Summary: Monsters, Cannibles, Ghouls, no matter what you call them they aren't a fun thing to meet. Whether they are human, or demon doesn't matter, coming face to face with one can mean certain death. (THIS HAS BOTHING TO DO WITH THE ORIGINAL TOKYO GHOUL STORY. But same world) I own nothing but the plot.


Raven dashed through the back alleys of Tokyo, hunting had been getting more dangerous since the Doves had moved in. They had noticed the active ghouls were increasing in this area and it was annoying.

Raven didn't like having to do what he did but he had no choice if he was going to help his family stay alive, so he did the best he could by killing killers. Gang members, ruthless hearts, kidnappers, the like. The only ones that tasted really bad were the ones that did drugs or drink. Awful taste.

Raven heard a muffled thud just a little off from his location and decided to check it out. Upon getting there, he sees a group of 3 men surrounding a women.

"Give us all you got! Or we kill ya" the guy was the second tallest out of the group and the presumed leader, he was kind of ugly.

"I-I don't have anything please, don't kill me! I-I" The poor women was stuttering, sure he wasn't one for women but he couldn't help but think she was at least attractive in her own right.

"No money? Then give us your jewelry!" The leader again.

"Stupid she has no jewels on! Dey all fake!" The tallest one spoke with a strange accent, possibly from somewhere in America.

"P-please! I-I'll I'll give you money! I just have to go home and get it, please!" That was the dumbest thing he's heard in awhile.

"You can't get out of this babe!" The leader stepped closer to the shaking women, knife falling into his hand.

"She doesn't have anything boss." The short one.

"Oh but she's such a beautiful lady, I could just dig in and eat her all up!" Unless they were ghouls, which was clearly not the case, that wasn't possible.

"GOOD IDEA BOSS!" The short man reached into his pocket.

The leader gets closer to the women with the knife held tightly, ruthless hearts it is. The women started crying, he should have stopped them sooner she didn't deserve to feel like that. Darting out of the shadows, he catches the shorter one by the neck, hearing an easy snap, Raven realizes too late he gave the jerk a swift death when the guy didn't deserve it.

The other two men had yet to even open their mouths when he had stabbed them with his Kagune, the tallest one struggled with his knife to stab Raven's new appendage before the wound through his chest finally took its toll and he fell limp. The leader was struggling more, grunting, pushing, and even trying to stab him to get away, yelling and in general causing a ruckus. Raven realized that he had missed the guys heart in his haste to impale the taller one who had been farther away from him, with a heavy sigh he twisted his Kagune through the man's chest as little as possible before the guy finally stopped struggling.

With the 3 men dead and dangling forms dripping with blood, Raven could only hope the woman was alright and wouldn't panic. Slowly he looked to where she sat against the wall to see her heavily slouched over and breathing gently. She must have passed out at some point, it was better than having to deal with a strangers panic attack.

Raven drops the men on the ground with a thud and tucks away his semi-wings before picking up the women bridal style. A quick glance around the corner and down the street confirms that they are still empty, moving much quicker, as not to be seen, he stops only to place the women down in front of hotel before disappearing once more down the alley.

Letting his semi-wings come out once more he used the 2 on his back to pick the largest of the men up before grabbing the other two in his arms, it was going to be a long trek back home trying not to be spotted but the sewers were usually empty of life.


Honestly im not happy with how this was written, but it's been sitting in my stuff wasting away I wrote it so long ago. Whatever, I'm too lazy to change it so, sorry. Look forward to a style change in writing next chapter.