A Wolf in Ghouls Skin

// In other news. This blog may have been skirted but Im too stubborn to just kill it off outright. It’s now a secondary blog, alongside my other secondary blog ( @king-ishima​ ). My primary and permanently-logged-in blog is @sovereign-tempest​ (kinda jumped onto a different fandom...TG is so dead it makes me sad).

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Satoki didn’t really pay much attention to the exchange, he was already hurrying off to the forest. He didn’t care if the rest of the Pack that wasn’t at the meeting had caught on to Takami’s Human scent, he and they had much more important things at hand. Though he was sure they’d all want an explanation if they survived this encounter. They weren’t particularly Human-hating, but it was still a curious situation.

He felt the tug, and heard the words, but it took him a moment to wrestle his rushing mind to pay attention to them. He stopped and took a deep breath through his nose - the chilled air filling his lungs - and released the breath past his lips. “Alright, alright....” He muttered, attempting to calm down. But the skin on his back was tingling... itchy. His kagune was so eager to burst from his back. It was like stopping a monster taking over his body and mind so he could concentrate. He permitted himself to lose it only when he found the murderer - and not a moment before.

Just as he took another breath, something caused his nostrils to flare. Another strong scent of blood - a mix of Human and Ghoul. He turned in the direction and headed over, slipping past trees and bushes, not caring as the twigs cracked underneath his boots. About ten minutes of walking led them to a man-made opening. Tree’s were severely damaged, most of them were fallen. Crack trunks sprinkled around, shielding more dead bodies... CCG. Both artiliary and Doves. Weapons were thrown around - clearly a huge defeat. Satoki kneeled next to the closest body and again felt it’s cheek. It was much colder than the previous one and wasn’t harmed other than it’s killing wound. There were no bites or attempts to devour the flesh. This killer was only interested in eating Ghouls...

“Looks like the bastard was cornered by CCG here, got rid of them all and then headed to the radio tower...” He scowled. “We’re going in the wrong direction-” He was interupted by a loud buzzing from Takami’s pocket. Her phone ringing. He was about to protest but as she answered he heard the young Charlie’s voice through the receiver.

“Foxtrot... Tell Alpha to come to me.” He was whispering. “I followed my nose, I have footprints. Looks like whoever made them is limping. There’s lots of blood. Ghoul blood.” He was silent for a moment, listening around him. “I’m about a mile south of the tower, I’ve already messaged the others.” He quickly added before hanging up.

“Fine,” He snapped quickly, clearly more concerned about rushing then caring about how they got there. He ran into the garage, checking the exact location of the radio tower in the Ward. A quick Internet search revealed that the station was abandoned, which made more sense why the killer would hunt there. It was reletively out of the way due to all the equipment it once used.

He jumped onto the back of the motorbike, Takami quickly took her place at the front and they headed off. Satoki clutched the handle at the back of the seat with one hand tightly while the other was still going through his phone, occasionally yelling out commands over the sound of the wind and engine so she could hear where to go next.

By the time they winded their way through the clear roads - it was too late at night to see much traffic so far out of the city - and reached the desolate building, most of the CCG Doves were taken care of. It became more obvious by the lack of noise, fights and with the strong smell of blood in the air. Satoki jumped off the moving bike, landing smoothly close to a Dove’s still-warm corpse as he saw the other members of the Pack gathering on the roof. He missed out on some of the action, but he needed to concentrate on the main event...

He joins the other on the roof, trusting Takami to follow. No-ones face was visible, all hidden under masks resembling wolves, but each had unique designs and colours. They had circled a Ghoul’s body. The ribcage was exposed, torn open to reveal missing organs. Blood was still leaking from the gaping wound, released kagune muscles occasionally twitching as it fell closer to rigor mortis.

“This is definitely him...” Satoki muttered, it was certainly the killers usual mess. It was frustrating... the overwhelming smell of Ghoul blood took over any chances of picking up on any other Ghoul scents - one that he could have used to track the killer down. The blond placed the back of his hand against the corpse’s cheek. “She’s still warm.” He stood up and looked around for anything that could show what direction the murderer went. “They’re not far.” His voice seemed calm, but anyone who paid extra attention would notice the shaking in his fists - but the darkness helped to hide this.

“Shall we split up?” One of the people behind the masks spoke, the voice giving it away that it was a male, perhaps 30s or early 40s judging by the stature, and the voice completely different to Bravo and Charlie, revealing that this is one of the other Pack members that wasn’t at the cafe the other day. “I’m with Echo,” the shortest person spoke, revealing it to be Charlie. “More ground to cover.”

