#taubc

I'm pretty sure they were the cause of around 70% of them. 8| Itsuki gives the CCG investigators waaaaay more credit than they’re due-- He probably spent a lot of time trying to appease or comfort the kids when something was wrong/chasing after them, only to end up yelling over at @megistanis to help him because they’re his children and he doesn’t actually know what to do. 8|||||

I DO THINK HE WAS BIASED!!! matsuri, despite his reservations, is still very proud of his lineage. it’s important to him that the image of the washuu, as humans and the enemy of ghouls, is upheld. i think he knows the hypocrisy in that, but he’s also fine accepting that hypocrisy. matsuri was set up for a relatively easy life, if thing stayed the way they were, on fast-track to the chairman position too. he knew it was corrupt, but he also didn’t necessarily mind. in the more recent chapters, he knows the truth is out, and he seems… content to throw the cards down on the table, so to speak. 

the original one-eyed king is their “taboo”, he literally is the antithesis of their image, and his very existence threatens the washuu’s integrity. i don’t know how it works but i wonder if the oek was like the “bad example” told to children, as some kind of urban legend. idk why he hated the washuu so much, matsuri didn’t divulge that information but honestly u only have to take one look at the family to realise that they are not normal. maybe, like matsuri, he saw the hypocrisy in it and just was like “nah fam, not today” KJHFGKJFDG

BUT YES. if he does ever reappear, i think the washuu would be very… surprised. for all intents and purposes, the original oek is dead and buried, and an example of why they must preserve the outward image — the truth is far worse. quite literally the skeleton in the closet. and i think the oek will be very please to know most of them are dead. he could applaud furuta for that much, but not much else. 

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he’s quite glad about the fact that he has a boy AND a girl. simply because he can spoil them in different ways [ even tho that Matsuri doesn’t want it ]. Stuff like books and games are for both of them normal. More specific stuff like watches/cigars when he’s old enough [ he knows how Matsuri likes them ] or plushies/dresses [ for Yoshiko ], come with time and he couldn’t wait for it to be soon enough.

he’s notorious for trying to animate his children to go out with him and play this or that ‘family game’, usually ending it said thing not happening. some of the investigators quite surely laugh about it, some also pity him, but there’s not a lot he can do. even worse when his own younger brother Kishou also refused to come along, then he pretty much lost and gave up

he’s also known for giving random nicknames to people he’s close to, his favourite ‘victim’ is Itsuki, who had to listen to a plethora of them, before he finally settled on ‘Maru’

when both of his children were younger, he took a lot of time out of his day [ basically vanishing like Arima does in the timeline of the original manga ] whenever he heard from his wife that they would grow restless and would want to have their father. he’s didn’t give any explanation why he vanished, and a lot of the investigators just got used to it - there was no use in holding him back anyway, and Itsuki was already known to take his place

he also managed to sneak them in when they are younger [ moreso, he simply took them around ], having them know about a lot of what was going on in the CCG, and especially underlining both, Matsuri and Yoshiko’s, interest in the science department in leaving them sometimes with some trusted investigators so that they could explore

The same drive that brought him to the Washuu estate, even. A husk of his former self: disheveled, scarred, aged, but alive. They were right --- the death of his father left him vulnerable --- but half-bloods didn’t understand what it meant to carry liquid gold in one’s veins. To be a statue of perseverance, to endure the hardest of times and still come out in one piece. The slaughter of their clan could not keep them down, and it could not keep them apart. 

The burden of the Washuu name was a heavy one, shared only by one other living soul ( living, he had assumed, as she was made of the same unyielding materials ) and as before, they would share that burden once again. When Matsuri pushed open the doors to the home he had grown up in, a home as grand as its inhabitants, there was only one thing on his mind.

the most valid question i have ever been asked JKHGFDKJDFG

furuta loves vines; obnoxious social media trends are literally his thing. as rank 1 investigator, he probably spent a lot of time making vines of his office pranks, usually on kijima who is a little too old to understand why he’s laughing at his phone. when working late and has majority of the office to himself, it only continues. riding around the office on his chair, trying to knock over his polystyrene coffee cups with his discarded reports. you get the idea.

as kichimura, he probably deviates away from vines and actually takes social media more seriously. as he has access to more areas in the ccg, you can only imagine his glee when he sees a ghoul body in the labs. of course his followers have to see him chillin’ and singing to a dead ghoul body. what else could be more appropriate? he doesn’t respect the ccg so exposing its practices under the guise of “humour” is probably the best way to stir up controversy. he wants the eyes on the ccg, even if that is through desensitisation to their murders. he also likes to paint himself as the “fun” bureau chief to the public as if to alleviate the horrors he commits; he is public property and wants to make himself available to them. you’ll catch him talking about how proud he is of the ccg, all the while walking through cochlea whilst the screams of tortured ghouls can be heard in the background. 

