Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Ghoul or any of it's characters. I do own my OCs

I could hear the orders being shouted out behind me. The small teams of force were following me, but didn't have any luck with getting closer. I jumped from roof to roof and they followed below me in pursuit. My black crew neck puffed with the air that was being whipped around it. Moisture flooded to my eyes in reaction to the stinging feeling of the wind. I leaped onto the side of an apartment building. The shadows casted by the porch lamps hid me well.

"Where'd the hell did the ghoul go?"

Taking that as my cue, I took my backpack off of my shoulders and my large mask off the lower half of my face. I crouched down and gently placed it into the backpack. The bag grew in weight and I put it back on. I emerged out of the shadows, looking like a normal civilian coming out of their home. I walked passed them while they craned their necks to the sky, looking for any signs of where their favorite little ghoul was.

My silky black hair retained the coldness of the weather and chilled my neck. The night buzz of Tokyo sounded around me and a sea of people moved when the walking man glowed. I barely noticed the control anymore. It didn't affect me. Maybe I got that from my mother.

I passed a bar with a younger crowd with multiple tipsy guys hanging out front.

One of them called out to me, "Hey, Cutie, going home?"

I kept my steady pace and ignored the catcalls that were being dished out.

"It's rude not to answer." A tall man with badly bleached orange hair snatched my forearm. I could smell the cheap liquor on his breath.

Another hand violently grabbed the man's wrist and ripped it off of me, "It's rude of you to touch her."

He had indigo hair that brushed the top of his nose bridge. His eyes were a more pastel version of his locks and they pierced into the drunkard's soul.

"Let go, man," the orange one stuttered. He backed away and retreated to his friends. Some were laughing, others had the same reaction as him, and some were ready to fight.

The stranger laughed and put both of his hands in his pockets. He had a menacing smirk on his face.

Taking a step forward, he scoffed. "Do you really want me to beat you so hard that your blood has to get washed down the street drain?"

I stood there with a impassive expression, curious to see what he would do. There wasn't a question to know if I could handle this situation myself because I can, but what does this fool think he's doing?

He continued strolling over the the group of men and they retreated around the block.

I called out to him from my place, "I would've handled that myself."

That same laugh escaped his lips and he turned back to me.

"Didn't seem like it. That was weak and you should know better than to walk in these parts and whatever hour of morning it is."

He called me weak. Nobody calls me weak. My eyes squinted and I analyzed him. He wasn't incredibly tall and he had a slim built. The hoodie he had on didn't seem to be restricting any muscles. His shoes were in pristine condition meaning he's well off. College kid, obviously and an arrogant one at that. He had a backpack thrown over his shoulder as well and a wallet in one of the back pockets of his skinny jeans.

It was impossible to pick up his scent with the cold air blowing around us and the scent of alcohol in the night. My last meal was around five weeks ago. Might as well eat now.

I walked towards him in the same manner he had done previously and I cocked my head. Something was off. I didn't immediately pick up any after smells of what he would have had for lunch or that coffee he drank on his way to class. It was odorless.

The seduction game was soon to be played and my hand touched his shoulder lightly, "Thank you for helping me then."

He narrowed his eyes at me and I noticed the same look of analyzing I had just had. There should be no reason to why he's trying to file me. We looked each other in the eyes for a moment, studying each others intentions until it hit me. He's a ghoul.

The whites of our eyes disappeared into black ones and bright red engulfed our irises.

He jumped back and created a diastase between us. "Thought you would be able to have me as dinner, huh? Try me."

I spoke nothing in return and the right side of my face from him. The side that remained human. My sight poked up through my eyelashes for one last time before I started to walk away.

He paused. "We've already started this so fight me."

"This isn't my territory and neither is it yours, don't be so unrealistic," I said, cutting away at his ego.

I could hear him cuss under his breath before charging at me. My eye had already returned to normal, but my speed was still present. I dodged him and jumped onto the top of a stool that was outside.

He snickered and turned towards me, "Afraid to go at it then?"

"Get over yourself," I scolded in my usually bland voice.

My body moved on its own, jumping off of the stool and grabbing his wallet out of his pocket before flipping over him and landing in front of his face.

His eyes blinked at me and his brows furrowed.

I opened his wallet and studied his ID. Ayato Kirishima. Hm, he acts very immature for being 19. Surprised that he's older than me. No speaking happened between the two of us as I read through it. When I was finished, I closed the wallet and handed it back to him.

"Are you going to tell me who you are now?" he asked eyeing me up and down.

I bit my lip, feigning thoughts. "No."

The crumbling street crunched under my feet as I walked away from a dumbfounded Ayato. I could tell that he pondered on following me on not because I could here the scuff of a shoe as I began to leave.

He's interesting if I have to put it into a word. He seemed so keen on fighting me. I just wanted to continue on my way home. I'm not sure if he was planning to eat me before he found out I was a ghoul like I was, to him.

I prefer not to to speak with ghouls if there isn't any profit out of it. Fighting without purpose wastes energy too. But it seems he goes to a university in the area. I pray that I don't run into him again to save myself from killing another one. He can't know I'm a ghoul, specifically that ghoul. No one can. Not if I can help it.

A.N.

Hey so this story isn't really going to follow the manga because I haven't read it. It may fall in and out of being accurate to in-anime events because Ayato is older here so I can't fit that in. But a quick run down, Ayato goes to college in Tokyo and he is on good terms with his sister after saving her from a rogue ghoul. Maaaaaaay or may not add ghoul Kaneki because he isn't all that interesting personality wise. Don't worry you will find out this OC's name sooner or later so keep reading!

~Luna Restings