continuous series of trifling things

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My muse(s): Kishou Arima (At least on this blog)

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

        He watched without a word as he viewed the visitors to all the many graves. All the motherless kids and orphaned adults. He didn’t even remember where his own mother’s grave was anymore, nor his father’s. Instead, the reaper spent time taking note of the other investigators. The ones that worked harder so the day would pass faster, the ones that visited the field of corpses. 

       Arima never really cared what he was called. Many people - ghoul and human alike - muttered how he didn’t act human. Maybe he was more monster than human but that didn’t soften the sadness he felt for watching the motherless investigators today. 

“How much--

           dust has gathered all these years...?

     Emotionless eyes scanned over reports, reading each one thoroughly. Eventually, he pushed those aside and glanced up at Akira. He could still see her father in her, though it had been years now. He still remembered the funeral and the reports. Another orphaned. 

     He cleared his throat before he began speaking, mostly to get her attention prior to speaking. 

“Would you mind--

Working from bottom to top in the ccg

Saiko - Family ( Mother, Mother’s Love, Brother) (Abusive relationship)

Shirazu - Unknown (Correct me if I’m wrong)

Tooru - Orphaned

Kuki - Father Deceased 

Seidou - Mother and Younger Sister (Status Unknown in :Re)

Akira - Both parents deceased

Koutarou - Orphaned at early age, caregiver ghoul

Juuzou - Kidnapped at young age by Big Madame

Meaning the only one with a possible normal family life in the main group or at least known about their family was

this kid and we see how that turned out for him. 

For the most part, Tooru, Akira, Amon, and Juuzou have lost all of their family. Each of these cases were related to a ghoul (Amon’s caregiver was a ghoul who killed the orphans and Juuzou was kidnapped by a ghoul). Kuki’s father was killed by a ghoul and his mother’s status is unknown. 

Saiko’s family is the only one not necessarily torn up by ghouls but by humans.

(I can’t remember Shirazu’s information. Someone help me here.)

Lesson we can tack from this is that you don’t want to have a family in tokyo ghoul. Because you’re the most messed up then.

     He was trying to find the whereabouts of Shinohara. Despite the man being rather large and high ranking, with such a problem child under his wing, it was slowly growing more and more difficult to locate him. And with a message to relay as soon as possible, it also grew more urgent the more he wandered around questioning people like a detective solving a murder. 

     He stepped into the conference room, hoping to spot Amon or someone among that squad but only finding the part time errand boy. The named slipped him but not the stories behind him and the possible rumor of him being the one leaving an anonymous tip, though that had not been proven as of yet. 

“I’ll have

     There had been a lot of ghoul activity in these parts. Not to mention rumors kept making their way into investigator’s ears, leading to more investigators in these parts. And Arima was just another in the group that was transferred here. Now he spent little time actually investigating and more time cleaning up lose ends and killing suspects that have been discovered. 

     There was likely still blood on him - though no one commented on it - as he passed through the threshold of the book store. His black and gold brief case at his side per the usual as his free hand would trace the spines of the books. His mind seemed to be more focused on the books than his surroundings because it took him a moment to realize another person was in the aisle with him. 

    He bowed his head slightly and stepped back in case the snow white haired male wished to take a look himself. 

“My apologizes....