rescuedgoi whispered:
She was just skipping along, not paying much attention, when she bumped into him, causing her to fall on the ground. "I-I'm okay... I'm not gonna cry or anything, I'm fine..."

rescuedgoi:

nolongerhavemysight:

nolongerhavemysight:

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More or less, he wasn’t expecting a bump against his leg when taking a walk somewhere that was supposedly less crowded. Based on the size and the voice, it was definitely a small child. “Are you sure, kid?” The blind knelt down in front of her, being positive of her position. 

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Now that he thought about it. She was tiny…. Small, probably not tall enough to see signs on the buildings. “…. Do you want to go on my shoulders to help me see?”

"Waaa~ Really? I’d like that," she nodded, smiling up at him. "I like you Oppa you’re nice."

Hiljo stopped to kneel down in front of her. “Yes, you can. Just promise me that you’ll tell me where, alright?” His hands reached out to her sides before picking her up effortlessly and then let her take a seat on his shoulders before making any moves to stand up. “I’m nice?”

rescuedgoi whispered:
She was just skipping along, not paying much attention, when she bumped into him, causing her to fall on the ground. "I-I'm okay... I'm not gonna cry or anything, I'm fine..."

rescuedgoi:

nolongerhavemysight:

nolongerhavemysight:

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More or less, he wasn’t expecting a bump against his leg when taking a walk somewhere that was supposedly less crowded. Based on the size and the voice, it was definitely a small child. “Are you sure, kid?” The blind knelt down in front of her, being positive of her position. 

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Why was this child apologizing a lot? It wasn’t like she did a bad thing aside from not looking where she went. Oh well. A child was just a child. “Yes. Tell me if you see a restroom. There should be a sign for it.” He couldn’t recall what exactly the sign was, only had heard about them. “If it’s difficult to say my name, then you say ‘oppa’.”

"Okayyy~ I’ll keep an eye out. There’s gotta be one around here somewhere right?" she asked, humming a little. "Oppa. That’s a lot easier to say. Oppa. I like it."

Now that he thought about it. She was tiny…. Small, probably not tall enough to see signs on the buildings. “…. Do you want to go on my shoulders to help me see?”

akai-no-mukade:

nolongerhavemysight:

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He had to agree about how it was annoying. Though, he could understand why people asked if he was blind. Some asked because of the scar that crossed his eyes. A few had noticed his eyes. Sometimes, it was when he touched the person’s face to identify them or putting a ‘face’ to their voice. Even so… getting a hand waved in front of his face was truly annoying. He disliked when one went up so close to his face even more.

An eyebrow was raised slightly as he listened to the boy’s story. Accident. Donated organ? Wasn’t that the right term for the giving of an organ? Or was it something else…? The blind only heard of it because of the humans seem to do it often in cases of when they needed an organ to replace theirs. There was barely any cases of that among the chachaoongs. “It is still better than losing your sight completely.” And not in a way how he lost his eyes. Being unable to see, he had to rely on someone if there was something that required sight, such as reading. Especially if the words weren’t ‘pop out’ from a flat surface.

It didn’t seem to hurt to keep talking with the boy named Ken. “I’m Hiljo. It seems like you’re quite a reader here.”

Kaneki’s fingers traced the worn cover. A small smile had crept onto his face. "I love reading. It’s a small hobby of mine, but it gives me the chance to live a life that’s not mine, even just briefly." Why would he want to be Kaneki Ken anyways? Kaneki was just filled with misfortune from the day he was born, losing his father, to now, losing his humanity and sanity. "My father loved reading books, so I guess I took it from him." Perhaps if he was still alive, his life would have been so different. Kaneki blinked, having gone slient for a time. "Sorry, I got lost in thought."

To have such a hobby was a luxury that he didn’t have. Though, he did try, but Haje didn’t have a voice to read out loud to him. Jena… was a little too loud at times. He couldn’t seem to find the appeal on ‘to live a life that’s not’ his. Probably this child had a borning life and wanted to be more adventurous at some point. After all, reading a story was different from experiencing it.

The blind noted the moment of silence from Ken. Lost in thought…. Did something happened to the boy’s father? “It’s fine. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.”

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Speed

Hiljo was notably quick on his feet in the fight with Muyeong and Shadow.

His speed was difficult for Muyeong to catch on his own as Hiljo, time and time again, managed to slip away from attacks.

Despite being blind, Hiljo had trained himself to be fast and make quick judgements as it was often a matter of life or death whenever he fights. He excels in close combat and possibly in distance fights. The latter was proven by the fact that Hiljo accurately threw knives into the gun holes to prevent the shooter, Muyeong, to shoot. He had used this advantage to close the distance.

Though, Hiljo has preferences to end the fights quickly as possible despite of having a great amount of stamina and high pain tolerance. He mainly ends fights to avoid getting any more danger than he already was.

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chaosandsky:

nolongerhavemysight:

Scents of various sorts had calmed his mind as it mixed with fresh air. It was better than being in a city filled with large buildings and so much noises. In this spot, it seemed like it was void of those things. Less noises, just the rustling of the leaves of plants in the area. No city stink, the smoke and so on. Just simply clean. It was one of the pleasures he enjoyed taking in. And one he did want to see with his own eyes.

Though, there was some scents that tainted the air slightly. A metallic scent mixed with something, not like any human blood…. And he had smelled it before from the mute, Yuta. Did he draw his own blood again? Was he upset or nervous..?

