The rain was pouring down hard. It didn't seem like it would be stopping any time soon. Juuzou's white hair was completely drenched, his white shirt so soaked that you could see the black tank top clearly underneath. A wide smile was worn across his face as he starred up into the dark sky. His smile was filled with complete joy, and yet it looked absolutely insane. He let out a high pitched laugh, his voice sounding young for his age. In fact, everything about him looked rather young despite the fact that he was nearly twenty.

Juuzou looked back out and down the dark alley way in front of him. He had no real purpose for being out. He just wanted to feel free, feel the rain on his skin. He wouldn't dare sit inside on such a beautiful day. Humming obnoxiously to himself, he started to skip down the alley-way before him. There was a deceased human behind a dumpster on the side of him, but Juuzou didn't pay anymore mind than to say "Ohhh man! Looks like the ghouls got you! Must have been too slow!" His laughter rang out down the alley way as he continued on his path, the destination still completely unclear to him. Things like this were just normal in his world. Juuzou wasn't phased by anything anymore. He wasn't sure he could remember a time when he ever was.

The only thing that made the boy stop was the sound of an opening door. He turned to look in the direction, seeing a black haired figure come out and flip a sign on the front of the door from open to closed. Juuzou took a few more steps in that direction, oddly curious about what kind of shop would have been in the middle of an alley-way. It must have been something pretty skeevy which only added to his curiosity. When he was in better view, his head tilted to the side. A hand came up and absentmindedly started pulling on red stitches that he'd sew into his lips as he stared at the man at the door.

The black haired male's nose twitched. He smelled something peculiar around him even if the rain was trying to mask a bit of the scent. Since the smell was human, his ghoul senses refused to ignore it. There was something different about it though. It was more intoxicating then the usual scent of a human, causing his hunger to grow rather intensely. However, he kept a good enough diet of flesh to keep from acting on it.

Normally the male would have just walked right back into his shop, but something possessed him to turn around to take in the owner of that scent. When he did so, he was surprised at the view he'd gotten. It was a rather petite male with the most interesting stitches all over his body. His outfit was not something most people would have worn out, but it screamed creativity. To an artist like himself, that was something to be admired.

Their eyes locked together at almost the exact same time. The dark haired male, Uta, kept a straight face regardless of the fact that he found the red color of the other's eyes absolutely mesmerizing. There was something about them that was so unique that the artist inside of him just wanted to take a picture so he could view the breathtaking sight of those eyes again and again. The boy didn't seem to be mocking his rather apathetic looking expression, the one he wore so easily regardless of the fact that his interest was indeed peeked. The white haired male was leaning forward, standing on his toes and his mouth was started to open in awe. That's when Uta remembered his own eyes and his eye brow twitched. If the pale, sickly looking boy in front of him was a sight to take in, he was pretty sure he would be an even bigger one. Finding it pointless to turn back now, Uta just stood there, eyes continuing to stay locked on the boy.

"Oh wow!" Juuzou exclaimed, the sides of his lips curving up as his mouth slammed shut for just a moment. "Your eyes are so cool! But... I thought ghoul eyes only did that when they were hungry." He turned his head to the side, white hair tickling his own neck and he let out a chuckle. "Do you wanna eat me Mr. Ghoul?" He laughed louder as the dark haired male's expression seemed to tense up. "I'll tell you what! Let's make a deal! If you can catch me before I kill you, you get to live." He giggled. Either way one of them would end up dead, but it was his job to take out ghouls, and fighting really got his heart pumping. "That sounds like fun, doesn't it?"

Despite the fact that it was his job to exterminate the human munchers, there were rare moments like these when certain ones just looked so cool that he wished he could bend the rules to keep them as a pet or something. The guy in front of him would make a stellar pet. He was the perfect height, and incredibly gorgeous. His hair resembled silk, and Juuzou really wondered what it would feel like in between his fingers. He'd probably satisfy that wonder after killing the ghoul. His dark sense of fashion was particularly appealing mixed with all of his interesting tattoos. Juuzou wanted to ask him a million questions about what all of them meant, but he bit his tongue. He was absolutely horrible with self control, but he was eager to hear his answer to his previous proposal.

Uta was grinding his teeth inside of his mouth. Just who was this guy? Was he apart of the CCG or just a crazy kid looking for a fight? "There's no need." One black nail was raised up and pointed to his eyes. "They're just scleral tattoos. Ink injected into the eyes to make them look a little more... unique."

Whoever he was, he was absolutely fascinating. The way he went about complimenting him before threatening to kill him and the fact that he wanted to turn a fight into a game was childish in a way, and Uta actually had to admit to himself that he found it slightly adorable. Everything about him screamed interesting, and Uta really wished he hadn't jumped to the conclusion that he had to kill him, because he was dying to ask about the stitches and the crazy colored suspender straps. His eyes dropped to the boy's feet, taking in the slippers he hadn't noticed before. He was wearing slippers in the rain? Uta smirked. Yeah. This guy definitely had an interesting perspective on life if he was wearing slippers outside. Uta would have just loved to get inside of his brain.

