The little Rapscallion
Summary:
One small mistake and it all sent everyone into a spiralling madness of sudden life changes that will give them more or less than a tragedy or happiness of their own.
Chapter 1: OWL meets CLOWN
"How impudent of you, I want to dominate you and your face isn't half bad either" Slacking a little on his chair, he smiled. He eyed the hybrid-beauty lewdly as if he is trying to strip her naked inside his twisted mind.
"I wonder what business you have to the powerless old me." She looked at the man sitting across her with disgust once she heard him stating how he wants to fuck her. This misogynist freak in front of her keeps on blabbering on and on using disturbing choice of words. As if I will allow you, a piece of trash to touch me. She thought but her smile never fades and if not, it matches her nemesis' own.
Their verbal war kept going on for an hour, revealing small details of their own twisted game of chess. Once Furuta deemed her useless, he turned his back on her and he ridicule her however it did not bode well for the owl in the cage.
"Oi Washuu" Calmly, she called out to him. Nimura halted from his tracks "You are a pathetic one yourself, no?" Eto begins once more.
"…" Nimura Furuta slightly stiffens but still he quietly listens to her. He doesn't like anyone's pity especially not from the one-eyed owl and he never like the idea of the owl's extensive knowledge about his ancestry.
"How does it feel like to be unable to call your Father, Father?" A triumphant smile spreads across her beautiful face upon observing the young Washuu stiffening. You are a piece of trash if I ever saw one.
What did the bitch— Furuta's body automatically moved on its own. Slamming his hand onto the fiberglass that is separating him from the one-eyed owl, he glared at her hatefully "DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE" He chanted like a mantra as if it will help him to disperse the green evil witch.
"Scaaaaaaaryyyyyy" she said. Furuta's reaction was beyond of what she had predicted and something inside her bloomed, happy to get into the bastard's nerve at last.
He pulled away from the fiberglass and he hurriedly left the room, seething in anger. An unwanted memory of the past haunts him again as if it just happened yesterday. He was with young Rize and he asked her if she knows about her fate. Her confirmation brought sadness to his young self and an unfathomable amount of hatred to his current self. "That bitch— I will punish her hard and well for this"
"Furuta" Another voice broke free behind him and the man in question stiffen. "You're looking rather pale" Kaneki observed how his partner is trying to recompose himself.
He turned around only to see the other source of anger and frustration yet he made sure that his smile will never fade. "It is just that I am working myself to the bone" Scratching the back of his head awkwardly, Nimura laughed.
"I see. Take care." The black reaper walked away leaving the suspicious man behind. A small part of him is curious to what did the half ghoul inside the cell said to his partner that angered the man knowing that Furuta never showed any negative emotions till now. Entering the room, he took the recorder that she asked him to install in case Furuta will come to visit her. He played the little recorder and there he heard some of the confession of his partner's involvement into some questionable missions for an unknown party and how he admitted that his predecessors have contemplated long and hard how to control the masses while they framed up different individuals and they let CCG to take them down. Is he like Ui Koori, a man from a well-off family? Perhaps. But there is nothing off about his files from the CCG archives. Kaneki contemplated for a moment and had decided to keep the recorder for future purposes. He listened to Eto's whims for a minute before leaving her.
"For the sake of the old times, kill the one-eyed king for me" Despite the cold attitude of the new reaper, Eto still told him the only wish she had since she started her rebellion against those who owns the cage.
"I have no idea to what may come beyond that and I do not have the time to listen to your whims and fancies"
Eto watched Kaneki leave after listening to what the little device had recorded. She clicked her tongue because not everything that the faint smiling clown had confessed was recorded. Looks like he purposely allowed them to play him, she turned her back and she watched the blank wall then the piles of bones inside her temporary prison. Somehow, she is wondering what Tatara and the others are doing in Rue Island around this time. With a sigh, she let go of the damn sentimentality. Closing her eyes and allowing sleep to engulf her body and mind.
In less than twenty four hours after Takatsuki's revelation that she is a ghoul in a live interview no less, Furuta was not even surprised that 'V' called him for the second time that day after he and Ken entrapped the one-eyed owl that V were trying to take down for several years now. Heels clacking onto the tiled floor of the organization's fancy-looking base, he looked around to see the pictures of the previous and current head and executives of the organization he cringe especially after seeing the man who spawned him. With a snort he entered the massive room that belongs to the organization of V and there he was greeted by a grumpy old man in a black suit and hat.
"Nimura, here's your new assignment. We cannot allow such person to roam around freely. We must do a damage control as per order by your father" The man eyed the young illegitimate Washuu with scrutinizing gaze and he beckon for another old man to give Furuta the folder where his assignment is well written. He observed how Souta's face twisted in anger for a second before recomposing himself and putting another mask that he is accustomed with.
"Consider it done" He dismissed whatever insult the older man will say. "Please excuse me. I have better things to do"