Hello Internet! This is my first Tokyo Ghoul story, and I really hope that you all enjoy it! Please bear with me on the updates, I'm usually really bad with updating but I am really into this story so I'll try to keep to a decent schedule. Enjoy!

I do not own Tokyo Ghoul or its characters, Sui Ishida does.


"Anita-chan, when will your plane be arriving? I need to know if I'll have time to book a hotel before coming to pick you up."

"Um, I'm not sure, Hana. I think we still have two hours left, so I guess that'll give ya' 'nough time."

"Ah, good. Remember, when you arrive, go to Gate C. I'll be holding up a sign with my last name."

"Yoko?" The voice on the other end giggled, her voice slurring before correcting me.

"Yomo, Anita-chan. It'll be Yomo. I have to go now. Please stay safe! I can't wait to see you again!" The call ended with Hana hanging up on me.

A sigh escaped my lips, my anxiety trying to escape with it. The international trips that I took were usually right over the border, never had I gone across the seas. Still, I could barely contain my anticipation long enough knowing that I was going finally going to meet an old friend.

Hana and I became friends after she came to school in America as an exchange program. It was back in the start of middle school, but she had left that following year as she returned to Japan. We both kept in touch online, and after graduating high school, she and I finally have time to see each other. I was surprised at how eager she wanted me to come, always asking if I was going to visit her for summer vacation. Imagine her happiness when I surprised her with a copy of the plane ticket receipts.

I have a vague idea of what Hana looked like, but the years have worn down my memory. After all, she probably won't look like a little middle school student at age 19 now. She had bright hair, an odd crimson red that she claims to be natural. Hana was petite back then, short and thin as she told me people compared her to a doll. I could never remember the colour of her eyes, and I don't think she ever answered me when I asked about what she looked like.

Of course I had sent her pictures when she asked for them, and she even mentioned keeping them in a special folder as I developed and grew. I went through a bunch of styles and she has them all in her computer. You can tell that's one thing I'm not so big on. God, back then I gave myself a perm. Although recently I haven't sent her a picture, it's been about a year now and I have drastically changed my appearance again.

Much to my peers' dismay, I gave myself a side cut, letting the rest of my brown curls fall loosely against my right side. I was going through an awkward goth phase a while ago, and although it's sometimes incorporated into my current style, I've transitioned to a more casual fashion sense. Often times it's just legging with boots and a black suit vest with a long-sleeved shirt underneath. I don't know what Hana is expecting, but hopefully she'll be okay with my look.

The slight turbulence outside made the lane shake a bit, not violently but enough to make my body bump into the wall. It triggered a sharp pain in the shoulder, hitting a recent needle mark from earlier today. My shoulder turned soar, staying that way because of the size of the needle. Gently covering the area with my hand, I leaned back into my seat and pulled through the discomfort.

The shots were normal for foreigners coming into a country for the first time, it was to prevent diseases, I think. But this one was different. They gave us the same reason for the shots but the serum was different. It could've been mistaken for blood but it was as thin as water when they put it in us. The American Government was always big on keeping secrets, so I'd rather not stress out about it that much. Still, you can never help but wonder if what they keep from us helps or harms.


The plane skidded to a stop as we had finally touched down at the airport. Before they did the normal routine of getting everyone out of their seats safely, the flight attendants asked if this was anyone's first trip to Japan. I raised my hand, along with a few others, and had been asked to stay for a few minutes. The captain emerged from the cockpit to personally tell us the announcement, speaking clearly like he had done this a million times.

"We ask all of you to be absolutely sure that you are safe. Only visit government approved locations, and stay away from the more dangerous wards. If possible, travel in a group, such as right now when you get off. If approached by anyone that seems a bit off, there should be a CCG member or office in close vicinity at all times. If you would rather have an escort throughout your trip, do not hesitate to ask for one. In fact, it is recommended that you do so. You will be given more information on emergency contact services as you get off. Have a safe stay."

A bit more concerned than the average pilot would be, but maybe it was routine to remind tourists of the dangers in every country.

The crew permitted us to leave, meeting us at the exit and handing us a pamphlet they promised. Something that caught my eye was that one of the organisations mentioned, the CCG, didn't have the much information about it. Not even what the initials stood for. All that was there was a number to contact. It was strange how much caution was needed in this country, but it seemed so serious, there was no way to disobey them.

Like a horde, the other tourists and I traveled together silently, a bit spooked from the announcement. Still, we were all excited to be visiting a new place, we can't let worry dampen our fun. Eventually, we separated and went to our respective meeting points and Gates. As one of us left, it was like we silently bid them farewell and good luck.