Juuzou blinked several times as he took in the male's answer. "Are you lying to me?" He tilted his head to the side, observing his expression which seemed blank as he gave him a small shake of the head. Juuzou crossed his arms across his chest for a moment like a pouting child as he tried to determine whether he was being honest with him or not. He'd never heard of something like that before. "Hmm..." He took a few steps closer, still keeping a decent amount of distance between them before his arms dropped to the side. "Oh! I know!" He reached into his pocket, pulling out a knife and quickly threw it straight at the dark haired male faster than any human would have seen coming. "Catch!" He shrieked in laughter as the knife went straight for him.

The other caught the knife right as the tip of it touched his chest and Juuzou's laughter only got louder. "I knew it! I knew it!" He spread his arms out wide and swung himself around in a circle causing Uta to let out a sigh. "You're a ghoul! Admit I was right!" He demanded it in an all too happy voice, but Uta remained silent. Juuzou had a tendency to act like a child in a lot of situations, but it was probably because he was stripped of his actual childhood. He spun around a couple more times before taking a few steps in the other's direction. The dark haired male didn't seemed to be stepping back, but he was already practically leaning against the outside door frame of his shop. Juuzou kept walking until he was nearly a foot away and then stood on the tips of his toes, looking upward into his black and red eyes. Though the dark haired stranger didn't flinch, Juuzou could see a lump in his throat as he swallowed hard. He got a devilish smile on his lips. "Now tell me Mr. Ghoul... I've already seen your face, so it's not like you can really run anywhere. What's your name?" He waited for the male to satisfy his curiosity.

"Uta," the dark haired male muttered as he looked downward at the boy in front of him clearly trying to invade his personal space. To be fair, Uta didn't really mind him doing so. His scent was so pleasant that he almost wished he'd intended to stay there. The stitched boy's devilish smile widened further, turning into one even more wild. Uta could feel his heart beating against his chest rather harshly as though it was threatening to break free from his rib cage. He wondered how the stitched boy managed to do such a thing, but brushed it aside the best he could manage. This wasn't the place or the person to be feeling like this around.

"Uta!" He swallowed hard as the white haired male spoke his name with a little too much enthusiasm. Something about the crazy way he said it made Uta's nerves tense up, something he wasn't quite used to happening just from hearing his own name. "My name is Juuzou Suzuya!" Juuzou. He finally had a name to put to those intense eyes. He looked at them again, noting the dark circles and lines underneath. The fact that it looked like he'd never slept a day in his life amplified the personality he gave off. "What do you think of it?" Juuzou laughed again as he asked his question, and Uta actually found a light smile grace his lips. That laugh of insanity was almost as pleasing as his scent. He thought about it again in his mind what a shame it was that the boy wanted to fight him. Uta didn't really want to kill him, but if he was from the CCG, then he was screwed if this situation ended with either one of them still breathing.

"Juuzou, huh? It suits you rather nicely. I like it." He smiled down at him, and watched as Juuzou's excitement seemed to grow at the compliment. Uta wasn't sure why but he was feeling a sense of satisfaction from adding to his excitement.

"Really? You mean it?" The boy was laughing and spinning in circles again. Uta had never seen someone so happy and so full of life. He simply nodded when Juuzou span back around to face him, his red eyes starring up at him. Red eyes that Uta found himself feeling like he'd be brainwashed by if he wasn't careful enough. They were wider than any eyes he'd ever seen before the the stitching underneath just added to their uniqueness.

"Tell you what, Juuzou. How about you come inside? I'd really like to pick your brain a little. Get to know you." In any other situation, it might have sounded weird to say such a thing. However, this boy seemed incredibly open. His personalty invited him to do the same. "Just one last request for a potentially dead ghoul." A smile graced his lips as he waited for an answer.

Juuzou tilted his head to the side, unsure whether he should be agreeing to such a thing, but it wasn't like he didn't want to. This was a guy he could really waste some time on. There was something about this ghoul that actually felt different from the rest. He was sure that once this was all over he was going to draw Uta's pretty face in his sketchbook. He straightened his neck up and smiled largely as he decided on his answer. "Sure! What kind of shop you running here anyways?" Even if this was some kind of trap, Juuzou had no doubt in his mind that he'd be able to either out run or kill any number of ghouls inside. Even if he couldn't, he'd die trying. Either way, he wasn't very concerned. He giggled, side stepping Uta to open the door of his shop. "Oh, I also hope you feel jusssstiffffied in craaaayooon!" He walked in, and Uta tilted his head to the side in confusion behind him, having no idea what he was talking about. "That's the only media I use! Well, blood once, but it's not like I'm some kind of.." His voice trailed off as he entered into the shop, his heart racing with excitement.