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As Miyako's glare towards Rin didn't go unnoticed by Itsuki, and he had to really force himself to breathe before he ended up ripping the bitch's head from her body. [i][b]Why am I the only one who seems to properly understands how much a fuckin' threat this girl is, and that taking a chance on her is beyond idiotic. If it wasn't for Takumi, then she would be dead and everyone here would be safe. . . well, as safe as ghouls can be.[/b][/i] Letting out a deep sigh, Itsuki continued to silently observe, clearly noticing not only the girl's seeming infatuation with Takumi but also that Takumi had noticed it as well. Robotic as the boy tended to be at times, his sudden silence and the way he was awkwardly staring in Itsuki's direction but not at Itsuki himself was enough to alert him to the fact that his younger sibling was lost in some intensive thought all of the sudden. Given everything that happened, he could only figured the Takumi was also aware of the Crazy Ukaku's apparent crush on him and was, as Takumi is one to do, panicking internally while doing a damn good job at not showing it. Another sigh escaped Itsuki's lips before as he leaned against a nearby wall, contemplating just leaving this hotel and being done with it all. Hana didn't want him here, that much was plainly obvious, Asoka couldn't give a shit either way, Rin was difficult to read, and Takumi was likely to just stick with Hana no matter what(not that he wanted Takumi to follow him if he did end up leaving).

It would be so much easier to just jump out the window and leave them and the kids to fend for themselves, wipe his hands of it all, and find a good place to sleep for the night. . . but then what would he have to look forward to. A life of pitiful scrounging until he met his end at the hands of some investigator or another ghoul. A life that was more about survival than anything else. A life that would eventually see him towards his worst nightmare, that would see him turn to the beast he currently tried his best to contain. [i][b]They're my family. . . they're the only thing I have left anymore, and I'll be damned if I let anyone, or anything, hurt them while I can do something about it.[/b][/i] Thinking back to the scene he'd come upon, blood everywhere, Hana laying bleeding on the floor with the top of her fucking head missing, his teeth clenched tight against each other, forming a rather unpleasant looking grimace upon his face before he was able to reel in his emotions and regain his more apathetic composure. He tried his best to forget how his mind had replaced Hana's current grown-up self with the form of the girl he had grown up with, as he had done with Takumi, Rin, and Asoka upon seeing them. Those memories had been what he had clung to for sanity sometimes, when he had fallen lower than he had ever thought possible. Even if they cursed him, spit upon him, and hated him with all of his being, he could never bring it upon himself to abandon them, to hurt them, to even hate them, because they were his everything and without them around. . . he might as well walking to CCG HQ and turn himself in.

[i][b]Man, I really know how to cheer myself up.[/b][/i] A small chuckle escaped his lips at the thought as he decided to address  Takumi's question, looking him dead in the eye. [b]"Simple. You go find the bitch a place to sleep and I find a comfortable chair to rest on while I stand watch over her. . . unless you planned to share a room with her. Though, I doubt that would be the wisest course of action, as leaving you two alone together is rather dangerous for a multitude of reasons. Not the least of which being that I don't think I'm ready to become an uncle just yet, not to mention that I'm crap with kids."[/b] Itsuki gave Takumi a small grin to let him know he was joking, before turning his attention to Miyako once more. [b]"I'm not going to threaten you again, cause at this point, it'd be redundant. I just want to let you know that I care very deeply about everyone in this room. They are everything to me, and I'd rather die then see any of them hurt. Remember that next time you feel your other half getting antsy. If I can control my demons, you can control yours. I don't care how sick in the head you are, we aren't humans. We don't need a gun or a knife to be exceedingly dangerous to each other when we lose control of ourselves.[/b]