Hello everyone. *hides behind couch* Er...apologies about my other story but I can say that I have not abandoned it. In fact I have written about three or four chapter ahead but chapter 5, the next chapter I am supposed to update on has been coming slowly. VERY SLOWLY. I'm sorry. :P Also IMPORTANT NOTE: This blasted application will not let me have any line breaks and I can't figure out how to fix this so for now there will be none. (Any ideas?)

Moving on... I hope you like this idea because I have no idea where I am going with it, much like the HP fanfic. Below is an extended version of the blurb. Oh god what have I got myself into.

- Tayla Jane

All Kaneki has ever wanted is a normal life to call his own. But trouble always seems to follow him around, no matter how hard he tries to get away from it. Now it seems he has been dragged into the world of ghouls, after meeting Rize and then the accident it doesn't seem like he is going to get peace and quiet any time soon.

Everyone he meets, either ghoul or human treats him as someone weak, someone to be used and then tossed away or in some cases eaten.

But he is getting tired of being treated like dirt,

Maybe it was time to crack the mask so to speak and show a little of his old self.

[Prologue]

Humans are thought to be at the top of the food chain…But there are beings who hunt them as food.

It was late in the city of Tokyo. The regular citizens of the city had settled down into their comfortable and safe homes. While others who were less….. savoury began to prowl the ever-growing darkness.

Far above the glowing lights of the city, at the very top of what was a soon-to-be viewing platform for a tourist attraction, there were faint whimpers filled with pain and despair. It was a quiet sound, only just loud enough to briefly echo out into the cool night air.

The monsters who feed on the dead flesh of humans.

A soft giggle echoed out from the viewing platform. High heels walked in a slow pace. Each step walking evenly and measured, taking their time. The whimpering intensified, a young man, sat pressing his back against a newly completed concrete wall. One hand was pressed against a wound in his stomach with growing pool of livid red blood beneath him. The other being used as a crutch to the side, stopping himself from sliding down in exhaustion. His clothes were haggard and he was pale to the point of being leeched of colour with huge rolling tears slipping out of his half closed eyes.

'S-stop…' he whispered out, in a tone barely louder than the footsteps themselves. Another giggle echoed out. Gone was the sweet innocence of a girly giggle. Instead it was filled with malice and delight of the suffering of others. The footsteps pace increased as if the owner was eager to begin something….or end someone. A figure loomed out the darkness, their features unrecognizable.

They are called….

The man was shaking with absolute fear, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Snot was running out of his nose but he made no effort to wipe it away. He couldn't do anything except watch as the shapeless figure walked closer and closer. He could hear a sliding sound, of something heavy grazing against the concrete. The sound only served to terrify him even more.

'P-please…let me g-go…' He managed to stutter out. The pool of blood below him expanded slightly as his bowels loosened and then emptied.

'No.' The dark figure said quietly, a smile in their voice.

The last thing the young man saw was a girl younger than he was, leaning towards him, arms stretched out as if to embrace him with a wide malice filled grin etched onto her face. Then his vision was tipping forward, his head no longer connected to his shoulders and landing with a soft thump in his own lap. There was a final soft giggle before the night was silent save for the sounds of ripping and tearing.

Ghouls.