Tokyo Ghoul: A Flower Colored Darker Than Black

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Silence... a cold, yet chilling silence settled in the air. Chains rattled ever so silently, links clinking softly with each sway. The room was wretched, the air tinted with rotting flesh and pungent with the taint of blood. The floor checkered with black and white, the ceiling with a bloody cage. A table, lined with deathly tools, settled on wood. Pliers, saws, needles, cleavers, weapons or painful instruments of pain laid there.

A chair was settled in the center of the room, blood splatters circling all around it. The wood remained weak, yet continued to remain firm and sturdy. A single person rested there. His clothes, ripped and tattered, hung on his frame. It was slim, yet mass etched into every fiber, becoming thick muscle atop the brittle bone. The top was torn apart, the sleeves shredded and left only the arms. Bruises and scars were left behind at the skin, the fingers bearing red, irritated skin, and the nails as black as the floor. His pants were equally as damaged, coming only to the calves. Like the muscle at the legs, injuries were left behind, and like the nails at his fingers, his toes were also red and irritated with damaged skin. His head was left hanging, lowered with the white strands flowing down, hiding his eyes with scars and wounds and bruises were left on his cheeks.

The door to the room opened, the metal doors swinging outward. The owner of this room stepped inside, his tall frame waltzing forward. Every inch of him was well-toned and thick, his blonde hair slicked back, a white mask hiding away his face from prying eyes. It was modeled to be akin to a hockey mask, and dressed in a pristine white, ornate suit with a black undershirt, buttoned neatly and well with a yellow tie at the neck, hung around his collar like a noose. Like his jacket, his slacks were of the same pure color, which contrasted to his hellish existence.

"You look comfortable," the man noted as he walked toward the young man who sat in the chair, his hands and feet bound by steel chain. "Then again, given how long you've been here, I suppose I should be impressed. Look at you! So calm, so cool... and yet so ready to crack!" He threw his head back as he laughed, which sounded more like death roes as he tapped the pliers in his hand into his palm. "I'm sure you can hear the sounds outside, right? The sounds of Ghouls being slaughtered left and right? That's the CCG knocking at our front door, you know. They walking into our little hang out, guns blazing like some kind of hero or something. While I wish we could continue this game..."

He stopped, several feet away from the youth, his pliers falling into his hand. He gripped it into a vice-like hold, his broad hands clenched around the steel. "Everything has to come to an end." the man said as he tossed the pliers to the table, and slowly pulled the mask up, revealing only the lower half of his face, which showed a sickening grin. "Oh, and we also have new orders as well... What was the name of that little group of yours? Anteiku? Yeah... they're to be eliminated."

He pulled the mask back, revealing narrowed and squinty, cold and brutal eyes, and a pungent and thick nose. "So, whaddya say, kiddo? Shall I devour you here... at the end of it all?"

He stopped right in front of the youth, his head lowered, and his fingers twitching in anticipation. He could hear it now, the sound of blood being splattered in gallons, and bones being crushed into more crumbs. Flesh would be torn apart, and left only as unrecognizable mush. He glowered at his prize, waiting for the opportune time. He wanted one last look, one last time to see the face of one of the most intriguing specimens he ever had the pleasure of toying with.

He hadn't not expected them to chuckle. He also hadn't expected them to sound so feminine... and so familiar.

"We meet again," the boy chuckled as he lifted his face, revealing a woman with violet eyes and hair, the strands falling down past her shoulders and hung like a drape. Her eyes showed only amusement, and her luscious, beautiful lips curled into a smirk. "Poor Yamori... all that brawn and no brain."

Yamori felt his body shake. There it was! The face of that damnable woman! The face of the one who humiliated him so much! Oh, what wondrous joy he felt! Here she was, right in front of him with his toy! He could only laugh as he cracked the bones in his finger, the muscles in his back contracting as the blood began to flow and throb. "I knew there was something special about you!" he screamed as bloody thorns erupted from his back, twisted and mangled wings stretching outward and poised to kill. "Let me... TAKE FROM YOU!"

The demonic tendrils lashed forward, slamming right into the young man that sat in the chair. Chains and wood were snapped apart and torn into mere shreds. Smoke clouded all around him like a cape or a cloak, hiding everything from view. Yamori grinned in sickly pleasure, relishing his action. When the smoke would clear, he would only find death in it's finest form, a pleasure only he could indulge himself in.

Then, he found his neck being roped in iron. He gagged as his body was jerked back, his fingers wrapping around the chain. He felt a weight on his back, someone holding the chain tightly.

"If you want something to eat," the youth told him from behind, his voice so calm and cool as it had been. "then devour this."

Yamori roared as he threw the boy over his shoulder, the chains snapping with ease. He felt a sharp pain erupt from his cheek, but only for a moment as the young man flew through the air, twirling as he soared before his feet landed gently on the ground with grace. His white hair shifted, revealing the right eye with a violet iris of untold brilliance... and a bloody red eye, surrounded by a charcoal darkness all around the sclera as it glared back at him.

