#ukinx

“Entschuldigen Sie mir, ich bin voll verloren,” Kanae says, to get the attention of this unfortunate human walking alone at night, as he strides up to them.  Excuse me, I’m quite lost.  His tone is a gleeful mockery of vulnerability.  Under his veil, he smiles, showing teeth.  “Können Sie mir bitte helfen?” Could you please help me?  He knits his brows, over red eyes shining with playful false sorrow, as he takes the bewildered human’s hand.  He’s a poor, helpless foreigner... his grip tightens as his eyes change.  His kagune comes silently around behind the person and slides neatly through them.  Finding it suddenly close to his face, he closes his eyes, puts his mouth around it, and savors the taste of blood.

“Kanae, you’re so gross,” Aliza says, catching up with the suitcase.

His eyes open, and flick to Aliza in annoyance.  “...I guess,” he says.  He lays his catch in front of them with his kagune so they can get to work.  You can fit a person in a suitcase that size, but some creativity is involved.  They roll up their sleeves.

A ghoul has an impressive sense of smell, but it can be challenging to make much use of it with a nosefull of the cloying and powerful scent of a fresh kill.  The two ghouls are only aware of Ukina when they hear her footsteps, right by their alleyway.  Aliza grabs Kanae’s arm suddenly, leaving a red handprint.  They freeze, huddle like guilty children.  Maybe this new person won’t see them.  

A figure comes into view.  Now that Kanae is paying attention, he can catch the intruder’s scent.  It’s, impossibly, the woman he met on the train last week and didn’t tell anybody about.  

My muse is a child. Send 👶 to be their babysitter.

Not ONLY did Kanae’s parents take him to this horrible strange place called Japan to visit relatives that are scary, they had to leave, just now, to go to an event the Tsukiyamas are hosting that kids can’t come to.  He doesn’t LIKE IT, he doesn’t LIKE IT.  He wants to find a place to hide in this strange house until they come back…but clinging to this other large, warm, inviting parent-figure is too much of a better alternative, stranger though she may be.

Gonna cut it short. Someone's been snooping near the fridges. You know what to do. Flush out the rat and kill em. Meat'll be all yours if you find em.

-Raizo

If one thing irked Kuzen more than a job in his free time, it definitely had to be text messages that ordered him around like that. He did not bother to respond to the fellow Cleaner's message; putting aside the fact that the other wasn't expecting a reply from him Kuzen worked without hesitation. Except for now, for he had a special someone to meet.

It was strange for Kuzen to suddenly become self-conscious: he chewed through his third pack of Dentyne Ice, breathing to his palm to ensure his breath was as fresh as it possibly could. Having put his suit and his jacket through the dry cleaners he hoped to make an impression upon the waitress, dressed as finely as he was. Shoes shined and hair gelled meticulously Kuzen believed himself to be ready to partake in this 'dating' ritual he has heard of.

Well, not a date as so much as spending time in the Library. It was hard to teach grammar and kanji when you were too busy looking at the marvelous sundown the park had to offer. Perhaps somewhere quiet and meditative ought to help facilitate learning.

Drawing out his smartphone he deleted the message from the other cleaner, sighing as he pocketed his hands into his jacket. His job would have to wait. For now, he had kanji to teach.