A/N: Hey. It's Mitsu. Again, I'd like to remind everyone that this is a spin-off Tokyo Ghoul fic. Even so, I am not going to claim ownership of the concept of ghouls by Ishida Sui-sensei. I only own the OCs to be shown in here. While this is a stand-alone fic, there will be mentions of canon Tokyo Ghoul characters, and some will be directly in the story. Like Arima Kishou. Though, the main focus will still be on the OCs.

Hope you enjoy it anyway!

"Two doors exist:

one leads to hell; the other leads to heaven.

One guardian stands by each door;
one will always tell the truth,
while the other will always lie.

You don't know which guards which door,
and you have only one chance

to ask a guardian

to find out which door

leads to which realm."

"However, the real question was never about
which door leads to which realm—
— it is whether you will deserve that fate or not.

Logic will not save you from this riddle."

-久留美・恵美-

"Ah, someone finally jumped off the cliff again."

"Quick, before the guy in the trench coat somes!"

Two small figures ran in the woods at midnight; their footsteps splashing on water puddles, panting.

"This way!" one shouted. They ran faster until they reached their destination.

A disheveled corpse of a grown man lay with his chest against the ground. His skull cracked open with blood splattered all over the place and his neck curved in a strange angle. His legs were also bent in weird ways. His clothes were soaked in mud, from the collision with water puddles caused by the rain that afternoon.

"... Headfirst. How awful." One of the small figures narrowed her eyes and murmured a little prayer about feeling sorry for the corpse. She ended the prayer by whispering "Thank you for the meal."

She reached out for the shattered skull and dug on the scattered brain parts, quickly savoring the juicy texture of the human brain, sandwiched into some parts of the skin on the face. The brain is the oiliest and fattiest part, but it was a guilty pleasure.

The other figure only watched. "A lot of people do kill themselves here, huh... I never stopped wondering how father found this place. Doesn't the mud ruin the taste of the meat, Kuru-nee?"

The one called 'Kuru' swallowed her food. "It does... but food is still food. Would you like to try it, Megu? It tastes really good, you know. Not as good as female meat, maybe, but-"

"I'm good." Megu smiled brightly. "The fruits and the stolen canned goods are fine. I'll just be watching over you here."

"... Ah."

Megu stared as Kuru tore off a forearm with her bare hands and plucked off the fingers, then started biting at the epidermis. Seconds later, Kuru stopped and looked at Megu.

"... How many times should I tell you not to stare while I'm eating? Not even humans like it." Kuru looked down, a bit embarrassed.

Megu raised a brow. "Why not? I'm not from either species anyway."

"... I'm not from either species, too, but that doesn't stop me from feeling uncomfortable."

"Heheheh, you have a point." Megu laughed, "But anyway, you look beautiful when you eat, Kuru-nee."

Kuru wiped blood off her cheeks, but it smudged and made her face look messier instead. "... Seriously?"

"I mean it!" Megu smiled as she touched Kuru's left cheek. "Your left eye shows pretty colors when you're eating. Isn't it beautiful?"

"It shows that I'm a creature to be scared of." Kuru shook her head, biting on the dermis of the arm she tore off. She'll be full soon.

"I don't have a kakugan, but I'm still a creature to be scared of."

"... At least you can hide it and blend in with people, right? I can't even blend in with both human and ghoul communities. Father told me not to, remember?"

"But, if I try to blend in with people, then I won't be with Kuru-nee!" Megu playfully hugged Kuru. Kuru only smiled softly, before hugging back.

They've only had each other. Their mother had died right after they were born, while their father died in the hands of ghoul investigators two years ago. Being outcast orphans at ten years old wasn't easy, especially if their father was a ghoul. And especially when only their father was a ghoul and their mother was a human.

It was a miracle for a human female to be able to bear twins with a ghoul as the father. But she did die easily after birth, and only the older twin became a one-eyed ghoul. The other was thought to be a human, but since the older twin wasn't able to eat it, the younger twin was assumed to be a demihuman; she had the senses of a regular ghoul, but had a shorter life span.

Kuru let go of the hug, looking up at the cliff. "The man in the trench coat isn't here yet. I wonder why?"

Megu looked up as well. "Maybe he saw us and now he's decided not to pick the corpse up, since you already ate a portion of it."

"Well, he usually comes to take corpses, even if it's just portions of it. He doesn't talk to us, though."

Megu only shrugged, until she suddenly heard a soft snap of a twig. She stood up. "Someone's here."

Kuru had already stopped eating, but her kakugan was still exposed. "The trench coat guy...?"

"... I don't think so..."

Kuru covered her left eye with her hand and looked around. A few footsteps could soon be heard. "H-how many are they...?" She didn't have to wait for a reply. Several weapons and briefcases already started to come in to the light from the moon. Quinque. Doves.

The reason why the "guy in the trench coat" wasn't there was because there were doves around the place.

The fact that more than one ghoul investigator stood there was enough for the twins to take action.

"Run!" Megu whispered.

"Under the 5th tree!" Kuru whispered back. The twins ran to different directions: Megu to the right and Kuru to the left. They knew the forest more than anybody, as they had lived there for five years with their father. They should know what to do to fool investigators. They'll be fine.

Or will they be?

Kuru did not look back while she was running, but when she was already approaching the sycamore tree—a tree marked with 'VI,' Megu wasn't there. She climbed up the tree to hide and try to look for Megu from the top of the tree. She wasn't anywhere.

"Strange... she was always the first one to arrive..." Kuru mumbled to herself, panting. Did she go to the 'V' tree instead?, she thought. "Under the 5th tree" actually means "above the 6th tree." It was supposed to be a code their father taught them. Did Megu mishear me? Kuru thought, jumping to the next tree, which is the one marked with 'V' on its trunk. There was nobody there.

Oddly enough, a single sign of the doves couldn't be seen anymore.

-久留美・恵美-

Only the half-ghoul "Kuru" was able to come to their meetup place by dawn.

A/N: The "guy in the coat" is Manager Yoshimura. Thanks for reading!