#iustixia

    Your body finds itself settled on the pavement of REGIA. Except you don’t know it, for you don’t dare to visit the place often-- and even then, you find yourself hopelessly ASLEEP, as your teammates did many times during your SGRUB mission. You have a knack for being unconscious when URGENCY is most stressing. 

    Too thick to be air, too thin to be slime, you realize that you sleep not in a bed nor a cocoon and stir. 

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: wH,,?

    What the hell?

    You look around you, and everything is water. The sun filters through the currents and shadows of marine life, reflecting on your person like it did once in Feferi’s SWIMMING POOL, but this is much deeper. And this is much darker. And you try to lift your legs, but you can’t move like the people around you do as they pick themselves up.

    Of course you can’t. Your legs are MADE OF METAL. You’re devastatingly reminded of a time when you basically didn’t have legs at all, and it shows on your face. Panic. Despair. You can feel your throat closing up; why won’t the water drown you out already?

    It doesn’t matter. In a state of unrest, you call for help, the sound barely travelling and your voice cracking under the water’s pressure:

[ ♉ ] TAVROS: hELP,

“I'm coming in.” that’s all she offered before pushing the mansion’s doors open. Had it been anyone else’s house, she’s barge in without any sort of warning, be thankful Amon. “I hope you missed me, big man! Because I brought wine and you’re drinking with me.”

How annoying.

Takizawa Seidou really did just want to go home. Pretty words like hero and justice were no longer for him. He saw no appeal or opportunity at all, in watching a man get cornered by those pointy and dangerous looking machines in an alleyway. He was just... dangerous and self serving, a ghoul that was what he was. 

Someone like him had no business helping a ghoul investigator. Even one like Amon Koutarou who would not give up when his back was literally against the wall. Takizawa chewed his fingers at that sight with such intense annoyance that he broke his nail off. At this rate the man he had stopped to observe, no, the man he had always been watching was just going to die. 

Takizawa descended from above firing three kagune bullets that tore through chunks of the oncoming drones. He landed in front of Amon, on all fours before slowly rising to stand up. “Getting saved by a ghoul, isn’t that rather pathetic, Amon-san?”

It seemed Arima was destined to live a life full of regrets. What was it he regretted right now? Working too late? Not being the first to arrive. Perhaps he just regretted allowing himself to be close to others. His greatest sin was that he still allowed a creature like himself to be swayed by affection. 

As Arima pondered all of this, he sat at the bedside of a sleeping injured officer. That officer being First Class Amon Koutarou. As the large man had already been sleeping when he arrived, Arima thought it best not to wake him. He was good at keeping quiet and passive anyway.

It was peaceful. He quite enjoyed waiting. That was, until his eyes happened to wander, and see a curious motion out of the corner of them. Arima put his book down and leaned in closer to see. Oh, it was as he thought. Amon’s eye had opened unconsciously in his sleep, and turned a blood red. 

The sound of a door opening echoed throughout the room, joining the beeping rhythm of a heart monitor for only a moment. Green curls peeked through, a gentle smile placed upon the lips of the tiny author.

“My, my, Amon...

Urie had returned like a faithful dog to the CCG headquarters. Only to be told to go and wait in the office of Amon Koutarou. Urie almost laughed on the spot, but he didn’t laugh. He knew who that man was. Floppy, the one who tried to kill Mutsuki. 

There was no way the CCG would accept a traitor who had turned into a ghoul amongst its ranks. Something must be wrong here, Urie thought while he waited alone. Something must be wrong, something must be wrong. He needed to figure out what.

Urie looked at the desk in front of him. Within an instant he had flipped it over entirely causing the drawers to smash open and roll out onto the floor. Urie picked up those as well and began searching through them. 

RIZE, YOU USELESS  LESBIAN

“Finding myself yet in another social experiment.” An amused smile formed on Donato’s lips as he waltzed through the yet unfamiliar streets of the by far most hostile and interesting city he had ever seen. The smells and noises were numbing his weakened senses, it was a little sad that they had to take such a large amount of his strength away from him, he felt like an infant again. 

Just as when he held his mother’s hand for the first time. Ah yes... his mother. It wasn’t the time to think about her now so he tried to focus on other things. This was a new start for him, a new chance to create another sanctuary for himself. Passing by a sea of unfamiliar faces he noticed that not many of them were humans, but they weren’t ghouls either. 

Some held hands with others and shot them glances that a man of his profession shouldn’t understand in first place. But did that mean that there were children around...? Not that anyone would get the false impression of him, by God he would never harm the name of the church in this way, no... his only plan was to sink his teeth deep into the flesh of a little lamb.  

And just then light sobbing caught his attention, how fortunate, it seemed like he would enjoy his stay in this city more than he expected at first. 

“There there... no need to cry.”