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Warning: There will be intestines in this prologue. Things will likely get more graphic later on, because this is a crossover of Akame ga Kill and Tokyo Ghoul... I don't know what else you'd expect. Hence the rating. Plus I'm having another go of Corpse Party and you cannot have Corpse Party without intestines.
Prologue: Blood in the Fire
He liked to think he was a simple guy. A few times a day he would prepare coffee for the lady of the house, fellow servants and guests. During the day he usually had a few minor tasks to do but it was mostly just coffee. When he had the time there was always books to be read. Of course, that wasn't all he did. There were times where he'd meet up with his childhood friend at a cafe.
There was also the slightly odd relationship he had with the lady of the house. Rize Kamishiro was the wealthy young woman he served. Like himself she enjoyed reading books and they'd often sit to talk about recent reads. Since she often had work to do however, she asked him for recommendations given their similar tastes in books. As far as what she did for work however, well, it wasn't really something he needed to know.
Why would anyone want to know? Whenever someone asked her they usually ended up missing or fired within the following month. Was it a dangerous place to work? Only if you upset the lady. She did know where everyone lived after all, the staff quarters wasn't exactly hard to find. It had never been worrying for him because he kept to the routine.
So, simple guy that's often overlooked. It had never been any different... until that one night, anyways.
It had all started with a fire in the middle of the night. No one knew what happened but the main house had caught fire and was quickly spreading to the rest of the land that belonged to Rize Kamishiro. They all knew the lady of the house had to be dead, she had been sleeping by the time they all retired for the night. There was no doubt they'd be following her soon. The fire had surrounded the building they were in.
Apparently, someone wanted to make sure they all died as well. He'd come with a strange, almost club-like weapon. Screams and cries of agony reached out into the night. By the time the fire had started to consume the building, there was almost no one left for it to kill.
The walls that had once been white and decorated with paintings and hall lamps seemed like a far off dream. Hall lamps were now decorated with severed limbs and intestines. Paintings were either shredded or repainted with blood. Walls were splintering and, much like the paintings, were repainted with spattered blood. There were even dents in the wall where people had been slammed.
Once beautiful, clean windows were now broken. The bodies of some had almost been cut in half and were now hanging over the broken windows. One of the doors had been slammed on one poor soul's neck so hard they'd been beheaded. Blood that wasn't on the walls or ceiling had formed a river on the once light blue carpeting and caused a sickening squelching sound with every step taken. Most bodies left were along the edges of the hall, among them the few left to die.
As the flames closed in and started to consume the building and flesh of the dead and dying began to blister from the heat, another figure entered. Whoever it was didn't seem to notice the heat or mind the scene before him. He walked right past the dead like they weren't there and only ever paused when he came across one of the dying, only to frown in disappointment and continue on. The man acted as if the bloody scene before him was a store. Not even paying mind to the terrible scent of burning flesh.
Finally, the man seemed to find what he was looking for as he stopped before one of the people still alive. A grin spread across his face. "Ken Kaneki, I believe."
The person he stopped by was male, in his late teens. He had gray eyes and black hair and wore a simple white shirt with some black slacks. Or at least the shirt had been white, it was covered in blood stains, particularly stemming from the gaping hole around where a kidney should be. Blood was dripping from his mouth and down his chin. Despite this however, he was in better condition than anyone else, dead or alive, aside from the man looking down at him.
He'd blacked out not long after the strange man that had known his name came. When he awoke, it was to the griping of a doctor. Honestly, he'd thought he would die of blood loss and smoke inhalation. Apparently he wasn't supposed to die that night, which left him with a sense of guilt. Everyone else was dead, how was it he was the one that managed to survive? There had never been anything special about him until that night.
The doctor taking care of him now hadn't been the first to treat him. There had been another doctor that had saved his life, after doing so he had handed Kaneki off to the current doctor. Who hadn't even caught the name of the first. Which came across as a bit suspicious to the survivor. Especially since he should've been dead.
There had been a hole where the kidney was. A hole. Now there wasn't even a scar to prove it when it had only been a week since the fire.
