Chapter Thirteen - Plan

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Life's like a play: it's not the length, but the excellence of the acting that matters.

- Lucius Annaeus Seneca

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Noro slurps his drink inside that ugly-ass container that he has, his shiny gelled hair reflecting light almost everywhere. You can't help, but stare enviously at him, your throat feeling dry . You could almost imagine the freshly blended mix of blood and finger flesh going down your throat like how water was for humans.

"Goddamn it Noro!" You slap Noro and then snatch his drink the moment he turned his head to face you. You immediately furiously gulp the entire drink down in one shot and smile cheekily at him, his facial expression completely priceless.

" I saw him." Noro suddenly mutters, turning away from you, and then his tongue makes its way around the surface of the plastic cup, licking the blood smears clean off. You pause and then smirk.

"Kaneki Ken~" you speak softly, his name on the tip of your tongue, crisp and sweet.

"He was looking for you." Noro comments impassively, and you snap your head up, your eyes widened before you retreat back to your original position. Lazily lying on your hand, you chuckle softly.

The rest of the Aogiri Tree turns silent as they sense a dangerous aura emanating from you. You cock your head back and then open your tin case, popping a small sugar cube into your mouth swiftly, feeling the disgusting coarse texture of the crystallized plastic  melt into your mouth and burn down your throat.

The humans all around were completely unaware of the danger that you posed, chattering away happily with the occasional glances from guys and girls daring enough to even look at you.

A glimmer of excitement flashes through your eyes and you laugh. " Let's eat!" You abruptly stand, clapping your hands. The blinds of the windows automatically dropped, the darkness enveloping the area, causing all the humans to be in a frenzy. The doors locked shut with the automated number lock in place.

Glowing in the darkness were the countless pairs of eyes, lighting up the dark with their neon red brightness glimmering. They would've been a source of solace in a normal situation, but everyone knew what it meant when this happened.

No one was going to be walking out of this shop alive.

The silver streaks in your eyes burned brilliantly and then your smile grows wider and wider. You nod, and then howls of excitement erupt, followed the continuous stream of screams filled with terror and fear, maniacal laughter and the beautifully composed sound of flesh ripping with the rhythm of blood gushing and dripping.

A melody of mania.

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Kaneki could smell it from a mile away.

All the ghouls could. The smell of flesh like a sweet concoction of passion and love. It was a drug, and every ghoul was addicted to it.

Kaneki hadn't experienced something like this before. As he made his way towards the shop with his feet moving uncontrollably, he watched as some ghouls rammed against the door, being electrified and then dropping dead with small little holes in their body like a thousand needles had pierced them in that split second.

Inside the shop, you could smell that foul smell, a smell you once loved but hated so much now.

" Clear up!" You order and the lights immediately flicker on.

Blood flowed through and underneath the floor tiles, the marble quickly absorbing the blood. It looked like a glowing piece of jade instead, the shade that every one loved. There was no single trace of a human in the cafe, all the coffee cups and plates with bits of hair and flesh mixed with cake dumped into the blender before being fed to the pet crows you owned in the basement.

The door flings open with hordes of ghouls storming in, their eyes crazed, but as they stare at you, you retreat a little further into Noro's arms. You knew personally how you smelt like. Like that delectable and fragrant piece of steak that was secretly laced with poison, your aura was the only thing that revealed you were a ghoul without the presence of your ghoul eyes and kagune.

Noro's hand encroaches around your neck, his black fingernails digging into your skin as he claims ownership over you, his ghoul aura pulsating through the air. All the other ghouls step back, their eyes reverting back to their normal shades. You smirk but hide it once you see that familiar face in the crowd of people.

His feet made him move forward towards you, his back slightly hunched and his face a look of relief before turning into a look of bewilderment and astonishment.

" Kane-!" You shoot up but Noro holds you down, his iron grip on you causing you to flinch and fall back into his embrace.

The blood stains on your clothes make Kaneki anxious, afraid that they would've done anything to you but the rest of the ghouls don't allow him to move any closer towards you.

Your eyes have a swirl of desperation and fear which Kaneki feels his heart sink for, but he can't do anything except watch as Noro clutches your neck firmly, the bruises around it visible. You squirm against Noro's grip and then Noro slaps you, your head lolling to one side. Your eyes are void of emotion and your breathing stops for a split second before a small minute breath taken in causes Kaneki to breathe a sigh of relief.

At least you weren't dead.

Kaneki attempts to struggle against the ghouls as they block him, but he knows that he can't use his kagune in such a situation or he would risk you dying in that psychotic state of his.

And so he watched, step by step, as Noro dragged you away, your cries and screams echoing in his head, but he stood rooted, his arm reached out but unable to grasp you once again.

As Noro carries you, jumping from building to building with the rest of the pack scattered around, you mumble a few words underneath your breath.

"What was that?" Noro's smile creeps up his face, and you blush before turning it into frustration.

"I said, you little shit, let me down!" you hit on his arm, but the both of you knew that you actually thanked him. Noro laughed, shaking his head as he continued on, even though his grip on you tightened. You could see his hair against the wind, flowing freely, with that smile on his face, and then lowered your head.

Everything was just getting interesting.

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I live to study, and study to die. 

urgh.

Kill the person who invented math. 

Like I ain't even gonna use it aka isosceles triangle and trigonometry.

LIKE HOW.

URGH

IGNORE MY MISTAKES. I WILL EDIT THEM LATER ON.

bye.