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Yomo glances at his phone. Itori had given him no other indications besides an address in the fourth ward.Â
He arrives in the back alley to see Uta knocked against the concrete, surrounded by half a dozen thugs. Ghoul thugs, mind you; Uta could surely handle humans.
âWhatâs going on?â Yomo demands.
âAw, has your boyfriend come to save you?â mocks one. Uta doesnât respond.
âWhatâs going on is your boy is no longer in charge of the fourth ward. Not after all those investigators got called down here,â snaps the largest one.Â
âAnd weâre making sure he doesnât come back,â adds the first.Â
Yomo eyes him.Â
âSo Uta likes the strong, silent type?â tries another.
Yomo stays quiet. But in the dark they see his kakugans glowing.Â
The largest lunges at him, and Yomo easily knocks him into the wall.
âOw!â
âLetâs get out of here,â says the first nervously.
The assholes run away, and Yomo scrambles to help Uta up.
âIâm fine. Just weak. Losing my leadership. Again.â Uta laughs bleakly, shrugging off Yoyoâs assistance.
âAgain?â Yomo wonders.
âIt doesnât matter. I could have killed them all.â Uta smiles thinly. âI should have.â
âThen why didnât you? What were you afraid of?â Yomo wonders.
Uta wants to tell Yomo everything he knows, but he canât. Some things belong forgotten. âI donât know.â
âOn the bright side,â Uta says suddenly, âIâm now free of the ward. I can start that Mask Studio Iâve always wanted. AndâŚI can devote more time to you.â
Yomo turns around, only to be met with Utaâs lips.Â
âTheyâre right,â he whispers, hoping that his love will cover his secrets, that his love will render him less alone, âI do like the strong, silent type.âÂ