When I turned the corner, I was in the section where the shops and restaurants were. Coffee shops, in and out stores, gift shops, everything was here. I considered stopping by a tiny restaurant that only a few people worked in and ate in. I decided against it, knowing that I would take long and keep Hana waiting. Maybe when I go back home I'll try the food out.

At the end of the hall, a sign declaring Gate C stood out to me, along with the baggage claim section. I chose to search for Hana first, looking around for a petite red-headed girl holding a sign. Almost as if he appeared before me, a tall man caught my eye, a trench coat that covered most of his body and even parts of his face. The most noticeable thing about him was the YOMO sign he was holding in his hands.

I must've caught his eye too, but my eyes widened when we made contact. I looked away instantly, trying to look like I was searching for someone else. He was so intimidating, there was no way this was who I was meeting. Maybe I was catfished and stuck in a country with an enormous, terrifying man instead of the small girl I was talking to over the internet.

"I wonder if I can catch a flight back home." I murmured aloud, worrying that somehow the man would catch me.

"Anita-chan!" The voice from over the phone called for me.

I turned back to search for them, but instead found that tall man standing right in front of me, still holding the sign as if he needed me to acknowledge it. I stared up at them before registering the close proximity between us, jumping back in surprise. Before I could apologise, I noted a small speck of red poking out from behind him.

The figure emerged from behind him, revealing a short, petite woman with crimson red hair. It was kept short, messy locks reaching her neck as choppy bangs completely covered her eyes. She wore a knitted pink sweater with a green plaid skirts and tights to match it. She stood up on her toes as she tried to meet my eye level, hands clasped together and resting against her cheek as she looked at me with admiration.

"Anita-chan! It's so nice to finally see you!"

"Hana?" I cocked an eyebrow in disbelief, before finally recognizing her and enveloping her into a big hug. She returned it eagerly, giggling at the same time. "I can't believe it's really you!"

She released me and grinned brightly, then turning to the tall man and grabbing his hand, pulling him towards me. His expression was emotionless, eyes drooped, lips pressed together in a fine line, his cold stare made me uncomfortable. And he must've been, too, considering the way that Hana was holding him.

"This is my cousin, Renji-kun! You'll be seeing a lot of him since I never leave his side!" She snuggled into his arm, practically purring like a cat. It was a bit odd how intimate they were together, or rather, how intimate she was with him.

My brow furrowed curiously as I stared up at him, taking in his intimidating and almost hostile figure. She never talked much about her family but would otherwise tell me at least a little bit about them. It was a shock to find out about this man, considering that she never told me anything about a cousin of hers. Once again I locked eyes with him, but I was more comfortable now that Hana was around. My gaze shifted back down to her.

"Y'never told me ya' had a cousin." I tried not to sound skeptical as to not offend the two so early in my trip. Her grin never faltered, in fact it seemed like it grew as she let go of her cousin and turned her full attention to me.

"Well, we had just recently made the discovery about a few weeks ago. Turns out that a lot of our similarities were genetic traits, and our families have been a little bit split which explains why we never knew before. I'll tell you the whole story later," She waved it off before turning back to her cousin, cheekily smiling at him as he tried to hold back a grimace. "I'm just lucky that Renji-kun hasn't gotten tired of me yet!"

I nodded in amusement, and as she said, I was going to have to get used to seeing him around. My hand extended out to him as I tried to muster up a genuine grin, but he was still so serious, it felt inappropriate to smile. He quickly glanced at my hand then back at me, extending his own hand and connecting it with mine. A strong grip, but not too tight of a grip.

"Please just call me Yomo." His voice was monotone but clear as he almost made a demand. He wanted to be formal, which is reasonable sense he isn't familiar with me yet.

"I'm Anita Brujo, but Anita is fine. It's nice meeting you." I let go of his large hand, his warmth still lingering on my skin as I stuffed my hand into my vest pocket.

Hana linked her arm with my own, pressing her body against me as if she was still confirming my presence. I thought it was cute, the way she was already so comfortable around me. Knowing well that I could physically touch my once virtual friend brought a smile to my face, but a soft one in comparison to her toothy grin. Hana leaned her head against my shoulder, her grip tightening just a bit as she began pulling me towards the baggage claim area.

"Come on, Anita-chan! Let's get your stuff so we have time to get settled in." She turned her head back, stopping abruptly and waiting for her cousin to catch up. "Hurry up, Renji-kun! I wanted us to stop by the coffee shop before checking into the hotel." Hana turned back to me, her grin still perfectly placed on her lips.

"Renji-kun makes the best coffee! I'm sure you'll love the café!"


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