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Ward 3, Minato, Tokyo

Hana Kurosawa

Nauseating. Wet. Smelly. Gross. Chewy. Rough. Unsanitary. Hana dug inside the other ghouls' belly resisting her urge to puke, her taste and smell flaring up as they gave obvious signals of discomfort. Utterly coarse and disgusting, that was how ghoul meat was like. And yet, with each bite, the grip on her opponent faltered. She was inching closer and closer. Her last ditch effort doubled in intensity as she realized she had pinned her opponent down, and no further damages had been taken. A turn of events, as a rush urged her to continue. Feast on the fallen.

She felt disgusting, and filthy. Something seemed to have died inside. Was this how Kakuja were born? Out of self-loathing and desperation? 

And then, a sharp tug announced that her opponent was not done her. Indeed, for how fierce her bite was, it was quite the labor to tear apart the muscles protecting the visceral cavity. The overaching, maddened strenght of her opponent, no, prey was threatening to rip her scalp apart as she yanked her outside her objective...

And she swallowed. For all the love of the world. She swallowed that disgusting meat in surprise, feeling it crawling in a slow but nauseating spiral towards her stomach. That sprung up to her senses, just in time to notice a claw that ravaged her left side of the face, avoiding the loss of an eye by a tiny margin.

Takumi's words were like an echo, as the kakuja was clearly going to counterattack. Hana was tired. She was disgusted. Her fire was extinguishing. She knew... she couldn't win as is. She was going to die, despite the cannibalism act rejuvenating her wounds somewhat.

"So...sorry." She managed to utter as she was being pried apart. She, as a ghoul, couldn't beat such a foe. It was then when it dawned on her, as she eyed the gaping wound of the other ghoul. She had two hands.

She had tools.

She had knowledge.

Crimson exploded in front of Miyako, as Hana's scalp was torn apart, cleanly, with a cut. Hana's hand bore a bloody-scalpel like shard, her exposed head bleeding profusely now. Just a little more. She could do this.

The armed hand dived in Miyako's midsection. Her other hand locked on the open wound.

"LIVER! PANCREAS! PORTAL VEIN! STOMACH! SPLEEN! KIDNEYS! AORTA!" She yelled in top of her lungs, with all her rage, pain and spite. She cut and cut. She had no regard for finesse. All it mattered was putting as many cuts and destroying as many internal organs as possible before she run out. The kagune dagger broke, her naked hand now worming her way in.

"AND HEART!" She added, hysterically. But she could never finish her target properly, as she passed out, her body going limp like a marionette after the effort.
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