Hello, and thank you for taking the time to read my fanfic! This is the first story I'm writing and I hope you like it! I decided to make this story that literally carries on with your thoughts and reviews. I'll take into consideration your review and try my best to improve my work.
Quick disclaimer (for those easily offended): I don't own this series, I'm just one of the many fans who really enjoy reading Tokyo ghoul. The story you're about to read now DOES NOT happen in the real series, it's just a random story that i wrote using the characters and setting of Tokyo ghoul.
So, now that that's out of the way, here's my fanfic! Hope you enjoy! :3
Chapter 1: Pain
*huff huff* Haise's panting and wheezing grew fainter as more and more blood began to ooze from the huge gaping hole in his stomach. Haise's left leg had been crushed under a prodigious boulder after his strenuous victory against Aogiri's Tatara and Noro. The 2nd war between Aogiri and the CCG had been going on for 3 days now, leaving both the CCG and Aogiri with countless casualties.
Just like every other mission Haise had been sent on, his fellow investigators couldn't care less about his life. They look at him the way they would look at every other ghoul. In everyone else's eyes, he was just another monster. They had honestly forgotten how he even managed to become an investigator with a body like that. As a result of their disgust in Haise's existence, they always sent him on the toughest missions, with hopes of ending his life. Haise knew their intentions and always tried to make better relationships with his team mates but to no avail.
Today was no different. Haise was sent to engage combat against 2 of Aogiri's robust SS~ rated ghouls: Tatara and Noro. He was abandoned near a crumbling building in the 20th ward facing the notorious Tatara and Noro. Countless emotions flooded his understanding within seconds of engaging combat; fear; terror; dread; panic; dismay; sadness. Howbeit, those emotions slowly evolved into ones of anger, resentment, rage, fury, and annoyance.
The battle had lasted an excruciating 20 minutes, leaving Haise in the life threatening situation that he's in now. Every second that goes by loses Haise more and more blood. Eventually, he could pass out and probably die alone knowing that no one would bother calling back up for him.
He wasn't getting any help.
He never got any help.
If he was going to make it out alive then he needed to do something, now!
Haise thought of lifting the heavy boulder even the slightest just to quickly pull his leg free, but quickly dismissed that idea because of the sheer size of the boulder.
He couldn't use his kagune to break the boulder because he was out of steam. He had exhausted all his energy fighting the two monsters on his own.
The salt and pepper haired teen realized his lack of options. He only really had two really. The first was sever his left leg to free himself while the other was to wait here to see if anyone passes by to ask for help.
While the second option did sound less...painful, its chance of success were very low. All of the civilians had been evacuated and even if someone did come, he wouldn't be able to see them in the dead of night.
The first option did involve a lot of risk since severing his leg could kill him because of the amount of blood he already lost from his stomach wound. He also couldn't regenerate anymore since he was completely out of fuel.
Haise needed to think fast. He was running out of blood and could fall unconscious any time only to die later in his sleep.
Fuck, c'mon man THINK! Am I really going to die here... alone? N-no, I don't wanna to die, I don't want to die here alone! I'm so fucking scared!
Suddenly, an idea came to Haise's mind. "W-why didn't I…think of this...before?" he muttered under his breath between deep inhales and exhales.
The half-dead half-ghoul summoned all the remaining strength he had left as he took a deep breath in. He then began to forcefully pull his leg from the boulder, ripping his flesh and breaking his bones on the way.
"AArHGhHG!" Haise screamed at the top of his lungs in reaction to the boiling, excruciating pain. His leg felt like it was slowly melting in a bath of bubbling acid. His vision blurred to a blinding white as more of the unbearable screams of agony ripped through the dead silence in the 13th ward.
"Haaaah-Haah-Hah… w-why? It's not… fair…" crystal-like tears gracefully streamed down his cheek as he was completely swallowed by sorrow. Darkness surrounded him as tidal waves of pain surged through his leg, stinging him like a thousand bees.
Seconds felt like hours as the half-ghoul, now eaten away at woe, waited for the hammering paint to stop. "Ah, hah, hah f-fuck... IT'S SO FUCKING PAINFUL! How the fuck do the people in the movies make it seem so fucking easy?!"
After what seemed like hours, Haise's vision slowly returned and the heavily pulsing pain began to slightly ease. He looked down at his now forcibly yanked leg, and widened his eyes to the blood bath it created.
He was is serious danger.
Even a tough ghoul could die from half of Haise's blood loss. Heavily panting, the half-ghoul's vision began to blur as he struggled to keep breathing.
It was at that moment that he remembered. Right at death's door, he remembered everything. Everything that happened to him before. Before he became Haise Sasaki. The similar pain he experienced in his life before, both physically and mentally that dragged him to hellish abyss he's so desperately tried to climb out of.
It came to him all at once, as if someone poured a bucket of bricks on his head. All the visions and memories hit him so hard, it rang in his head like someone kept hitting it with a hammer.
"What's 1000-7?"
"Now it's time for the pinkie toe"
"If you don't choose, I'll kill them both!"
"It's a Chinese red-headed centipede!"
"KANEEEKIIIII!"
...
