A/N: So first Tokyo Ghoul fic. Watched the anime and loved it. I didn't want to write a full blown fic since this is a back up account (I locked myself out of my original one) and have other works to be completed. If I'm still up for it, there will be a second/ final chapter to this that will have a lemon. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Goodnight and Go

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The air was lit with tension, thick with the sickeningly sweet stench of human flesh and blood. She inhaled deeply as she watched the man before her struggle, chained tightly to a chair. She watched him, with mild interest, struggle for a moment longer, a groan of frustration escaping his lips before she took a step forward.

"Detective Amon." Her voice was as cool as ice, yet softer than velvet. "I have no intentions of hurting you."

"Says the ghoul that abducted me and chained me up!" The man bit back bitterly. "I swear to god when I get free I'm going to-"

"Now, now, there's no need for violence. I just want to talk."

"I have nothing to say to your kind, you filth."

Amon stopped his struggling when he felt a pair of hands along the length of his face. He froze, unsure of what the ghoul's true motives were. But nimble fingers worked slowly to untie the rag that covered his eyes. Eyes the shade of a rich chocolate blinked slowly, adjusting to the poor lighting, before scanning the small room. He had a decent idea of the layout of the place. After regaining consciousness, he'd heard boat horns off into the distance meaning they were in one of the many abandoned buildings that littered the ship channel. The air was heavy with a mixture of mildew and rust, and there were no windows. Just walls of cracking stone where trickles of water leaked in. There was no way for him to know what time of day it was, or how long he had been out before coming to. Aside from the single chair he himself was bound to, there was nothing else inside the room except for the hanging light bulb and her.

She looked more human than ghoul, clothed in an off the shoulder gown. Antique laces, vintage appliqués, pearls, brooches- she looked like she was carved out of an ancient painting. Hair pinker than candy sprang from her scalp and hung in tight, corkscrew curls down her back. In contrast to her chocolate skin, her eyes shown just a bright as her hair in the dim room- large and innocent, a stunning combination to say the least. He'd crossed paths with his fair share of ghouls in the past but she was by far the best one yet. She was small and petite, her expression kind as silence spoke for her.

"What do you want?" Amon asked after some time had passed. He figured she would've killed him already if she wanted to, though the thought never left his mind. He'd long since realized she had the upper hand, so he supposed he might as well play along until he found a way to free himself.

"I want to know about Kusaba," She said. "I want to know how he died."

The detective tensed visibly at the mentioning of the other man. "How do you know him?" Amon demanded.

"He and I grew up together," Replied the ghoul.

"You lie."

"I don't," Her once kind expression grew hurt. "Kusaba was my dear friend and someone I cared about."

"Ghouls are incapable of caring, of-"

"Of what? Feeling pain? Anger? Are we just mindless killers? Don't you think if we could live another way we would? Not all ghouls are like that!"

Amon scoffed at the outburst, cutting his eyes away from her.

"We hurt, we mourn, we feel, and we love. We have families and friends, lives… Kusaba and I went to the same schools, had the same friends, and no harm came to him on my account. It broke my heart to hear that he'd been killed by a ghoul. And I thought… maybe I could've saved him had I been there…"

"Am I supposed to believe that?"

She was taken aback by the sudden harshness in the man's voice.

"Am I to believe that a ghoul, a…a monster that has killed countless humans, has a heart? That actually cared about the well being of someone who was part of the very task force put together to destroy their kind? How stupid do you think I am?"

"I am no monster," She defended. "I live the only way I know how, is that not the same as what you do?"

"I don't go around killing for sport."

"But you do kill without thought. A ghoul is a ghoul in your eyes. To you, we have no families, no reason to exist. That is not right."

"And do you consider that when you kill humans? Do you consider their families and loved ones? Do you consider the lives they have? Don't preach to mean about right and wrong when you've killed hundreds of humans."

"And you've killed thousands of us!" She said. "Love has no race… love is love… I loved Kusaba… am I wrong to have love?"

Amon grew silent, watching her closely. After a moment of staring at the floor, her gown pooling on the stone at her feet, her eyes lifted to his once more. Her expression softened once again.

"I see why he looked up to you," She said. "You're very likeable, sympathetic, and you have a great sense of justice." When he said nothing, she continued. "He spoke very highly of you every chance he got, he loved working with you."

"What is your name?" Amon inquired.

"How rude of me, my name is Kirimi." Her lips curved into a small, bashful smile. "And it's great to finally meet you Koutarou Amon."

Amon, now that he thought about it, heard the name before. Many times before, in fact. He and the others thought Kusaba was a love struck fool the way he spoke of the pinkette, but no one, not even he himself, bothered to ask about her. Kusaba just spoke so freely about her there was simply no need to. He adored her just as much as she adored him, their friendship- her lie. At the end of the day she was still a ghoul.

At the end of the day Kusaba had still been killed by one.

Before Amon realized it Kirimi had closed much of the space, if not all of it, that stood between them. Her hands were soft, gentle, as they cupped his face. "Something terrible must have happened to you to make you hate us so much." Her voice came out as a hushed whisper. "Let me help you see that not all of us are bad…"

She brought her face closer to his. "Let me show you that we can love just like humans do."