"Is that supposed to scare me?"
Tsukiyama’s eyes narrowed into slits, welling with what were unmistakably tears. He tried desperately to contain them, to keep his mind focused. But there is a specific type of frustration and rage that makes you lose control of your more reasonable senses. Like it or not, this was indeed one of those rare moments for the gourmet.
The purple-haired ghoul was two sides of pristine silver coin, if that coin were dropped in the mud. One side above the grime, cool and sleek for the world to see. However, once its picked up, the filth on the opposing side is undeniably present. That is who he was, a calm and pleasant facade with a raunchy, sadistic other half. But the fine beveled edges had a mixed story to tell.
Tsukiyama loved his meals and he loved his luxurious life. However, no one ever stayed around or kept him by their side until he unknowingly stumbled across the half-ghoul that changed his life.
He blinked hard, willing the tears away and bringing himself back to the ghoul before him. There was no other option then to take an eye for an eye. His kakugan drew black veins around his eyes and his kagune painfully split from his kakuhou. The dense RC organ pulsed lightly as Tsukiyama lunged forward without tact.
”You took him from me!” He shouted, “He was the only thing I held dear! He was mine" His voice was already cracking. "I didn’t even know I could feel so strongly for someone, this one person, and you lead him away from me!”
The rage, the guilt, the despair. If he had been Kaneki’s side like he promised…
He hadn’t been connecting many of his moves, his lunges were just becoming desperate attempts to burn off this pain within himself. The fire inside of him was being extinguished, and he could sense the chill the rested in its wake. With a final lunge, he felt his knees give out.
Tsukiyama would not be able to go on, and he knew this.
”Non… I suppose,” his words were broken apart by concise, pathetic sobs, “It is not…”
