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Chapter 1

With eyes the same color of the life force that kept her victims alive, hair like the moonlight that slipped through their red puddles at night. She sat, perched upon a ledge overlooking an alley that stung her nose of dampness and piss. She wasn't there just for the fun of it. No, she was carefully watching her next prey drunkenly take a leak behind one of the dumpsters, having barely even found his way into the alleyway.

It was a situation that was riding on her luck, even though the downside was that the alcohol would taint the taste of his blood and meat, he was easy prey, and she was hungry enough. Simple as that. It always intrigued her when the humans seemed to do such stupid things: like get so wasted or high that they couldn't distinguish left from right. To her, it seemed downright idiotic, and made them even more vulnerable than their weak morality already made them seem.

The air was crisp tonight and the lights of Tokyo danced through the air, creating the pretty illusion of a bright and joyful city, whereas many turned a blind eye to the goings-on of the dark. Sure they watched the news, were well aware of the presence of ghouls, knew the threats and dangers, and saw the occasional blood splatter on a wall or sidewalk.

That's why it tended to baffle her when people, such as this bumbling man, continued to do reckless things without a care in the world.

But then again, it wasn't her place to ponder on the strangeness of her meals. To her, they were split into only two groups. There were the humans who were smart to the ways of the world and managed to get to their homes before six, were generally successful, and were cautious.

The second group was the lambs. Inherently weak, vulnerable, naïve, and ignorant. They were the ones that walked the streets under unlit lamps, got drunk, or pretended they were in a perfect world with no trouble. Those were the ones who were preyed upon. It was also too bad that the CCG happened to be apart of the first group. But then again, she didn't mind a challenge.

Her stomach clenched angrily and she had enough of just watching the behavior of this pathetic sack of meat.

Seizing such an easy opportunity, Hisaya swung her legs out in front of her and let gravity pull the rest of her body towards the fast approaching ground. The impact that shook through her bones barely even felt like a tickle, and she slowly stood up from her crouch.

The drunken man stumbled slightly while trying to look at her. Ironically, she noticed how his form was standing under the moonlight, hers being shrouded in shadows. 'What a perfect scene.' The thought pulled a smirk on her face.

"Eh? Who the hell are you?" His words slurred forth, and she could see he was having trouble just standing there. She saw him squint his eyes, assuming that his gaze was quite blurry, and giving some info on his current state of intoxication.

Hisaya slowly sauntered her way from the dark and into the light, her hair splayed around her shoulders and shimmering in the pale light, making her complexion seem even paler. Right then, in that alleyway, the only color on her that appeared vividly was the red of her eyes. She could see a sort of primal lust overtake the human's face as his gaze raked up and down her body, eliciting a slight chuckle from her. Deep down, all human men were the absolute same.

Admittedly, her sense of dress wasn't conservative by any means, with her black low-cut top, the straps making an 'x' across her chest and hugging her upper body tightly. Over that was her black hooded jacket that stopped mid-torso and unzipped lower than most women would have dared. She wore a pair of ripped black jeans that accentuated her curves nicely, and a pair of shin-high leather boots, perfect for their grip, style, and ease of maneuverability.

As she gazed upon the human with a slightly amused look, she took note of his lust addled, yet slightly panicked, look before it ebbed into fascination. "Woah, your eyes are like—really red. It's almost ghoul like." He laughed off. What a fool. "Why don't you come here and lemme see those ruby's a bit closer." He said as he stared at her chest, rather than her eyes.

How was it that this human couldn't even recognize death itself was standing right in front of him? He even joked about her being a ghoul. Now that was the true joke. It wasn't much fun if her prey was fascinated by her, so she supposed she'd have to change that.

Picking up her swaying saunter once more, she allowed herself to get within two feet of the man whose scent was so enticing and alluring, it drove all her senses mad. Hisaya took a deep inhale and almost lost herself in the pleasure of just imagining his taste. She had way better restraint than that though.

"Rubies, you say?" Hisaya got within several feet of him. She didn't bother wearing her mask tonight, due to knowing that her prey was in a secluded alleyway, on a street not frequented much. The whole situation was so perfect, it sang to her on the midnight breeze. "Well then," she continued, letting her lips ghost over his ear, "do you consider this to be just as pretty too?"

A shape intake of breath was all she needed to hear that made a grin spread on her face. Poised inches from his heart was her ruby-red kagune, a long rinkaku. The fear that was coating every inch of his skin seemed to sober him up pretty good and fast. Which meant her meal wouldn't taste as bad as she had thought.

Just one. Little. Lick. Hisaya shuddered in delight as her tongue caressed his neck, much like a lover would; except the elongated canines that glinted in the light revealed her true purpose.

The guy still hadn't said a word or even screamed when she tore into his shoulder. In fact, she wrapped her tail-like appendage around his mouth and enjoyed her feast, while he was aware of every single bite and slice and cut.

By the time she had finished off most of his upper body, the light was long gone from his dark eyes. Although that was the longest time any human had managed to stay alive while she fed. His ribcage was splayed open as she indulged herself. When was the likely chance she'd have such a good opportunity as this one? Especially with the pack called Aogiri running amuck and making it dangerous for indifferent ghouls like her to simply enjoy a regular meal.

First it had been Rize, the binge eater, then Jason, and now this organization. Some ghouls were just trying to survive, but it seems they couldn't catch a break now could they?

Having had her fill, Hisaya rocked back onto her heels and briefly pondered if the effort of hauling the bloody carcass back to her apartment was plausible. It would definitely prove to be a challenge with the leaking blood. It was while she silently thought, blood dribbling down her chin, when the hairs on the back of her neck prickled. She whipped out her kagune and used it to launch her high into the air, right as a million little crystal shards rained on the spot she was in.

