help you?" she asked whipping the locks back behind her ears. Yato noticed that he has a mark along her left collarbone or at least the portion that was show from her uniform, a bite mark.

"I'm here to find my friend. She was brought in after an attack," the young Ghoul did not clarify anything. Considering his current situation it was better that way as the nurse began to flip through the computer tabs.' She was attacked by a Ghoul too. She must see the CCG as saints it'd hurt her to find out that their twisted fucking bastards,' he growled as her blue eyes scanned the screen.

Oh? That blue haired teenager right? Room Three Twenty, she just went in for surgery but she will be out in a few hours," the kind nurse pointed to the elevator. Yato went to walk away when the blonde human's words caught his ear." Her blood is really easy to transplant so don't worry about it we have some of the best hands here," she smiled again.

"Thank you," he bowed with respect. His mind quickly ignited with fire again a hatred rising up. He stepped in the elevator and there on the screen that had been provided for news coverage another Ghoul attack in the Eleventh Ward.' Why is Aogiri doing a repercussion attack for Nori?' he questioned himself passing up to the third story.

When he walked into the room the teen came face-to-face with his entire friend group. Keiya was sitting looking on the window, white denim jacket, blue tube top beneath, a white denim skirt two knee high boots of the same white color. Brick towered in the back staring into the middle of a Ghoul biology book that had been presented for everyone in the hospital. Tatsu was holding back tears as he glared at the screen showing the progress of her surgery.

"What if she doesn't make it?" the brunette asked sensing his best friend's presence in the room. Yato did not want to answer, he knew what would happen if she died but saying that all the CCG would be butchered was not a great way to comfort a friend.