Tsukiyama Shuu observed the new tenant to the building covertly from the garden. He was short, only around five foot six, and absolutely beautiful. He walked with measured grace and well contained power, beautifully counteracted by a downturned face and thick book clutched protectively in front of him. The short boy was clearly uncomfortable, as neighborhood members that passed by gave him looks and gossiped about the new tenant in the high class manor. His eyes, only visible behind snowy white bangs when he lifted his head to speak briefly with the movers, were a soft misty grey, barely meeting the eyes of those he spoke too, with faint bruised purple rings underneath them, standing out against porcelain skin, and countered by sooty dark eyelashes. He was, in a word, beautiful. Tsukiyama wanted him.
Tsukiyama himself was also beautiful, all long limbs and elegant movements. His gestures were expansive and graceful, and facial features were perfectly proportioned. Had he decided to, Tsukiyama could have been a model. Of course there was no need for any kind of work, considering his family, but he took a job, one that only he and a select few could serve. Tsukiyama served as an secret service agent for a tenant in the high class apartment building that the boy was moving into. He would, in fact be this boys own personal SS. The apartment building had very strict standards for entry. The first of which is large amounts of money, and family influence. The second was slightly more unorthodox. Every tenant in the building contained yokai blood, and through that, power, to an extent. The stronger were given the option to act as secret service people to the weaker tenants for a substantial salary.
Tsukiyama and the Tsukiyama family in and of itself, carried the blood of a kitsune, which had had a child with some ancestor of his generations in the past. Generally those families that passed on yokai blood tended to become prosperous and wealthy, and every generation a new incarnation of the demons power was reborn. The new tenant would be no different, and based on the aura of power he exuded from his small frame, his was of substantial relevance. Tsukiyama felt warmth running through his body as he feasted his eyes on the little creature before him. Being beautiful himself, Tsukiyama tended to crave others that matched that, and this boy certainly did. He was as mysterious and powerful as the new moon and Tsukiyama could already tell that he would be more interesting than anyone else he had ever had the pleasure to be with. A sly grin curled across his face as he imagined the boy, nude and flushed underneath him. What Tsukiyama wanted, he got. Seeing the boy begin to head into the building to begin unpacking, he decided to make his acquaintance.
Approaching the previously vacant room at a leisurely pace, so at odds with his own anticipation, Tsukiyama raised a fist to knock delicately at the door, when it opened before him. The boys soft grey eyes turned upwards to look at him, face kept carefully blank, but through the veil Tsukiyama could see a hint of uncertainty. Perhaps the boy was a little bit awkward? How cute. He adjusted the reading glasses perched on a delicately upturned nose and finally spoke in a soft, scholarly tone.
"Yes? Did you need something sir?" He cocked his head, rustling the soft white locks atop his head and making Tsukiyama want to run his hands through them. He quickly cleared his mind of such thoughts and threw on his most charming smile.
"Yes, you see I am the SS agent appointed to this apartment, and I had hoped to make your acquaintance!" He said, radiating false exuberance.
"Oh, I do remember hearing something along those lines. Would you like to come in then?" The boy flushed slightly as he stepped aside to let Tsukiyama into the bare apartment. "I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer you at the moment because I just moved in," he said, turning his head awkwardly.
"Non, non my friend, it is my fault for imposing," said Tsukiyama, making wide flourishing gestures with his hands. "I merely wished to meet the one who's life I would be defending. I am Tsukiyama Shuu, and you are?"
"Kaneki Ken. It is nice to meet you Tsukiyama-san. However you seem to not have received the instructions regarding me," Tsukiyama glanced down in surprise at those words, surprised to see a hint of steel in the set of the boys jaw and in his grey eyes. "I am strong enough to defend myself, too strong. My SS would have to accompany me, assist me should danger appear, and put me down should I lose control of myself." He said those words so icily that Tsukiyama examined his face carefully to make sure that it was the same gentle boy he had met mere minutes ago.
After a brief hesitation, Tsukiyama responded "as you wish, Kaneki-kun. I shall act as your sword, be it for protection, or... Otherwise. Is it alright if I call you Kaneki-kun?" He left the inquiry as to an explanation for the unusual orders unspoken, and Kaneki did the same with the answer, instead answering the spoken question, once again in gentle quiet tones.
"You can call me whatever you like Tsukiyama-San." He turned away slightly now, offering a slightly apologetic smile to Tsukiyama, which of course was breathtakingly attractive on his face. Tsukiyama fought back another wave of desire at the sight of a new expression, and focused on the words being spoken.
"I need to unpack, and I am sure you have things to get to, Tsukiyama-san. It was nice to make your acquaintance."
Tsukiyama hesitated, wanting to prolong his contact with his newest infatuation. "Perhaps I could assist you, then?"
Kaneki looked startled, and his slender, bony fingers came up to tug at his bangs almost on reflex.
"If you want to, I would appreciate it. Once we find the kettle and cups I can make you tea like a proper host." A smile still lingered faintly on his face, a light flush across his cheekbones as he turned to pull a box from the top of the stack. Tsukiyama followed eagerly, and as they unloaded he bumped shoulders, brushed fingers, and just in general attempted to achieve as much contact with the smaller man as was possible without being considered discourteous. Chatter filled the air, mostly Tsukiyama, with Kaneki answering any direct questions towards him. The only time Kaneki became truly animated was when Tsukiyama unearthed a box of old horror novels, each thick enough to act as a doorstop and well worn from many read throughs.
Seeing that it was his books that held much of Kanekis interest, that was what Tsukiyama kept the conversation on once they found the kettle and cups. Through some gentle nudging, he got Kaneki to reveal that he would be attending university as literature major, and also got to see a beautiful range of facial expressions, each more enticing than the next, and even heard part of a laugh, quickly stifled, but iridescent and tinkling enough to make Tsukiyama stare.
When Tsukiyama left the apartment, well into the evening to head back to his own, he was well and truly infatuated. If he had wanted Kaneki before, now he absolutely had to have him, and what Tsukiyama wanted, Tsukiyama got.
A/N: So this au is based largely on the anime Inu x Boku SS. All of the characters will be Tokyo ghoul though. I have been sucked into the black hole of shuuneki. Please leave me feedback, it would make me very happy. I'm not sure if I was able to characterize them properly so if it seems wrong please say so.