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No, he refused to move. How long had it been? He was tired of living off scraps and the organs of his own species. He needed this kill. For his sanity. It had been slipping away now and then causing his beast like traits to return now and then. Cannibalizing as much as he did was not a kind fate. He needed this kill for money. He would not use all of her so he could sell the remaining pieces like livestock. Was it so strange for him to do so? 

More importantly, he needed a human sacrifice. They were the beings closer to god. Shou never denied the demonic, beastly nature of ghouls and thus never turned away from the being that likely watch over them. Why cherish a god who could cast such a poor fate on a species? No, this girl would die not in vain but would go to the being that brought life for him. Was it wrong?

His bikaku, covered in spikes and hardened, flicked around to swing at the girl that was at him. She was just like everyone else. “Sick”, “Weird”, “Gross”, “Messed up.” He had heard this before and this is why he put a mask on. 

                                    “Leave…. me…. alone….”

The world blacked out for a moment, the back of her skull thudding against the wall and drawing fresh blood like a well. "Nng..." She stirred, her vision returning as it began to shout anew. This time, the words made sense to her. That monstrous tone still permeated them, filling her with dread. Something about it sounded distantly familiar, but...that couldn't be right. It was probably the dazed and bleeding head talking. Shakily, she jumped to her feet, one hand against the wall for support. "No," The reply was defiant, "You leave her alone."

“If you won’t leave her alone...we’re going to have a fucking problem here.”

It seemed when she lunged at him, he only shifted his position to cover the body of the young girl he was ripping apart. It was really a shame that someone had walked in on him. He eyed the girl. He knew her, didn’t he?

It was always so hard to focus when food was in front of him. When fighting ghouls, things were easier. He was already stretching himself thin but not swallowing his prey in one bite. He had to save it for later. There were things of greater importance to him than his hunger and he didn’t dare let her mess that up. He could survive off scraps and organs but rarely did he have such a great sacrifice. 

He barely even flinched when the quinque pierced him. His tail flicked back and forth like a cat enjoying its game. Red pupils quickly darted to the girl. Yes, now that he saw her closer, he did know her. He recalled her visits and conversations. He didn’t want to kill her. 

                            “Abequitare!!”

Again, his words made little to no sense and sounded more like a demonic growl. They weren’t Japanese and sounded more like some kind of spell. He would rather not lose a friendly face but death was oh so casual for him if she did die, he would not mourn. He was sure that her corpse would come of use to him anyway. 

Stomach churning at the sight of the corpse, she came to a decision. Nobody deserved to be picked over like that. The creature hovered over the young girl's broken body like a hungry vulture. She must have been what...sixteen? Seventeen? She deserved to have a future. And now thanks to this mess, Aiko would have to be the one to report this and possibly even inform her family...

She couldn't let this creature continue to desecrate her body.

"You sick--" She grunted, yanking the quinque back out of its body and running to the side, "--bastard!" Leaping, she brought her blade down toward the ghoul again, face set in determination.  This was idiotic. This was probably going to get her into a lot of trouble. This was probably going to get her scolded. This was probably--

She shut the thoughts down.

A perfect night. He couldn’t turn it down. It was as if some godly being had called on him to hunt that night. A full moon, not a cloud in the sky. His kagune had mutated long ago and covered his face, forming into a snot with sharp canines. Spikes pretutraded from his back, weighing him down more than he wished. He couldn’t stand upright for long like a human. The weight of his kagune pushed him down on all fours like a dog. The huge tail wrapped around his legs as his clawed hands ripped up the innocent passerby.

With such a beastly look to him, it was surprising how much care he took to the teenage girl that he was tearing to shreds. He was utterly careful not to harm any of her organs as he plucked them from her body like a game of operation. The flesh was his own treat as he gobbled it down like spaghetti. 

Of course, no hunt was ever complete without the interruption to his ritualistic kill. Hound like ghoul glared up at the unfortunate person who just happened to walk in on his kill. Shou only ever killed on certain nights. His kills were fresh and precious to him. After months of surviving on ghoul meat alone, he seemed to have fallen in love with human flesh once again. He wasn’t about to let this person take that away from him. 

Besides, his kills had two reasons to them. 

                                     “A͞͡͡͝b̷̵̸̡é͜ǫ̶͢!̧҉!̡̡̛́͜ “

So she walked home in a foul mood after hours spent re-doing the papers, swinging her school bag as she went and occasionally hitting street lamps with it "by accident." She had been grumbling to herself when she heard another noise --one that she'd heard only a few times before. Like a low growling accompanied by a squelching sound. Maybe she was just in a dark mood. It was night, and she'd had a long day. Did she really want to mess with this? But the noise continued and something whispered to her, something like g u i l t. Groaning, she altered her course and treaded lightly down the alleyway, turning the corner to the back of the building when--

"Holy fucking--!"

