Hello! My fellow Tokyo Ghoul loves! A little bit of honesty, this is my first fan fiction in dear lord knows how long.

I do not own TG or any of its characters. This story is entirely fictional, and made from 100% love. This is going to be a SeidouxAkira fanfiction, I do look forward to writing some hot and heavy stuff with them ;) so keep an eye out, because we are gonna be able to make some lemonade with all these lemons haha. Anyway, please send me love and/or critiques in the comments!

Chapter One

Rain poured down on Akira's balcony, wetting the edge of the cement, and drowning out any silence in her apartment. She sat on her couch, hungry and tired from the day. Nothing of any significance, nothing but paperwork, and meetings. It was the same old droning, same long lists of losses and kills. For the past couple of days, everything was started to turn into one big blur to her.

A burst of lightning illuminated the dark room, followed shortly by what sounded like an explosion.

The lightning made contact.

Akira's stomach rumbled and moaned in it's begging for fulfillment. Surely she did not feel like cooking anything, no desire to really. She tapped her fingers, got up and walked to her little kitchen. Opening the fridge and staring blankly into it, she quickly closed it. It was empty, like her stomach, and like some other things-she did not want to think about.

Thunder rolled, and Akira began to wonder. She wondered back into her cozy living room, into her room, then back. Was this anxiousness she was having? Her apartment was starting to feel small, congested-empty.

The clock on the roll struck 8. Well, if it would ease her mind, she still had time to eat out.

Then again, what does it matter?

Slipping on her shoes, and umbrella in hand, she exited her apartment in search of something to fill her empty-

Heart.

Stomach.

Rain continued to pour, drumming atop her umbrella. Cars passed, their wiper blades going full blast, and lights reflecting in the wet street like a black mirror. For a moment, it felt just as small out here as it did in her apartment.

Akira didnt know how long she had been walking, but somehow she ended up outside a little corner restaurant. It's red banners and reminiscent smell sent a pang of longing inside her.

It was 'their' ramen shop.

Lifting away the red banner, she stepped into the corner shop, and was welcomed by warmth and scent-

Home.

"Hi, welcome to Yoshitobas, what can I get for you?" The owner smiled, welcoming Akira as he did to all his patrons.

"Just the pork udon, please."

"Anything to drink, mam?"

Akira almost said water, but the night still weighed heavy on her chest. One drink with dinner wouldnt hurt, maybe it would even help. It was worth a shot.

"A Kirin Ichiban* please."

He always got that one. They both did, actually.

The emptiness was rumbling again. Akira didnt even wait for her food before she started putting back her beer.

By the time her udon arrived she was finished with her second beer.

Can't eat without something to drink, riiight? Akira chuckled to herself.

The warmth the broth brought to her stomach felt good, but the alcohol felt even better. Sure, her bill was a little higher than normal, but the feeling it all left her with was the best shes felt in-

Years. The best I've felt in years.

She spent so much of her life living in the past, the wonderful, rose colored past. In truth, it was a shit show. Everything she built her life on, her meaning on, was a shit show. After she had recovered from protecting Seidou from Mistsuki, and began her new life working along side Amon and Goat, Akira really thought her shattered persona and life would began to piece back together. Even Amon and her began to piece back some forms of a relationship-

If you could call it that.

He said he would stand by her through anything, and he did. Her world was beginning to feel the warmth of the sunlight again. Amon worked tirelessly alongside Kaneki to patch the relations between humans and ghouls. Working tirelessly to fight back the rebels, both human and ghoul, who refused any such ideas.

Throwing back another beer, Akira couldnt help but remember the lasst time she and Amon were alone together. It was about a year ago, in her room, and there they were together. It had been a hard day, many men were lost by an ambush led by a human militia group. So many senseless deaths.

Amon had refused for Akira to go home unaccompanied. Finally, she was alone with him, and not drunk. She couldnt risk losing him again. Gathering all her courage she wrapped her arms around him, stood as high as she could on her tippy toes, and closed the gap between their lips. There had been a fire in her for a long time, a fire she wanted to set a blaze with him-in him. Maybe she was expecting fireworks, passion, a quiver, or at least something! Their lips parted and she looked deep into his dark eyes-searching for something, anything.

It was then that she came to the realization-the realization that Amon was never going to escape the past, his sense of duty, and that he would never be completely her's. It was that night, when she ended things with him. If she was to fully move on with her life, she couldnt lie to herself that Amon was ready to leave the past. She expected the realization to hit her hard, but instead, it left her void. A few polite words were exchanged, and Amon looked somewhat distraught. Maybe he just didnt understand why she was popping their happy make-believe bubble, or he was starting to recognize his own short comings. Whichever the reason, it was but a moment later he composed himself, bowed, and wished her a goodnight and that he would always be there if she needed him.

That was in the past though, and the void in her continued to grow. She paid her tab, and stumbled back out onto the street. It was pouring still, and she was already two blocks away before she realized she had left her umbrella at the shop.

Oh well, does it even matter?

Each step either felt lighter than air, or heavier than cement blocks, but at least her mind was silent for once. In her drunken, and soaked haze, she was unsuspecting of someone watching every stumbled move.

What started as whispers, became louder and louder in her head. Screaming that not even alcohol would completely shut out.

Lonely, so lonely. Why am I so alone?

Akira stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, rain pelting down, and her body began to shiver and shake. The rain hid the tears she was violently shedding. Inside her chest and stomach was a growing, gnawing black hole that was going to devour her. What was the meaning of anything? Why was she not connecting with anyone? Did she make the right decisions? Maybe she should have stayed in her rose colored bubble, with Amon. The world around her was closing in, ready to crush her under its weight. She leaned up against the nearest wall to keep herself upright.

Footsteps were coming closer and closer. Multiple footsteps.

"I told you I saw her, Akira Mado, the traitorous bitch working with Goat." A masculine voice said.

"Fucking bitch, showing your ghoul loving face around my parts." The man towards the front said. The supposed leader was holding a pipe, while the other two were bare handed.

"Ghouls took everything I loved away from me!" The gruff man balanced the metal pipe in his hands. "And here you people go, and think we can coexist with these monsters? I think not!" He screamed.

"Bash her fucking brains in!" One yelled.

"How funny would it be if a ghoul came along and ate her remains!" The other one snickered.

Fuck my life.

Before she could position herself to try to get away, the three men rushed at her. She threw her arms across her face to protect herself.

This is going to fucking hurt.

Then screaming. Lots of screaming, but not her screaming. Akira peaked from between her arms. Something was over two of the men's bodies, while the third had his back to the wall in horror. The black cloak hid whoever-whatever it was. Not even the rain or the screams could drown out the sounds of tearing flesh and cracking bone.

Akira sunk down to the ground in her fear and stupor as she couldnt help but watch those two men get ripped apart.

What's worse, being beaten to death, or eaten alive? Guess I'm going to find out.

The cloaked figure stood, and in one swoop grabbed the third man by the neck, and like tearing meat off a turkey leg, ripped his throat out. The man dropped instantly. The figure then turned towards Akira, pale bony fingers reached up to its hood, and pulled it down. Wet, blood stained white hair escaped. His black lips spread into a wide grin.

"Akiii-raaa"

I dont feel so good.

Before her lights went out, she turned to the side, and vomited.

Yay! First chapter is done! Im not sure how much love this story is going to get considering the size of the SeidouxAkira fanbase ahhaha maybe I'm wrong. Any pointers or suggestions im open to!

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See ya next chapter!