Never be Alone

He stayed silent for the most part, eyes down but listening to what his Pop had to say. Suddenly the grunts and painful groans made him look up. He frowned at first, picking up the remaining pieces quickly.

“Stop straining yourself then…” He said, as if it was obvious. “I’m not stupid…I’ve heard of this happening all the time…use your kagune for weapons, let you recover, then use it again…” He kept his head down…the torture he saw various Ghouls go under in the hands of CCG. Yet they were the monsters?

Hell.

He wasn’t even sure if Ayato even thought of him as his father anymore. Maybe he just wanted to say all the spite he has been holding in himself to him and leave him in the dust.

Whatever Ayato did, Arata would not fight it. His son was his own person now. Now at least.. Unfortunately, he became his own person many years ago. Silently lips parted slightly at his words. That was still arguable. Yes, he has seen the cruelties of  human.. But he didn’t want to live a life of killing either. Well, it has crossed his mind n doing something more then blending. Only at times/ Some of these thoughts were rather violent.

‘’I recognized them. Yes. Unfortunately so. I assume you have come to terms with them too. I’m sorry about all of this. I am sure that means nothing at this point but... I never wanted to put any of you through anything like this.’’ Ayato looked nothing like his bright self looked back then. He looked so cold.

He wasn’t only shocked, but hurt as well. How could he just leave them like that and then expect them to talk to him just like that. It was annoying. It was the part he really didn’t like about his father. Being too kind and expecting everyone else to be like that as well. 

‘’Ahh but.. What else am I suppose to say? That I wasn’t alive this whole time?’’ He began, trying to  find his words. His son was rather rude now.. Wasn’t he? Ahh.. Not like he could do anything about anymore. It was too late for that. All the years went by so fast.

The young man heard a familiar voice calling his name. He turned around, looking at the person standing in front of him. He couldn’t first recognize who it was, before he actually saw his face. 

His heart skipped a beat. 

Could it really be-? There was no way it could. 

The silent response. Something expected. He made  his son speechless.. Of course he did. For years this man was thought to be dead. His father. Now here he was now. Tired eyes looked at the other... Remaining calm, but feeling a bit nervous.

‘’Ahh.. It’s a bit of a long story that... That I have trouble saying with out bring in a lot of memories I am trying to forget--’’

Look at all of you

Like this for a starter

How… did he not know about Aogiri? It was practically all over Tokyo, known by ghouls and humans alike. Only a recluse wouldn’t know about it, and even then that sort of seemed impossible. For a moment, all she could do was stare at him in shock.

But Ayato..

Ayato was  executive... Huh?

‘’....’’ He looked down for a moment.

‘’This is my fault... I’m sorry for letting this happen.. Touka.. I promised you guys you’d never be alone but couldn’t fulfill.. Only if I could’ve stayed in that night..’’ He murmured.. Silently grieving about Ayato and his life choices.

‘’I’m so sorry Touka... I did ruin your lives, didn’t I? Hah..’’

Arata scanned the lot, a it lost. He would just follow Yomo at this point, not knowing which car was his.

As conflicted as she was feeling, she knew he had a point. As upset she was about him abandoning them, perhaps she should wait and listen to his explanation before passing judgement. After all, he was her father. She knew better than to let herself believe he would just leave them to fend for themselves.

She was overwhelmed. Confused. Ahh.. It took all his courage to confront her. Now he had to make up some more random courage to endure the pressure of her subtly assessing him..

Arata’s eye only open slightly, brow raising in a bit of confusion.

‘’What’s Aogiri?’’

17. Small vial of blood

‘’....’’

‘’Ahh. Yes, of course. I’d be delighted to for my little rabbit.’’ He smiled, ruffling her hair a bit gently.

He decided to leave the subject alone for a bit.. Not wanting to drop the bomb right at this time. Arata’s head went down as a sigh escaped his parted lips. His quivering lips.

‘’Ahh.. Uh..’’ He honestly had to think. A pained smile graced his lips. He seemed more frustrated honestly.

‘’I.. I honestly don’t remember...I had a.. Lot of trouble getting..--’’ His words stopped at this series of coughs escaping him like barking dogs.

‘’E..Excuse me.. Hah. Can you please help me?’’

There was only one thing that he was sure of and it was the fact that he was a ghoul. 

‘’You left us alone! because of you Ayato hates me. You ruined our lifes. Why did you leave us?’’

After all these years, she wanted to hug him. She missed him but deep in her heart, she was still angry. She didn’t want hurt him or break his heart. At least she was still his little girl. 

Tears rolled down his eyes, a subtle smile still present on his lips. Why was he smiling? Perhaps, despite how hard that hit him... He was still blessed to see her alive. Breathing. And somewhat settled.

‘’But Touka. I didn’t... I didn’t leave you. I was taken.’’

He jerked in small sobs he was trying to hold back.

‘’I don’t like to talk about what happen.. But I promise I will.. E-Explain.’’ He whispered. His head threw up, a sudden smile on him. He rush to hug her before she could even move.