Twisting in the air and landing back on the ground, Hisaya threw her hood up and peered at the other body standing at the alleyway entrance. It's smell was definitely human, along with the faint scent of a ghoul from his quinque. 'Goddamnit, an investigator...just great...' She straightened up, and—still turned sideways, hair framing her face—she slid on the mask from her pocket, saved for surprising circumstances such as these.

The face mask she wore resembled that of a jackle's, with a long narrow snout, tall slender ears with lappets: two large flaps which hung down behind the ears and in front of both shoulders, resembling a pharaoh's headdress. The colors were silver and gold.

Having gotten herself situated, she faced her newest threat. The dove walked slowly, as if trying to gauge her, and stopped short of the shadows. He wordlessly raised her briefcase, and an ukaku kagune erupted, firing off a barrage of crystals again.

Cursing lowly, she deflected a dozen or so with her tail, and summoned another tentacle to swipe out at the man who deftly jumped up and back.

"My my, is that you, Nine-Tailed Fox?" His voice held a lilt to it, suggesting of a sophisticated background.

Hisaya however, kept her features neutral, even though he couldn't see them, and withdrew her rinkaku back behind her. So this dove wasn't a newbie, which meant he had to be familiar with this part of the ward, where she normally hunted. "Not too many investigators are talkative." She gave her own observations. "Mostly because they're dead already."

Then he had the nerve to laugh. He laughed as if she wasn't capable of stringing his intestines on the nearby wall. As if to further catch her off guard, he stepped into the light, revealing short brown hair, and a rugged face with a sharp jawline. Tilting her head a bit, she considered him quite pretty—for a human. "Oh don't worry. I don't doubt your skills at all. I've heard many a tale of you, Fox. Which makes my task all the more important."

The way he was talking, Hisaya couldn't help but feel put off by it. He wasn't in a hurry to attack her, and that confused her greatly. Regardless, she drew out two more kagunes and poised all four sharp tentacles to begin ripping his limbs off. It was also at that exact moment when she realized what had been puzzling her.

"Oh shit!" Keeping her wits about her, she managed to backflip in the nick of time, as a blue surge of electricity rained from somewhere above. And while she was busy avoiding that, the first investigator seized his chance and ran up to her, whacking her entire body into the nearest wall, leaving a few burn marks.

She hissed at the sizzling pain in her side and got up on her feet. How could she have not noticed it before? These dumbasses always traveled in pairs. While he was busy being a chatterbox and dulling her senses, his partner had taken the chance to sneak up on her. In fact, she sniffed the air and locked eyes with the man sitting on a windowsill, a kagune at the ready, that was able to wield electricity.

Thoroughly mad now, Hisaya rammed two of her tails into the wall he was in and drove them upwards, smashing through bricks, mortar, and drywall effortlessly as she cleaved his window perch in two, along with half of the building's wall. She watched as the second investigator yelled while he fell, but unfortunately landed pretty okay.

"Why must you pesky humans interrupt my meal?" The masked Ghoul mused.

The first man aimed his quinque at her again and fired another barrage of crystals, while the other snuck up behind her with his bikaku quinque. She simply laughed at their efforts and dodged all of the projectiles by summoning six kagune at once and forming a shield in front of her while she turned and slammed her foot into the bikaku-wielding man.

The ukaku man suddenly appeared around her defenses, and she whipped out a hidden seventh kagune, bringing it to wrap around his torso, hoisting him into the air. "Alright little birdie. I've had enough time playing with you. I think you've been flying long enough."

Being his final moments, she tilted her mask just a bit so he could see the smirk she wore, before ripping his bottom body from his upper body with three of her tentacles. She disposed of the messy carnage and flicked the blood off her tails. In one blindingly fast movement, Hisaya had the younger investigator caught in her coils, bringing him close to her face.

After witnessing the death of his partner, Hisaya had already heard him drop his quinque. As he drew near, he grimaced in repulsion and fear as he smelled the gore on her breath from her earlier meal. "Hey now, don't look so scared, today's your lucky day. Since you don't pose that much of a threat, I'll let you fly away today." A giddy feeling pulsed through her veins at the smell of his pants leaking. "But do not mistake this one time as mercy. I'm merely doing it for me, so word can get to the right set of ears."

Even through her kagune, it vibrated slightly from the sheer shakiness that this man could not seem to control. She 'tched and rolled her eyes. She just said she'd let him live, so why is acting like a fucking pansy?

She withdrew five of the seven tails, leaving the one holding him, and another free to strike through his leg. Not enough to severe it or label him paralyzed, but so pain would definitely be there. "Most people only hear of my name once. Take your buddy for example. This is his second time. So since this is your first, I'll let you know," Hisaya's pupils remained red while her kakujan just now activated and inky black encompassed the rest of her eye, "I'm the Nine-Tailed Fox." She whispered.

Swinging both of her kagune's around, she whipped him into the crumbled brick wall, rendering him unconscious. She looked at the pulverized body of the first investigator before leaving him for another Ghoul to take. She wasn't greedy by any means, and didn't need more than she could eat. Especially when she didn't even have a freezer.

Hisaya used her two kagunes to propel herself onto one of the low rooftops surrounding the alley. "Until we meet again." Her grin nothing short of feral as her hair truly glowed under the light of that moon. One would almost say she looked serene and peaceful.

Dispersing her kagune, she vanished just as smoothly as a bone-chilling wind picked up.