Kaneki had avoided mentioning the severity of his injuries to the current doctor. That would lead to questions no one but the first doctor could answer. So, as soon as the current doctor gave his seal of approval, he had left after being told what had happened. Or what had supposedly happened anyways. It was hard to be sure what to believe.
Official story was that Miss Rize had been targeted by Night Raid, along with her servants. Most dead before being burned by the fire. From the sounds of it, everyone thought poorly of Night Raid, more so now for targeting the kind and innocent Rize Kamishiro. It did kind of fit the assassins that operated in the dead of night, being able to take out a large number of people in a relatively small time frame. There wasn't any actual proof, but who else would kill Rize with the kind of connections she had?
At any rate, it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He was just the coffee and books guy, simply put.
Speaking of coffee, he hadn't had much of anything since waking up. The food doctor number two had given him had been far from satisfactory. It hadn't tasted the best, it also hadn't been very filling. Right about now he felt like he was starving actually. Which brought to mind several problems.
How was he supposed to afford food now that he was out of the job and all of his earnings were likely burnt to ashes? Where was he going to live now that his home, like his earnings, was burnt to the ground? Didn't he have to pay for being treated? Actually, aside from the clothes the doctor had been kind enough to give him, there was nothing in his possession.
In the end, he'd decided to visit the remains of the Kamishiro estate to see if any of his possessions had survived the fire.
It was a choice he would later come to regret doing.
If any of the gardeners had survived, they'd be crying. Finely trimmed hedges and topiaries were little more than twigs now. There was no grass to speak of, just charred ground. Ash had gathered around the decorative rocks. The once clear pond water was murky and looked almost poisonous on its own now. However, by some miracle the prized red spider lilies around the edges of the pond had survived. No doubt they'd take over the land if no one managed them. How fitting seeing as in the language of flowers they meant "never to meet again."
The main house had completely collapsed in the fire. Had Rize been alive at the time of collapse, she would've been buried alive. Hopefully she'd been killed in her sleep, at least then she wouldn't have to suffer with a chunk of wood in her abdomen until death took her away. It was doubtful that her body could or would be recovered. To his knowledge she had no family that would demand a body.
Miraculously, the staff quarters was still standing, although it didn't look like it would last for much longer. He could still see a body hanging out of a second floor window. The building that had once been white was now charred black and it creaked whenever a breeze came through. Oddly enough there was a good smell coming from the building.
He braced himself before entering the building. Even so, he cringed a little bit.
Despite the fire coming through one could still make out the blood, now dry and slightly, sickeningly crunchy underfoot. Deciding it was best if he didn't stop to observe his surroundings he made a beeline for what had been his room. At least it was on the first floor, stairs seemed like pushing his luck more than he already was.
There was only half a door for his room now, broken down the middle with one half on the floor and the other half hanging by the hinges. Well, it would seem the unlocked door had put up a fight. Aside from the broken door, it looked like the fire had reached into his room and did its best to get everything. In other words, scavenging something from his room would be a futile effort.
His stomach voiced its dislike of the finding.
That smell wasn't helping. Shouldn't it smell bad with all the burnt and rotting corpses?
Well... it did smell good. If nothing else he might be able to find something to eat.
"Eat."
His hands were shaking, covered in blood. The previous events hadn't been his doing... or at least they weren't exactly his doing. He'd seen it all, but he hadn't been in control of his body. It was like he'd been operating on some instinct that had never been there before. Like someone else had taken control. Which only made things worse in his mind.
Both the blood on his hands and the blood around his mouth was not his own. It had all come from the arm he'd dropped on the floor. An arm that had been more than just and arm when he first got there.
Had he really...?
Did he...?
Eat...?
Had he really just eaten a dead man?
Since when was he a... cannibal?
Okay, after reading both the Tokyo Ghoul and Akame ga Kill manga in a week, this wrote itself. I have a serious idea bug that cannot be shaken.
Alright, this fanfic takes place in Akame ga Kill but some elements and characters from Tokyo Ghoul have been added. This is starting up a couple months before Tatsumi comes along.
Questions? Concerns? Pretty sure the first couple chapters will explain a few things, but just to make sure, review or send me a PM with anything that needs answers and I'll try to answer in-story. There is a plan set but don't expect me to hand out any major spoilers for this story. I will try not to bite when you guys ask.
