Hello everyone! I'm back again with a quick but gory story. I've gotten really into Tokyo Ghoul recently and I just had to write a fanfiction about it. There is a non-fanfiction version of this story on if you are interested in reading it.

WARNINGS! Gore, yaoi, slight OCCness from Kaneki

I do not own Tokyo Ghoul.

The stench of evil deeds filled the air. It seemed to cling to everything, not letting anything go from its grasp. A weak gurgle seemed to echo in the room, followed by an ominous chuckle.

"Are you alright?" Tsukiyama asked. He received a weak cry of pain in response.

"Is the pain too much to handle?" The human beneath him nodded, his tear stained cheeks glistening in the overhead light. Tsukiyama reached to pat his cheek, giving it a pinch like a mother would do to her child if her child had pudgy cheeks.

"Don't worry. It will be all over soon and you can enjoy being one of my many creations." Something about Tsukiyama's tone of voice terrified the human for he started thrashing around to and fro, trying to escape his bonds. With a sigh, Tsukiyama grabs a needle from the table next to him and oh so gently injects the human. Within a few moments the human's thrashing ceased and he looks up at Tsukiyama with wide, dreadful eyes.

"You will look splendid once I'm done with you." Putting the needle back onto the table, he grabbed a scalpel looking at it with a wild gleam in his eyes. Oh so gently he started to carve into his masterpiece. The sounds of screams fell on death ears as Tsukiyama, no, more like The Artist, did his work. Flesh was pulled back, revealing pearly white bones. He tossed bits of flesh into his mouth whenever he felt like it, savoring the taste. Insides that had never seen the outside world seeing it for the first time. The screams soon died out. He checked to make sure his masterpiece was still alive and once satisfied that he had just passed out from the pain, went back to his work.

This is the moment he lived for.

He lived for the feeling of life beneath his fingertips. For the shallow breaths that could stop at an instant by his command.

The sound of a door opening reached Tsukiyama's ears but he ignored them in favor of grabbing the bone saw.

"Are you done with your work?" He looks up from his masterpiece and smiles a gentle smile. His lover, his life partner Kaneki, stood with his hands crossed in front of his chest, observing him doing his work.

"I won't be done for quite some time but you can watch." With a nod, Kaneki pulled up a chair, observing the work that he had already done on his masterpiece.

"It's beautiful."

"It's not as beautiful as the first time you let me examine your organs." Tsukiyama vividly remembered that day. The day his lover gave him the privilege to explore his insides. It was a sight. None of his other masterpieces could compare to just how wonderfully, spectacularly, undeniably beautiful Kaneki's insides were. It was like feasting on the finest of wines.

"You always say that but I don't believe you." Quickly, Tsukiyama turned towards his lover, his blood stained hands reaching out towards his face to cradle his head. Drawing him in for a kiss, he let their lips meet in sweet union, his love for his lover spilling out of him in waves. His lover's mismatched eyes started back into his.

This was the moment he lived for.

"Believe me when I say you will be the only one whose insides made me weak to my knees with pleasure." Kaneki smiled into their kiss, love radiating off of him. They stayed like that for some time, simply basking in each other's presence. Oh so gently, Tsukiyama bit into Kaneki's bottom lips, drawing blood into his mouth as he did so. A groan of pain drew the two lovers out of the intimate moment and with a heavy sigh, Tsukiyama turned back to his masterpiece.

"Can I help you with this one? I want to eat something with you for once." Asked Kaneki. Without a word, Tsukiyama handed his lover a scalpel. Kaneki looks at the scalpel for a second before plunging it into the human. Instantly the human starts screaming, trying to get away from the pain.

"You look so beautiful giving into your urges." Kaneki smiled back at him before he dragged the scalpel towards himself, splitting the masterpieces face in half. Together, Tsukiyama and Kaneki worked, reveling in their love and passion and the death that they had both created in the small little room of theirs.

This was the moment he lived for.

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