It was a beast, it had to be. She'd never seen anything like it before. She drew her quinque in an instant, the motion well-practiced. But this...this was horrifying. The creature had been hunched over a body, picking it apart with its great claws. Aiko's heart sank. This was the kind of creature she had only hours previously been mocking. The kind of creature that preyed on girls --actual high school girls-- and destroyed families. She watched its blood-stained maws with wide eyes. A ghoul...no, a kakuja.

This is what she got for being a little shit at work. Fate really wasn't fair.

//The Sappy Part:

I have to say thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Not just because I have a certain number of followers, but because I do have followers. I also have friends on here and that makes me so happy. I’ve been struggling a lot lately but I’ve been able to pull through thanks to roleplaying and all you lovely people. I hate to say this but I am sure without roleplay in my life I would not be alive today.

I am so honored to know such wonderful people and to know I have a place to escape whenever reality gets too rough for me. Tokyo Ghoul, as odd as it sounds, has also helped me. Especially with amazing people in the fandom. I’ve never found a fandom that has been this enjoyable. Every other fandom I’ve rped in I’ve felt like I wasn’t a part of it, like I wasn’t accepted. Here I am, 8ish months later and still going strong and feeling happy and accepted, and that is the best feeling ever.

So everyone, thank you, thank you so so much.

//The little Angels, all of you: 

askharukakujo : I’m going to try and not get too sappy here but I have to say that you have made me super happy with our ship and dorks and I adore them to pieces. Not only that but you are always there to say something sweet when I’m having a hard time and I can never thank you enough for that. You are a awesome, amazing person and I wish I could give you a big rl hug but I can’t so I’m going to have to settle for virtual hugs (づ￣ ³￣)づ <33333!!!

and in no particular order all you lovelies <33 either we have interacted and/or I just stalk you and your beautiful blog ;;

“I-I’m sorry again for crying like this. I think I’m calming down.” Pursing her lips, she gave him the best doe eyes that she could muster. “I’m just glad you think my brother’s okay. I...really needed to hear that.” Tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear, she gave him a smile. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to see me.” 

If only she could see the vacant, bewildered look in his eyes, obscured by the usual adornment of thick black glass. Usually the presence of those with an aura such as hers was one followed by a barrage of questions pertaining to his shop’s involvement with the ghouls of the fourth ward… but this, this was a welcomed change. 

“I’m actually not sure what this place is,” She admitted with a small laugh, “I’ve always walked on by in the past. But today I decided to come inside for once.” She’d only done so because she was avoiding work, but still. Shifting her school bag to her other hand, the familiar weight of the quinque hidden within bounced pleasantly against her legs. She glanced around, taking the place in with an impressed nod. “Whatever you do here, it’s rad.” 

“Jeez, kid.” She shook her head, expression growing straight. “I’m just messing with you. Don’t look so nervous!” This poor guy was taking what she said seriously, which was a fatal mistake. One that she was sure she’d exploit in the future if they kept running into each other. “It’s not like you’re a ghoul or anything. Calm down.” 

Oh no. Light reflected off a single drop of liquid on the girl’s fair skin. She was..crying?! Not good, not good at all. Souta had next to no experience with girls and that included crying ones. He wanted to comfort her, give a hug or pat on the shoulder, but physical contact was too soon for him. The ghoul needed a few weeks at least of knowing the person before that happened.

"Ah, p-please don’t cry! P-please, please d-don’t cry! I-I..I’m sure he is fine now, j-just like he was the other day!" He reached to give a encouraging pat on her shoulder but he retracted just as fast. Nope, he tried but he couldn’t do it. "D-don’t worry, we’ll f-find your brother. H-he didn’t say much to me but I know it was him s-so just hold on for a bit longer."

Almost. 

If this guy became that disgruntled by this fake display of emotion, maybe she could use it to pull more information from him? There was only one way to find out. It was a strange sport that she practiced, fishing for ghouls. This was a particularly flighty “fish”, she could already tell. It was unclear if he was a ghoul, but he seemed to be leading her right to the bigger catch that she desired. But if he happened to be so as well, then that was fine by her. 

More ghouls caught, bigger paycheck. It was all profitable. 

She willed the tears to keep flowing, voice trembling. “M-my brother means the world to me, you see. Thank you s-so much for tolerating my tears. I can hold on,” A shadow fell over her expression, “But I wonder if he can.”

“He must be so h u n g r y by now.” 

"What do you mean by that?" she growled. Was it necessary to be as much of a slob as possible? Just because she was skilled at such a young age and her father was also an investigator gave her no right to act like this job was just something to push under the rug for later. 

...and her father might hear about it. 

With a sigh, she changed her tune.

"Y-yeah, of course! I-I would be devastated if I had a older sibling who d-disappeared." He couldn’t feel her fear or pain at having a lost sibling, being a only child himself, but he was still sympathetic.  "I-I’ll do the best I can to help." 

She bit down on her tongue until she tasted blood, a single tear rolling down her cheek in response to the pain. 

Bingo. 

Damn, she was getting good at this.