His eyes shifted to Yuta for a moment before staring ahead. ‘I’m sorry’……? The blind let out a small sigh under his breath. Why was the mute apologizing for? Pity over what happened? It felt weird to have someone doing that as none did really rescued him from the hands of Ja Gwi. Or even warned him about of what would lie ahead of him. “No need to be apologetic about it. What was done was done.” Even if he could turn back time, the result would be the same. He was unable to escape from him, like he was still unable to escape from a certain fate.

"I have been lucky enough to live this long." Too lucky to just live up to this point when he could of died at any point before when he was with Ja Gwi who could simply activate the mark and kill him on the spot whenever Hiljo was pointing out something which could piss the slave master off.

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It would be so much easier, if Hiljo could hear, tap into the streams of words transmitted but not spoken, the speech of the Sura. Yuta swallowed, trying to down the thick and heavy knot that seemed to bloom within his throat. It had suddenly become more difficult to breathe. Fighting back tears, the boy took to inhaling slowly and with purpose. He tried his best to be mindful of how the air passed through him but he could not manage to keep his intrusive thoughts at bay. “No need to be apologetic about it,” Hiljo concluded, in a tone that was more matter-of-fact than reassuring, "What was done was done."

Yuta turned to look at the blind man and wondered if even he believed in the words that he had just spoken. Disregarding the fact that the man before him was not too much unlike a human, Hiljo seemed to hold a strength about him, one that the Rakshasa could not bring himself to place. Yet, the man seemed on the brink of shattering at the slightest touch - as though held together with countless bandages while untreated wounds were left to fester underneath. Just how close was he to breaking?

The boy held back, his clammy hand resting palm down on Hiljo’s. He wanted to reassure him somehow - even if it came in the form of a little squeeze…but Yuta could not bring himself to interlace his fingers with that of the blind man’s. Yuta was terrified. He feared that if he were to become any closer that he would wind up sending Hiljo over the edge somehow. It would be the umpteenth person that he would have destroyed.

Hot tears slowly trailed down his cheeks almost burning his cool skin. "I hurt her…," he wrote in-spite of himself, his fingers trembling as he spelled out his sin on his companion’s open hand. The boy was shaking now under the force of his silent sobs. He let the silence stretch out between them as his words were left to sink into place along with the sun as it vanished from the edge of the horizon.

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The sound of a throat swallowing something was audible to his ears. Every sound the other made was loud enough for the blind to hear. All except for vocal words that denied the boy of normal speech and the thoughts as he wasn’t a mind reader or even a telepath. Being unable to see expressions had left him to be depend on his remaining senses to make some judgements.

The behavior… was like someone he knew. Someone close. There were times one of his kids tried to brave through an injury and tried to hold back tears. One similar to the mute sitting next to the blind. To him, Yuta still seemed to be a young child, even if he appeared to be a young adult now. In the state he was in, Hiljo had figured that the mute needed someone to rely on. Maybe someone he needed a shoulder. It didn’t surprise him when the mute’s hand held his in a weak way, reminding him of the times his kids were holding his hands for different reasons. Especially Jena.

The next thing was something to expect in all consideration of how Yuta was behaving. With the slight scent of salt and water in the air, trembling digits and the invisible written words, there was a moment of silence after he ‘heard’ those words. The mute never seemed like a person to harm someone on purpose. The heavy words he had written meant that he had hurt someone close to him. Close enough to get upset when hurting this close friend. Maybe someone who meant more to him.

Removing his hand away from the mute’s gently, the blind placed it on the mute’s head in a kind manner. It had seemed whatever he did… he didn’t mean to do it. On accident. Unless it was on purpose which Hiljo can’t really see Yuta doing. He wanted to say that it’ll be alright, but he didn’t know if it was the right thing to say as the details and who got hurt were still unknown to the blind. His hand ruffled softly the mute’s hair for moment.

"It’s okay to let it all out."

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season 2 chapter 92: Taboo (4)

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Late Night Walk || nolongerhavemysight

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RC cells that can harden. When hungry, the percentage of them was low…? That meant that the ghouls would be full of them once they had their fill. Hm. Interesting. At least he was getting information about these ghouls. At least he had some advantage. He didn’t need that special cell.
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The moment he heard that nearly deafening sound, the blind instantly switched his mood. He waited for the first step as the world seemed to get slower to his senses. Each fraction of the second mattered. The blind materialized a couple of knives in the air as he made the action to throw them as soon as he heard the ghoul opened its mouth. To hold it back just a bit. As the knives were thrown, a long dagger with jagged teeth on one side of the blade appeared in his hand. Then, he took his first step. Within a fraction of a second, he had closed up the gap between him and the opponent.

Satoki felt his eyes change, his RC cells were reacting just by watching this show. He stayed put but he felt his body tremble with eagerness. He wanted to join the fight…he hadn’t done anything serious in years…but he had to control himself…besides…at this rate, he wouldn’t know who’s side to take…

The Ghoul was being foolish and not concentrating. He laughed in the blind mans face at the sight of the knives. The Ghoul brought out his Kagune - a Koukaku. This would have made it a lot easier for the blind man, since Koukaku types are slow due to the heaviness of the Kagune.

It was the moment he was waiting for once upon the opponent. The moment when the ghoul opened his mouth. At this point, the blind cared less about gender and how the ghoul really looked like. Or even the scent of incoming blood. That was for later.

The moment the ghoul had opened his mouth, the blind took his chance to immediately shove the dagger’s blade into the mouth, with a force that would easily break through the bones and to have the blade exposing the other end of the head. When there was some movement felt, the chachaoong pushed in the blade some more then in a quick cutting motion, jerked the sharp and jagged end of the dagger to the right.