The second shortest person lifted up a phone, held by a rather feminine hand, the words ‘I’ll go to the East’ typed up on the screen. Either they were unable to use their voice, or preferred not to. But Satoki didn’t seem taken aback by this, something that was clearly known among them all. He nodded at her. “Alright, Delta, go. Echo-” He addressed the first speaker. “Go West from here. Bravo, go north. Charlie, south. I’ll head into the thick of the woods with Foxtrot.”

He took a quick glance at the two that Takami hadn’t met before hand. “I don’t have time to introduce you, if you find anyone, don’t fucking hesitate!” He addressed the Pack over all. “I don’t care about subtlty, I’m sure if there’s enough noise we’ll all hear it. Any CCG, kill them too! They’re not getting in the way this time.” He snarled. The group nodded and sprinted off, most of their kagunes released, showing they were ready and eager to complete this long-winded mission...

It was only a few nights later when Satoki got a call from one of his Pack members. He didn’t seem too concerned or uptight when he answered it - expecting it to be mild news... But it was far more. His eyes grew larger, but his iris’ shrunk as he listened. His spare hand balled into a fist so tight, the knuckles almost glowed white. He didn’t need to ask questions, the caller had addressed them instantly - knowing not to draw this out for their Alpha.

“I’ll be ten minutes,” He finally spoke. “Clear the area if CCG show up...” He commanded before hanging up. He felt himself shake, a mixture of exhiliration and bottled rage. “He finally came back...” He muttered under his breath before suddenly jumping to action - like a coiled spring. “Takami!” He yelled out, racing to his room as he pulled out his hunting clothes and mask from the bottom drawer. They were rugged from use, but that only meant his kakuja could form without the strain of clothes to burst through first.

He looked at the bottom of the drawer as he spotted another mask. One of his first he designed alongside Terus... He picked it up and tossed it to Takami, who had of course followed him. A silent instruction to join him.

He suddenly leaned in close, a movement almost too swift to catch. He could smell it from his position previously, but now, with his nose only millimetres from her neck, it was even more potent. The pheromones of sexual attraction. He could just about hear her quickening heart beat, and felt the waves of heat rolling off of her skin onto his. He wanted to chuckle, it was so amusing. How simple words could get her so weak in his palms.

Satoki couldn’t remember his parents. He only knew of the underground home to many orphan or abandoned Ghoul children. They were looked after as best as the minders could manage, but it wasn’t always ideal conditions. But he never cursed his childhood, nor had any interest in finding the parents that left him and his twin behind. He couldn’t lose something he felt he never had in the beginning. Takami, however, did lose just that.

Perhaps she created a calmness within in, but only a couple of years ago he would have gotten extremely defensive thinking she could possibly understand his situation. But now, he said nothing, silently accepting it. It was such a stark contrast to when they first met. A rogue Ghoul and a hapless human. She was almost obsessive over him, he used that against her so many times. Now they were in some kind of strange relationship. It wasn’t an extremely loving one from him, he still didn’t quite understand exactly how he felt about it. Nor was it particularly physical, even if his body did cave on occassion out of lust. But it was something strong all the same... Would it be something that could still stand once the spine was removed? He and Takami worked together to find Teru’s murderer, but he worried there would be nothing once that was gone. Even if it was just from him...

He leaned into her touch slightly, a silent accepting and appreciation of the contact. He hadn’t even thought about the third option; that he would die in the process of taking down the killer. He had worked on his kakuja for several years, but would it be enough to overpower another gruesome and savage kakuja. Least if that was the case, the decision would be made for him.

He placed his hand over hers, still glancing away - vaguely in the TV’s direction. “Thanks...” He muttered softly. He felt his heartbeat quicken slightly as a thought drifted through, his skin grew cold for just a second. As if this realization had been building up for so long and finally had it’s voice heard. Nerves... That’s all he could feel - nervous. It washed over him like a sudden and confusing waves, but the more he thought on it, the more he felt it came from a place of truth.

Suddenly, one voice became harder to hear in a crowd of others. He felt so torn. He hated to admit, but he finally began to feel comfortable being around several others that weren’t Teru... but that made him feel so guilty. Shouldn’t be only be focused on his brother? Was it morally wrong to consider other people as important as his own family?

He didn’t know what to do anymore. The path that was once just straight had so many twists and turns now - with Takami at the stem of the crossroads. He had a solid plan in mind for so many years, but now he was debating whether it was the right thing to do... He couldn’t help but feel the world was changing - did he really want to miss out on what could happen next?

Could he live with himself if he had both vengence...and happiness?

He sighed slightly, looking over. Possibly for the first time since meeting Takami he let his face show how he felt. His eyes were sad...features depressed.