Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters(obviously) or else there would be way more Juuzou in Tokyo Ghoul
Sorry I know the first chapter is short but this is my first story and I'm just getting into it also I do not know Shinohara's wife's first name so I made one up. Also apologize for any spelling errors I'm a crapy speller ;)
It was sometimes hard being the wife of a CCG inspector but Itami couldn't imagine life without Shinohara. They had met at a local ramen shop and as cheesy as it sounds something just clicked. She later found out about his job and while there had been some stress at first she had learned to live with the fact that her husband kept odd hours and would sometimes come home spattered with blood, some of it his own. She remembered how when she first found out she would fret every time he was late for a date fearing that he had been killed by a ghoul, not that she didn't still worry but she put her faith in his ability to handle any ghoul he came across. Another odd thing that had happened as a result of her marriage to a CCG inspector was said inspectors partner becoming like a surgote son to her. When she first met Juzzou to say she was apprehensive would have been an understatement. Shinohara had explained to her some of his past and why he was the way he was and she had been horrified that someone, even a ghoul, could do that to a child. She felt for Juzzou and couldn't imagine what his life had been like. She was also a little frightened. From what she had heard of him from other inspectors he was out of his mind in a bad way and couldn't shake the violent tendencies instilled in him by the ghouls he was raised by. She knew it wasn't his fault and he deserved a chance at a semi normal life and was grateful her husband had the heart to try and give him that but still meeting someone, even an abused kid, who had a body count so high even the CCG balked had put her on edge. However after getting to know him, well as good as anyone really knew him, she had formed a soft spot in her heart for the little psycho. She knew she never saw him when he let loose like her husband did, and for that she was grateful, but she had gotten used to most of his peculiarities. She had run to the bathroom to empty her guts in the toilet the first time she saw him doing his stitching. She smiled to herself as she turned down the ally to take a shortcut home arms full of groceries. She was nearing the end of the ally when she heard movement behind her thinking it was someone else wanting to pass her she took a step to the right only to be shoved against a wall so hard the grocery sacks she held fell to the ground. A man with rotted out teeth and smelly breath had her pinned to the wall of the ally.