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Unfair

Your mind was occupied with constant flashbacks as you sat beside Mutsuki in a taxi. You and the Quinx were assigned to hunt down a ghoul named Torso.

"(Y/N)-san, are you alright?" Mutsuki asked worriedly, "you seemed distracted recently."

You looked over at him and smiled halfheartedly, "I'm alright, I just have a few things on my mind..."

"If you need someone to talk to, I'll be there!" Mutsuki said, smiling genuinely.

"Thank you," you replied, breathing a sigh.

While your mind stayed preoccupied, you found yourself beginning to get nervous. You didn't know why, but there was a tension in the taxi.

You'd spotted Mutsuki a few minutes earlier stealing a cab from someone, finding his behaviour strange for the usually polite and considerate Mutsuki, you followed him into the cab.

You felt yourself clenching your right fist, the sound of metal clacking was soft. You'd trained yourself to the point where it had trice the strength a normal human's (human?) arm had, the downside was that it was definitely, at least, twice the weight.

"You're quite the looker," the taxi driver said suddenly as the speed of the vehicle increased rapidly. He turned around and smirked at you.

You glared at his disgustingly uncalled for comment.

"But I was just wondering," he continued as he turned his head to look at Mutsuki, "which one are you?"

And his arm shot forward, grabbing your protege's throat.

You lunged forward towards him and grabbed his throat with your right arm, your fingers tightened around his neck and was about to snap it when his eyes turned black. "Ghoul!"

He grinned manically before using his other arm to push you out of the moving taxi.
--
You quickly got onto your feet despite the sharp pain that shot through your body. As you began to run after the speeding taxi, you heard two familiar voices shout your name.

You spun around to be greeted by Shirazu and Urie riding on a motorcycle. You made eye contact with the latter and held your arm out. He nodded as the vehicle approached you at an alarming speed. As it drove past you, you gripped his hand with yours and he hauled you up behind him.

"The taxi. Torso. Mutsuki. Danger."
--
Torso should've been easy to take down if it weren't for Serpent. The S rated ghoul appeared mid battle and took out all of the Quinx.

Urie struggled to continue but you told him to stand down as you managed to grab your bow quinque which you'd left in Torso's taxi after he shoved you out.

"Stay behind me!" You ordered as you shot Serpent repeatedly with deadly accuracy. He was wounded but not enough still as your arrows ran out.

He laughed and lunged towards you as you ducked and attempted to fight him with your bare hands.
--
Nishiki Nishio found it strange how your right hand was so much stronger and harder than your left. 'Prosthetic?' He thought as he fought you. You were skilled but no one ever won against a ghoul with no weapon.

He stopped one of your punches by grabbing your oncoming fist which just so happened to be the right one.

"Let's see what's underneath this glove, shall we?" He said as he ripped off the glove that covered your right hand. "I was right, you do have a prosthetic."

"What's it to you?" You growled in anger and agony, your body was covered in cuts and bruises, you felt a few broken ribs, as well.

"It's just interesting to see someone like you... You probably lost that arm fighting a ghoul didn't you? Most of the time Doves end their careers there but you? You're interesting-" as he spoke in a mocking tone, you felt more and more anger building up inside of you. How dare he speak that way. He didnt have the right to question your life decisions. You'd never been this angry in your entire life. Your jaw was clenched tight as you suddenly felt your eye began to burn.

"Shut up!" You screamed hoarsely as a kagune-looking organ wrapped itself around your left arm and pierced itself through Serpent's stomach.

Your blood ran cold. Was that yours? What was happening? What- why- your breath became heavy as tears began to flow, why did life suddenly become so difficult for you?

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