In the words of our great lord Hideyoshi Nagachika: it may not be stylish, Mutsuki, but live.
“You – you!” Urie splutters. All he can manage is rage. “Sasaki Haise, Kaneki Ken, Centipede, whatever your fucking name is!”
He marches forward and punches Kaneki straight in the nose.
“That seems violent.” Serpent watches curiously.
“You left us! You left Mutsuki – don’t you remember asking me to save him? It was the last thing you fucking said to me! And now he might die thanks to your Raven over here!” Urie flips off Yomo, who winces.
“In Yomo’s defense, Mutsuki was overly fond of knives,” Kirishima Touka snaps.
“Shut up, Rabbit.” Urie whirls back to Sasaki. Kaneki. Sasakaneki. “You killed Arima. You loved Arima. What the fuck?!”
Sasakaneki (Urie feels quite clever for the name) bows his head.
“Are you not going to answer?” screams Urie. “We need answers!”
“I know!” Sasakaneki raises his head to reveal tears in his eyes. “I know! God, what can I say -”
“You can start with ‘I didn’t kill Arima Kishou,’” suggests Hirako Take.
Urie does a double-take. “What?”
Kaneki swallows. “No – I did.”
Hirako shakes his head. “He wanted you to, but I saw. He killed himself and should have never asked you to pretend you did. You’re not betraying him if you tell the truth.”
Kaneki swallows.
“Why?” Urie is thoroughly confused.
“There was a ghoul family running CCG,” Kaneki says.
“I know.”
“Arima was one of Demon Tsuneyoshi’s offspring,” says Itsuki Marude.
“He joined with Eto Yoshimura to take down the world,” Kaneki says. His voice wobbles. “And gave me his inheritance: the One-Eyed King.”
“Okay, first Arima killed himself, then he’s a ghoul, now he’s the One-Eyed King?” Urie growls.
“Yes. He was all of those, and my friend.” Kaneki shivers. “I miss him.”
“Did you miss us?”
“Of course I did!” Kaneki cries out, and Urie, for once, believes him.
“You hurt us all.” Urie shakes his head. “You can’t be a king if you lie to your people.”
“Then join GOAT and be an advisor,” Tsukiyama Shuu, that rotten Gourmet, finally sees a chance to speak. “It’s lonely doing it all by myself.”
“All by yourself?” Touka barks. “Excuse you?!”
Urie looks around this crazy, dysfunctional family that reminds him so much of the Chateau, yet he doesn’t belong here.
Kaneki places a hand on his shoulder. Urie remembers framing out. Maybe he does belong, after all.
He’s not ready to hug his leader, but he is willing to learn. “Tell me everything.”
Mercy and Magic 