Disclaimer- None of these characters belong to me since I'm not that creative or a master at storytelling like Ishida. Therefore just consider me borrowing them for a small tale into the darker portions of the manga involving characters' losing themselves.
Prologue- Premonitions of wicked things to come
This couldn't be happening.
This wasn't right.
How could something that should have been a wonderful reencounter turn into something so wrong? So nightmarish?
The blonde haired woman felt sweat drip down her cheeks- or was it tears- the droplets fell on the pale hand clenching her throat aggressively.
Her feverish face was taken aback by the foul odor emitted from the figure's breath. The figure holding her life in his hands was like a puppeteer bending the strings of a doll. If he held the string too tight the doll would fall due to the pressure. If he dug his fingers into her windpipe harder she would fall similarly to that figurative doll.
She gagged and struggled uselessly against her assailant. Akira Mado was many things but a coward wasn't one of them. Her parents died fighting on the battlefield, and as the last member of their line she would follow that tradition until the end.
No matter how heartbreaking that tradition was in such circumstances.
It was getting harder to keep her eyes open as her vision turned hazy as she approached a state of unconsciousness. Perhaps she would die of asphyxiation as her opponent applied more pressure to her windpipe. How pathetic to die due to such circumstances.
Akira did not like to imagine scenarios where she died but if she had to use her imagination she would have preferred to die fighting as she dealt a lethal blow to a ghoul who retaliate with a death blow of their own. At least she could die with the satisfaction of knowing she died fighting just like her mother and father before her.
Despite her fading consciousness she chuckled as she studied her assailant, she wanted to die fighting but who could have imagined dying in the hands of someone who used to be one of the most harmless, pure hearted individuals in existence.
"Taki-Takizawa? Why are you doing this? I thought you…you had changed," she choked out.
The black sclera with that awful red ghoul eye looked horrific when placed next to his human brown eye. This was the same eye that would glare at her in their academy days whenever she answered a question correctly during lecture. Who knew that same expressive gaze would turn into the eyes of a cold-blooded killer?
Fate was a fickle, cruel thing.
Those eyes that had been so familiar to her as the eyes of an idealistic young man eager to prove himself had changed into calculative ruthlessness. The eyes of a killer had replaced the young man she once knew.
Her blood ran cold as his black lips lifted up into an animalistic grin revealing his teeth. Like a lion revealing its fangs before going in for the kill.
Takizawa started laughing gutturally like her response was the funniest thing he had ever heard.
Her ears were pounding; she could feel her hands growing stiff as she struggled to stay awake. Already she was losing touch with reality.
At least she began to lose feeling in her ligaments as her hands fell uselessly to her sides.
This couldn't be happening. She couldn't go out like this!
Takizawa continued to laugh as though they had shared some private joke where she was the punch line, which ironically was theoretically true as she remembered the wound on her stomach that still ached despite the numbness overtaking her.
She began to gasp for air as he applied even more pressure, did he not realize he was digging his fingers into her flesh so roughly he was drawing blood? Her vision started to go black but she was able to hear his statement before slipping into oblivion.
"Oh Mado, it's almost cute how much you deny that Seidou Takizawa is dead," she could hear the sneer in his voice rather see it. "That fool is dead, here standing before you is Owl a subordinate of the Aogiri Tree Organization. And…"
She closed her eyes as he dragged his last sentence out like he wanted it to be the last thing she heard before dying.
"And the fundamental killer of Associate Special Class Ghoul Investigator Akira Mado my long time nemesis."
She felt him drift closer like a lover whispering sweet nothings for her alone to hear, but a lover would never rejoice in their partner's demise she thought despondently.
"All hail the fallen queen of the CCG, Akira Mado!"
And with that final mocking outburst ringing in her ears she finally succumbed to her injuries and drifted off into nothingness.
Author's Note- I was going to put off writing another story until I release the remaining chapters on one of my stories but I couldn't focus since this one has been pestering me for days. Perhaps if I can get the gist of what's coming in this story started I can finally focus on the fateful ending of another. (I might be having a J.K. Rowling moment).
Warnings for things to come- This is probably going to be one of my darkest stories to come out but the Tokyo Ghoul universe is not for the faint of heart so I don't think anyone is going to get squeamish. The storyline will be following Tokyo Ghoul Re until Chapter 33, which has been released recently, since I believe the story should take place after the events of the Auction when Akira can finally have some peace to ponder over revelations of her former classmate's return. (Some characters might have OOC moments but I will try to remain faithful to the source material).