Welcome to my story! I hope you all enjoy. As you can tell, this is a Tokyo Ghoul fan fiction. I would really appreciate any constructive critisism, so don't hesitate to write reviews!
Chapter 1
I walk through the CCG's white halls, the harsh brightness burning into my eyes. Regularly, I would ask either a hospital worker or generally someone who isn't an Investigator to change the colour of the walls. Nothing, however, changes. I understand it as much as it annoys me. It's not like anyone else lives in this excuse for a building.
Finally, we reach my room. I say we, as I can hear the breathing and movement of people following me. I don't know why I'd have people follow me, but I know they are bodyguards. However, they don't seem to be protecting me. I've gotten used to the entourage trying not to make themselves obvious.
I heave the door open with all my strength, causing my skinny arm to ache, and leave me out of breath. "Just in time, Miss Mihoko." A man in a doctor's coat says. "Any longer and you'd be unconscious."
"Screw you." I spat in reply, sitting back on the chair he was standing by. "Can you get this over with?"
The doctor huffed. "You know too well that the injection can't be too fast." He prepared the needle as I puled up my sleeve. It was just the two of us in the room, and it seems the bodyguards are on the other side of the door. "Dear, dear Mihoko Hitomi." He said, sighing as he jabbed the needle into my arm, causing me to contort my face in pain.
"What did I say about my first name? We're not friends, so don't call me Hitomi." I hissed as he withdrew the needle, causing a wave of strength to wash over me.
The doctor sighed again. It seemed to be his habit. "It's done, Mihoko." He stated, almost exasperatedly. He placed a hand to his heart, feigning heartbreak. "I can't believe you said that!" He complained, posture changing into that of a bad Shakespear actor, causing a roll from my eyes.
"See you, loser." I replied, getting up. For some reason, my legs felt stronger than they would usually after a blood injection. I didn't face him to hide my smirk. While I didn't consider the doctor as my friend per say, he was entertaining when he could be.
I place my hands on the door and push, to see no-one. I know full-well the guards are hiding behind the door. "Don't worry. I'm not dangerous." I said, but I doubted that they would care. "I'm going to a coffee shop." I stated, before walking down the overly bright corridor.