★           “Now, where is she?”

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          “…Not now.” The voice softly spoken somewhere from beneath layers of cranny on a large lounge in the middle of the Washuu estate, sounded nearly fading to disregard the urgings of the older male that had come around to get him - to get them - to follow out and along. For the sun was still high in the sky and all the more inviting to use the fresh air and last rays of warmth, before autumn, then winter would strike, and have them much needed stay hidden and closed away from all the ‘hardships’ of a world they sometimes so surely wanted to forget [ laid to rest, like bodies now entangled beneath heavy blankets ].

         Arima himself could sure only smile. A faint little smirk behind his lecture that was the same as his companions, need-be to argue with his father’s sudden whims, and with the desires to drag both of them out for what he seemed to find entertainment [ and Kishou would have agreed, but found it far more amusing like this ].

         He’s trying very hard, indeed. Sudden huff that follows the denial, the rise of arms, bracing against his sides, and a dutifully scolding look [ maybe a bit akin to 'pained’, if he were honest ] would edge itself on chiselled features. Perchance, at least for a bit, he would have to applaud his brother’s acting skills, to try and get his own son to leave that well-needed downtime from learning and training. To get Arima Kishou to accompany seemed like quite an accomplishment to behold [ but was none, he had always been compliant to Matsuri’s wishes ] and would be commented upon with a soft huff and the pleading eyes offering themselves in indignant ‘despair’. “But the weather is wonderful! We could play a game outside, like ball or tennis.” But how to untangle that little conglomerate of adolescents when they seemed so truly unwilling to move?

         How to not regard the chuckle the young investigator would suddenly utter behind highly raised back of spine, with nothing but the mildly puzzled expression of feigned exasperation? It cracked in some way, that very need and desire to have them go out and unwind from mount of softness built for themselves. Both young had come back from training with one another, the very happening, by now, taking place every week, at least just twice.

         And in comparison to the beginning? And since a while - Kishou would stay. Would stay behind due to an unspoken request enveloping them both, filling the halls as spacious rooms with another form of tranquillity so rarely found and received [ for how seldom was it not, that the boys had someone their age around - found themselves so truly understood—? ]. “We are comfortable.” A little bit colder now, a little harsher even. And the next feigned wave of disappointment would roll over the older man’s face, truly 'wounded’ - was he not? But couldn’t argue, that they seemed so truly pleasantly wrapped up.

         Books in hands, they would be found to be the very same. A lecture taken out, to be 'experienced’ together, for before Chika had even entered the room even quiet murmurs of the unfolding story could be heard, now fallen quiet in the few precious seconds it would take to usher Matsuri’s father back out and have him leave them alone [ needed, needed, they wanted to go further, so it seems ]. For the young Reaper’s eyes solely stayed on this or that finely woven word revealing beneath smoke grey colour. He would not continue just yet, but couldn’t help the smirk. Couldn’t help the subconscious gesture of finally laying book opened flat upon his chest, glancing at the back and forth of son and father with mild amusement ever present. “Lazy, aren’t you?” The sound of displeasure, the face to match the very notion.

         “No, just relaxing.”

         Of course, yet what would one not do, to get what was desired the most [ stubborn, they both were so truly stubborn ]. Kishou himself finally moved, twisted and turned a little bit when his incautious movement had upset a little, hidden someone. One that would draw his older brother’s attention, would have him raise an eyebrow in quizzical query. “And you, Kishou?” And even tho said movements were of stark contrast to the usual calm of the CCGs hope - he would ask, would inquire, would at least try to get him to obey [ for sure as much, his own son would as well ]. “I can’t at the moment, maybe later.” Mirthful nearly in his chiming voice.

         So unlike him. If not before those he truly cares for. Truly enjoys a presence from that left him to be one and his own. “You can’t?” Finally to be enough. When a large hand would reach out to the softness of a large blanket, covering both youths whole and leaving them to find comfort on large piece of furniture, comfort they needed from aching, sore muscles and the heavy edge of sparring still in their bones. Arima would let him, would let him lift the veil to see that certain little someone curled up upon the young male’s form.

         Half-asleep, near scolding in her looks with drowsy eyes to 'glare’ up at her father, as much as only possible. “Yes, I can’t. Maybe later.” Maybe later when they decided upon it, when the little girl that finds herself so truly 'upset’ with her sudden reveal, moves to be just a bit [ a little bit at least ] closer to her uncle offering warmth and solace.