I do not own anything you recognise as part of the Tokyo Ghoul series, only my imagination and my own ideas.
Why should I care? He's just one ghoul. Just one. I've seen many more die before me, so why was this one different? I sat in the shadow and stiffened as I saw him get stabbed through the head, straight through. Disgusting. I was always told, the weakest ghouls were of no help, only the strongest will survive. Only the strongest. That's what I became. I became the strongest ghoul. I watched the dove as he stabbed his victim again. I winced. I wasn't supposed to have a heart this weak, this open…this vulnerable. I closed my eyes and listened to the ghoul cry out in pain, I listened to his slowing heartbeat. This was my life…but…if I let this one die…this one ghoul that I felt vulnerable to…was my life worth living? My eyes shot open and I leapt forward out of the shadows. Since when did anyone tell me the truth? Since when was nothing a lie? Since when did my life truly matter? This ghoul had someone; this was why he was fighting. Not for food. Not for fun. For someone. I released my rinkaku and stabbed the dove through the stomach. I didn't bother with my mask, there was no point, I already had my back to him. I scooped up the damaged ghoul and leapt out of reach of reality. Out of reach of pain. Out of reach of doves.
This was me.
This was really me, I thought as I ran home with a dying a ghoul and a shattered frame of mind.
This was the Serenade.
SSS rank ghoul.
'DECEASED'
This is the teaser of a story that has been in my head for ages, hope you can continue reading~!
I wish that you could you always stay/ We can wait right here and play/ Until somehow you can find/ A slightly better frame of mind