#aaccismusx

The location, far out of reach and only known to Koori Ui, was very discreet. Kaneki knew he needed assistance to bring the investigator closer to him.  Goat members, highly tactful in their identities, helped escort the man to the organization’s headquarters. Standing at the entrance was the One-eyed Queen; he gave a gesture to the individuals who brought him there, nodding his head so as to give the two some privacy. 

“I’m sure you know why “I” brought you here, Koori. We discussed the matter a while back. I’m glad you’ve considered siding with Goat.”

He’s sadly fell witness to how Koori has been treated at CCG since the half breed “escaped.” It was much like a blazing fire under the management of Kichimura, or Furuta as he’s better known as. Goat has been itching to take him and his plans down ever since he took office. The man mistreated and took advantage of practically every member there, especially folks like Koori and Juuzou; even his old underling Saiko. He desperately wanted her to be safe but he knew Koori was especially treated the worst. The older never looked so miserable in his life, he knew he had to take action somehow.

     Oh? He’s caught. Caught in the sense of being found in that place of his current perch, overseeing and watching over the masses below caught in a fight that was quite so useless [ but just as utterly entertaining--- ]. No reaction past the lift of his head. From his sitting form nothing else would be shown - drawn, deeply drawn - into the bustle below that embellished itself more and more with brightly coloured red [ soon to fade into nothingness ]. Should he speak? Should he divulge? Announce anything past the very slight movements of hands and fingers curling into own palm?

     Should he stand? Should he turn? No, nothing of it all. 

“ koori~, koori~! dear koori, where have you been? ” sweet and sugary but at the same time so languidly these words are spoken, filling for a moment the space between the two men. truly, however, he wondered: where had koori been? so shocked he seemed when he left the ceremony... and for good reason! after all, hadn’t he shown the death of the traitor, haise sasaki?  “ i wanted to apologize! i didnt think such a show would leave you so... flabbergasted. you’re okay, though, yes? ”

Continuation from here x

Renji felt a the hint of a smile adorning his lips, this was too amusing but he shouldn’t say things like that on his friend’s wedding day. “Well it practically came out of nowhere when she told me that she was getting married.” He sighed in a faked sweetly tone baiting his eyes. “Isn’t it romantic? They met through speed dating and after five minutes she knew that her desperate attempts finally got her a man.”

            [ txt → ui tokutou. ]   please let me explain. 

this is how urie ends up in special class’s office, hands clasped behind his back and his head lowered apologetically. it’s true that this escalated ... but it’s a nice laptop, for one thing, and it’s not like it was completely out of the blue. 

        ‘ it was for an investigation we were working on last month ... i’m sorry, special class, i should have clarified. i catfished a suspected ghoul with your photos ... didn’t think it would escalate. i had my own profile at first, but they said i was too young for them, so i had to think of a solution in order to continue our work. ’

        It meant nothing at all [ these faces ]. Nothing the reaper could quite remember [ were they new? ] other than small tidbits flashing up during the last --- two weeks weren’t it? --- passing by without recognition upon the men and women that seemed so fitting around here. But not even the slightest known to Arima. Eyes would avert, draw themselves to the cloud-hung sky, grey and unyielding, nothing short of rain that would fall in maybe a few heartbeats passing between breaths [ he remembers this? he’s talked about it before - a sign, a sign--- ].