This is adopted/inspired by DVP21 (Dark Void Princess 21)

**References to books may be made but because my knowledge on Japanese literature is limited most references won't be Japanese (so if it seems out of place, please understand the circumstances).

***I'm going to try and keep her writing style while incorporating mine into it.

CHAPTER ONE: Fate

She didn't believe in fate. Anyone living to fulfill their destiny was an idiot. Simple as that. Even if fate were to exist, it didn't mean that individuals didn't have their own free will. So if someone were to act on their own accord it would be their fate anyway. The whole concept was little more than arbitrary thinking. As many things in the world, it couldn't be proven or refuted. It was why she didn't waste her time thinking about such things.

Until that day.

From that day on, the concept would pass her mind more than ever before. How couldn't she? It was laughable. Kamishiro Rize had died and been reborn as the character she shared a name with. Well, the name given to her upon her rebirth wasn't really Kamishiro Rize, but there was no refuting she had been born as the binge eater ghoul of Tokyo Ghoul. Kamishiro Rize was just conveniently the name she gave herself after a certain incident which she didn't currently want to think about—though, the kanji had been a little different. Her appearance, the fact she was a ghoul and her kagune didn't leave room for any other reasoning.

It was a sick joke.

She was supposed to be dead, not some fictional character.

For the most part she discarded this information. Real or fake, she was there. She'd continue on with her life. For the most part she didn't think about fate or the unnaturalness of it all. Fate was cruel if it existed. This life certainly wasn't happier than the last. Rize wondered if she was doomed to a tragedy. This life was probably going to be worse than the last. At least her existence wasn't illegal in her last life. But at least she had strength in this life. Maybe a trade-off? But that wasn't right. She'd been strong in her last life. At least physically.

Speaking of which, her transitioning to a ghoul's life wasn't so bad. She was fed humans the entirety of this life. She already took liking to the taste before she had been conscious of what she was doing. Rize's hesitance emerged when her brain could finally process her memories coherently. She hadn't like talking about internal organs in her past life. It was sickening. Much more when it was something that resembled her form. A human as she once was. But she couldn't ignore that it was the only thing she could eat and that she knew it was delicious. It was like people showing her videos of how animals are grown and processed. Not something pleasant to watch but didn't deteriorate her love for the food. Except now it was in relation to humans.

This life may be a sick joke, but Rize didn't want to die; she didn't want to suffer from a ghoul's hunger.

It took a while to supress the reasons why her actions should be sickening, but eventually managed it.

Why should she give up eating for them? She owed no one anything. Much less those who ostracize her. Oh, there were plenty of ghouls who erred her just as much. She'd eaten a few of them too out of contempt. Humans and ghouls, she really couldn't care less which she killed. Of course, the ratio between humans and ghouls she has eaten weren't even comparable. Humans were much more delicious. Ghouls tasted gross. At least the ones she's eaten. Perhaps it was all about the physique and kagune. She could have just eaten rotten ghouls. Or the ill taste could be a warning that cannibalizing could lead to insanity, as she remembered so many other fans put it.

The world was a terrible place. An endless cycle of pain and hardships. Life wasn't fair nor would it ever be. The world could die for all she cared. It was a conclusion she reached a long time ago. There was no black and white, right and wrong, only opinions and those with power or moral support to be the winners of the natural hierarchy to enforce their views. A world where people think you abnormal for being different. A world that deviants will always be ostracized and tormented, sometimes without even noticing it. So no, she had no care for the world. There was only herself. It was part of the reason she was ferociously independent. That and in her past life for several crucial years of her life, her parents had opposite schedules than her giving her a lot of alone time. Moving a lot also minimized any chance of friendships, and even then they had usually been shallow relationships.

It was just her.

Rize would always be alone.

Partially by choice. Partially by the pressure of society.

She would avoid thinking of the one person who had made the unbearable world a reason worth living. Thinking of that person would surely destroy the resolution she built.

She had been against murder in her last life, but it became a necessity in this one. That last little push drove to desensitize past the last bit of conventional morals she held.

As previously experienced, starving sucks. Why should she starve herself just so someone could live a while longer. It was their own fault for trusting her. But people had always trusted her, didn't they? High expectations and delusional. As if getting good grades meant she knew everything, and the moment you don't know something they treat you like a failure who outlived your usefulness. That because she was more willing to do things and had motivation meant that she was a pawn or the king—neither appealing when you're a different piece. That because she could play devil's advocate in debate, regardless of personal beliefs, that she was a monstrosity and threat to civilization.

Yes, killing for food was almost like a game now. Sure there was the fact that you needed to kill and eat someone without getting caught, but she took more pleasure in how and who she ate. She had preferences. She preferred someone easy to tear and chew. But in the end food was food. She'd easily sacrifice a bit of the taste if she meant she could watch them squirm. To see the hopelessness in their eyes. That the law and goodness they saw in the world would disappear and face the harsh truth. Egocentric and arrogant people were also fun. For the almighty to fall to no power. To recognize how powerless they are. The psychology thrill of the moment gave her the most pleasure. It always gives her an adrenaline rush.

More so, she loved destroying peaceful lives. Those who only know of love and happiness. Those who knew nothing of loneliness and suffering. It was probably out of envy, but she would never admit it. The rush it gave her made her feel so alive. A sense of being.

She didn't know if this was all just a coincidence or if the manga was factual to this world. What she did know was that either way she wouldn't let others tear her down.

Kamishiro Rize was voracious, independent, unmotivated, bored, strong and loves food. The individualistic girl was quite similar to the one in the tale, but they weren't the same.

So even if fate were to exist, they don't share the same destiny.