#Baby Hinami threw some punches

[velvs-oc-study]

And when I came back home after school, with bruises all over my face, they asked "You fought? Again?", stunned that I had broken the rules despite always being a rational and obediant little girl.

But those boys deserved it.

Nobody gets to insult my parents.

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[its-the-daughter-ghoul]

Funeral

Write me the saddest drabble you can think of involving our Muses.

He shouldn’t have been above ground. He was commanded to stay below. But his commander meant very little to him - and his words smaller still. It had been a couple of weeks, yet the world continued to turn, the sun dared to shine and life continued on…as if nothing had changed.

But life had changed. It had mutated and formed into a terrible thing. Days of tears, sleepless nights and hours of just stunned sadness. The young man had much to fathom in such a small amount of time. His so called ‘King’ had told him to leave the base where they sheltered in order to find allies in an underground Ghoul city. The search had been fruitful, but the reward was not.

Ayato Kirshima had returned 'home’ tired; just wanting to report and head to his own space for rest. Instead he returned to what looked like remains of a war. Nothing was recognizable. He didn’t see anyone he actually knew closer, nor did he find them when he searched. It was up to a random Ghoul to inform him of what happened…

He only picked up on certain statements from the spluttering, clearly upset and terrified woman. 'CCG’, 'King wasn’t here’, 'so many died’, 'Touka injured’

'Hinami is dead’.

It was as if his heart had stopped. He felt his body grow cold as the blood stopped pumping. It was only the power of disbelief that kept him breathing.

“S-She’s…what?”

“Our Queen…shes gravely injured…I hope her baby suvives-”

“Where’s Hinami?!”

“…Dead…”

He had initially stormed past her, demanding to anyone who came across him to know where that bastard Kaneki was hiding. When he eventually found him there was a glint of surprise and almost fear as the younger man broke through the door. He wanted to kill this pompous failure. Punch through his blank expression until there was nothing but pulp left.

But before anything could be thrown, Ayato was dragged back - shouting and swearing blindly. He had demanded answers, but all Kaneki gave sounded like excuses.

Now he stood above ground, tossing a shovel aside. He panted slightly before picking up a smooth stone and placing it at the head of freshly turned dirt.

“I haven’t engraved anything but…it’s better than nothing…” He muttered to the earth, his voice cracking as he placed it down. He found himself shaking, so he let himself kneel at the bottom of the heap. He suddenly felt so weak…so useless…so purposeless.

He punched at the ground with a frustrated yell. He opened up his hand and clasped at the dirt. He reached out with the other hand and did the same. He clung to the filth as if it were a hand. His head hung low, finding it harder and harder to keep his breath steady.

He was glad he was alone for this moment as warm tears slid down his cold cheeks. “They wanted to bury you but said they had to do it below…I told them to fuck themselves and brought you up here myself… I know you’d prefer to be under the sky…” He whispered through silent sobs. “Touka wanted to be here but…she’s resting… I guess she’ll visit at some point…”

He released his grip and smoothed out the dirt, patting it down as if making a bed. “I’m not going back- and don’t tell me otherwise!” He interrupted himself…as if she would reply from 6 feet below him. “I can’t work under that scumbag anymore… I know you’d want me to stay with him and the rest…to look after Touka. But she laid her bed, she can lay in it. And he killed you…” He glared up at the sky, tears feeling as hot as his rage. “He did it! Kaneki killed you! If he hadn’t been so fucking stupid and leave you all defenseless! If he had let me stay! If he had told me to come back - ANYTHING! But NO!” He shouted, running a sleeve over his eyes but it was almost meaningless.

“But it wasn’t just him…” He took a few breaths before he slowly got to his feet, rubbing the dirt between his fingers before running it down his trousers. “They call him the New Reaper…I just know him as a fucking man in a dress… That’s what he wore the last time I fought him - and survived. And I’ll do it again.” He wiped his face again and took a deep breath, daring to give a small smile to the stone. “I know you’d say something along the lines of 'it wouldn’t solve anything’ or 'revenge isn’t the answer’, blah blah blah…but I can’t live on otherwise, Hina.”

He stepped to the side and picked up a small rucksack, with barely anything in it. But it was all he had. He threw it over his shoulder and spoke once more to the grave. “…'it’s too dangerous’? I know… That’s the point. You wouldn’t want me to - but if I die, least I can catch up with you…wherever we end up.”

He took one last breath of fresh air, something he had missed the first couple of hours of being here - he had his thoughts elsewhere. “You rest up… I’ll seeya later…” He muttered before he turned and left.