So this is what they mean when your life flashes before your eyes huh? Haise thought as he felt his consciousness hang by a thread.
"So which one of these cute chicks is your girlfriend?"
"You bastard, you got the order wrong!"
"Onii-chan, how do you read this?"
"Kaneki-kun, your mask is ready!"
"Welcome to Anteiku!"
...
Haise was dragged back to reality as he remembered the sweet voices of his dear friends. The voices that gave him life. The voices that helped his escape solitude. How could he forget? How dare he forget? His anger was boiling at the thought of his selfishness. But one thing overpowered his anger, and that was his desire to see their faces again. To hear their voices again. To be with them again.
Haise, no, Kaneki's eyes shot wide open, his left eye filled with the black and red fire of determination.
He was going to get out of this alive, for their sake.
He must see them again.
He must.
Kaneki looked to his right, seeing the corpses of the two he just barely defeated. I need the strength, the meat... Kaneki thought as he felt his hunger boiling and clawing away at his already gaping stomach.
Fuck, they're too far away, i won't make it in time...
As he felt his hope begin to extinguish, a thought came to his mind; eat your leg.
Kaneki looked down to see a horrible sight. A jagged, ripped torn remains of a leg barely exposed from under a blood stained boulder. It looked like a pack of hyenas completely devoured a man alive, only leaving his leg as a reminder of his existence.
But he didn't care. Anything will do as long as it satisfies his thirst for flesh.
He opened his mouth as strings of saliva webbed from his teeth, ready to feed.
As he tore into his own severed left leg, he realized that he didn't taste half bad. Probably 'cuz I'm half human he thought.
Ripping sounds of tearing flesh followed by chomps and swallows echoed around him, just showing how hungry he truly was.
Just seconds into his meal, he was blessed with the feeling of diminishing pain. The tissue and flesh of his leg began to weave into one another, recreating his lost limb. A wave of relief flooded Kaneki as he completely relished that moment. "Funny," Kaneki giggled, "to gain a leg you must eat a leg."
With the thigh of his 'old' leg completely devoured, and his 'new' leg completely formed, Kaneki expected his stomach wound to heal a considerable amount. But only a few centimeters in circumference were knocked off the wound's size. Fuck, i need more meat! Kaneki thought as he eyed his bleeding wound.
What do I do? What do I do? CRAP!
The half-fed half-ghoul barely got to eat any meat because the boulder prevented him from eating the meat under it.
As Kaneki anticipated any possible scenarios to get himself out of the pain and heal his gaping wound, his whole body began to ache.
He needed rest.
No, not now! I can't fall asleep out here in the open. I need to get rid of this fucking annoying hole!
A thought popped in Kaneki's mind and without a second thought, he summoned all the strength he could muster and pulled himself to his feet, finding himself immediately stumbling to the boulder and resting his left hand against it for support.
More blood gushed out of his wound in response to his sudden movement. Kaneki slapped his right hand on his wound and pushed hard in a effort to stop the bleeding. It did help, but it also brought another wave of pain crashing against him.
He couldn't take it anymore. He going to faint.
No, not now, please... I've been through worse...
A light headed Kaneki slowly began to make his way to the two delicious smelling corpses just meters away.
Kaneki began to drool, Holy fuck they smell nice, just like those juicy tender hamburgers freshly made by mum. GIVE THEM TO MEEE!
At this point, Kaneki had drooled all over his ripped, blood-stained trench coat with an insane grin on his face. His eyes practically popped out of their sockets as he stared at the feast that awaited him.
I'm going to eat every last shred of mea-
Kaneki's manic thoughts were cut short after he stumbled and almost fell forward. After being dragged form his crazed thoughts and being hulled back to reality, Kaneki realized he was in no shape to walk even another meter in his condition. His body simply couldn't keep up with his racing thoughts of devouring every trace of their existence.
Come on man! I survived that jackass cutting my fingers and toes. I even stayed awake throughout the whole ordeal so this should be a piece of cake, yet why am I...
For the 3rd time, his brain somehow thought of a lifesaving idea.
Kaneki began another attempt at walking towards his scrumptious looking meal while saying something he thought he never would.
993
*huff, huff*
986
*huff, huff*
979
Just like in those fateful, treacherous 10 days in the unforgettable checkered room, the only stable structure keeping Kaneki awake and sane were the endless, echoing digits split by intervals of seven.
972
"haaah, haah"
9-6-
Before he could finish count, his body gave way, making him fall head first.
But, instead of getting dirt like Kaneki anticipated, something softer and sweeter greeted him. The sweet aroma that filled his nose confirmed his suspicion. Just to make sure, Kaneki opened his eyes and was welcomed with the heavenly sight of fresh meat served before him. The beautiful corpses of the two he just ripped the life from blessed him with their tenderness.
Oh, thank God...
Without a moment's hesitation, Kaneki dug into his well-deserved meal.
Kaneki never thought that ripping and shredding noises would sound so beautiful.
Chews and chomps were the last think he heard before sleep took over his body.
Once again, thank you for reading! This has been the first chapter of my story and I plan to make more. Like I said, I would really appreciate it if you submit you reviews. I don't really have a regular time for uploading new chapters but it would definitely be within a weeks' time. Alright bye!