SO I'm having a change of pace so here is a Tokyo ghoul fanfic because I adore the crap out of Ayato. Need a break from Teen Wolf for a while, actually I'm not planing for this story to get that many readers I just want to get it out of my system. Disclaimer? Why yes! First of all, don't own Tokyo Ghoul it's a given. Secondly, this chapter and a few other will contain a couple of scene of violence. Not sure if I should make an M rating or leave it as it is for now, I'll probably change it up once we get into the bloodier chapters. Third, It's not as BDSM as the summary makes it out to be, you'll see what I mean in the first chapter. x.x God I love Tokyo Ghoul. Anyways enjoy the snipped.

Prologue: Are you a fool?

He was unpredictable like a summer rain shower, one moment he would smiling and laughing and the next he was breaking her arm between his hands like twig. She looked up at him as his cold blue eyes glared down on her, his hand tighten around her delicate neck. She gasped for air but didn't fight him, he was having a bad day and she didn't want to provoke him more than she already had. "Stupid dog." He said in an icy tone as he released her neck.

She fell to her knees as her black hair draped over the bruises on her shoulders and neck. With one swift kick he sent her flying the dust and pieces of the wall filled the air of the abandoned factory. She could taste her blood filling up her mouth as he stalked over to her like a predator and grabbing a fist full of her raven locks he hoisted her up to her feet. "So weak it's disgusting." His eyes flickered into the two toned ghoul eyes, his red irises glowing in the shadow that was casted by his bangs.

He released her hair and let her fall into his chest, she looked up at him with those innocent honey colored eyes. Gently he rubbed his thumb over the wound by her eyes, her skin was smooth with a creamy complexion, it made her look like a life size porcelain doll. Even with all the pain he put her through she was never scared of him. He brushed away her bangs from her eyes which exposed a gash that was about 2 inches long, her eyes watched him carefully curious to what he was going to do to her. Her skin slowly knitted itself back together it wasn't as fast as some ghouls but it wasn't as slow either as most. He never said sorry for what he did but she always forgave him because she was the fool.

"You've known I was going to hurt you since day one, why did you stay?" It's been months since they met up again but she never ran away and she never told him why she stayed, she just did. It could have been she was trying to find the boy she once knew so many years ago or she wanted something from him.

"You told me you to so I did what you asked. Should I have just left and not look back? Besides I wanted to be stronger and I needed someone to teach me." She turned away from his gaze, he always had a habit of trying to intimidate her and she just learned to look away from it. He frown and flicked her on the forehead causing her to flinch and rub the newly red spot forming on her face. "What was that for jerk?"

Without a warning he changed his arms enveloped around her giving her a fake sense of security. "Wrong answer Stupid…" He muttered as she just buried her face into his black leather jacket. She was lost in a world where she was hated just for being who she was, the only light guiding her was this boy who had two sides like a coin. He pulled away from her and looked at her with these pained eyes. "Don't follow me; wait for me like a good dog." He wasn't being arrogant like he usually was, it was a pleading tone as he brushed his lips against hers in a fleeting kiss.

He turned his back and starting to walk away from her. She knew if he left this would be the last time she would see him. His life was to fight even if it meant him dying, he would keep fighting. If she let him walk away now then she would be free of him, she would be free from his outbursts. Everything in her body told her to stay away from this boy, that he would only bring her harm but she couldn't leave. She was addicted to him like some kind of drug, when he wasn't angry he was her high. She hated herself for liking such a person but she craved him, not who he pretends to be but the man he truly is. Her feet moved on their own chasing after him and her arms wrapped themselves around his torso. She couldn't tear herself away from him because he is her master. "Master… Don't leave."

He closes his eyes with a faint smile creeping on his face, his fingers intertwining and lacing themselves with hers. "Stupid… out of all the times we been together, why do you choose now to say it?" He was right, why did she?

In the Next Chapter...

Her kagune spouted from her back like a pair of spiky ribbons and aimed at him giving him a warning. He gave her kagune a lazy look before unpinning her from the wall. She rubbed her neck and sent him a dirty look, he didn't care.

"Akiyama." He spoke her last name so calmly that she almost forgot he was attacking her. He grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet, she struggled to get out of his grasp but it only resulted in him tighten his vice-like grip. Biting down on her bottom lip hard she suppressed the yell of pain that wanted to escape, she could feel that her forearm was ready to shatter under his hand.

"Kirishima, let go of me." She hissed at him angrily which earned her a loud smack on her right cheek. The red hand print formed on her skin fast and the bruise was settling in. Tears ran down her face, she felt so helpless at that moment. "What the hell was that for you bastard?" Her voice rose along side her emotions, he didn't care.

"I don't like being ordered around by weaklings Akiyama." He replied in a deadpan tone which set her off even more.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"Prove to me you're sorry then."

"How?"

"Be my pet until I get bored of you."

Chapter I: Painful Reunions