Yamori growled in annoyance and anger. How did he escape?! And where did he get this strength?! He was left weak from the RC Cell Suppressants that was placed into the retina of his eye! It was the only place where they were truly vulnerable with normal tools. So how?! How could he have gotten this strong?! The young man said nothing, his face still etched in a cold expression as he wiped something away from his mouth, a red smear painted on his fingers.

"That's foul..."

Yamori realized what the smear was when he felt something trail down the side of his cheeks, eyes widening with outrage.

"Y-you bit me?!"

His hand fell from his face, eyes uncaring and revealing a cold menace. "You taste like intestines of a fish on the verge of rotting."

The burly Ghoul growled in anger, his thorny appendages launching themselves forward, into the air and aimed to reduce the youth to a mere bloody splatter and mangled lump of flesh. The youth leaped to intercept, his body whirling around and spinning, avoiding each lash easily. When one of the two demented wings came too close for comfort, he would angle himself so it would spin around him. When it almost impaled him, he would use his strength to bounce away, using the demented limb as a mere springboard before leaping against the other one. However, his target was clear, and Yamori grinned madly, revealing the pearly whites in his mouth. The teen tried to slam his leg into him, but he had caught the limb with his hands, digging his fingers into the flesh itself, tightening the grip to where nothing except amputation would free it.

"I've got you now-!"

The teen merely stared at him with indifference, his menace becoming a imposing being as he twirled around in his grasp. His leg twisted, the bones cracking and breaking, shattering into bits while the flesh split cleanly. Yamori couldn't help but express surprise. Not only had he gained strength, rather than weakness like he had expected, he had grown bold and uncaring of himself! He willingly damaged his own body! Finally gaining distance, and a momentum from the spin, the teen threw his other leg, the heel slamming straight into the man's jaw. A shattering 'crack' echoed in the air harshly as Yamori lost his grip, his immense form being flung back. His hulking frame bounced across the floor, destroying the table lined with his tools before he crashed into the wall. Debris and smoke flew into the air.

The white-haired boy looked down at his twisted leg. Within a moment, it spun back back into place, the cut sown closed, and the bones pulling themselves back into place. "You think, after everything you've done..." he said coldly, looking back at where his adversary rested. "...something like that hurts?"

Groans and growls emerged from the cloud of dust. Incoherent mutterings accompanied the sounds of flesh being ripped apart and being mended back together, bones breaking and shattering before being repaired. "I-I'll kill you..." Yamori growled, his voice becoming cracked and wrecked with pain and suffering. Rather than the twisted and demented wings that emerged from his back, thick bloody armor began to encroach his arm, wrapping around it to the point where his flesh was being crushed and turned into mince-meat. The armor even dug into his skull, entering the corners of his mouth and covering the upper half of his face, even his scalp. "I-I'll kill you!" Yamori howled, saliva drooling down his mouth and spit being flung into the air with each word. "Kill you! Kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!"

In response to the madness, the youth cracked his index finger with his thumb, a smirk pulling onto his face. Yamori had enough waiting around. He didn't care anymore. This brat, t-this maddening little insect, he-he was a pest! A-a pest! Pest! Pest! P-pest needed to die! T-they all deserve to be squashed! K-kill him! Kill him! Devour! E-eat! Consume his very being! Leave nothing! G-gah, this madness he felt... oh, how he wished he could relish it with his own sanity! This wonderful power was beginning to drive him mad! Mad! Mad! MAD!

"LUUUUUUUUKAAAAAA!"

Yamori lunged, his armored arm reaching forward to grab and crush the ant in front of him. The teen moved in tandem, his body flowing underneath the attack before moving behind the hulking behemoth. The Ghoul known as Jason whirled around on his foot, swinging his arm like a club. Lelouch leaped over it, twirling over Yamori before landing back on his feet, and delivering a back-kick to his face. The attack had no effect, the armor easily absorbing the impact. Again, Yamori went on the offensive, trying to grab and smash him. He swung his arm wildly, trying to touch and destroy, but Lelouch was agile in his feet, easily avoiding each strike. Annoyed, he tried to punch him straight through, giving the young Ghoul the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He ducked underneath the strike, and reared his arm back, stepping forward and delivering a strike to his gut. The punch hit him square and dead-on, the flesh shaking and the air shuddering. At first, there was no reaction, the two stood in silence. Yamori delivered a sick grin. The attack had done no damage at all. Lelouch was left at point-blank, no where to move. That fact alone provided him the opportunity as his armored limb wrapped around him before he could escape, enveloping his form completely in a bloody dome before he sent him flying with a toss. It was a straight shot, no tumbling, and the youth slammed directly into the wall. The force behind the throw was immense, enough so that the ground shook with tremendous force, and pieces of the caged ceiling fell to the ground.

Yamori panted heavily, his right side feeling heavily weighed. Sweat poured down his body, trying to catch his breath. What a hassle, how hard was it to put down a bug? Oh, well, what did it matter now? H-he was dead, right? Dead like a doornail? Dead as d-dead? Hahahahaha! What-what luck! What good timing! He struggled, but he destroyed him! He-he was nothing but a splatter! That meant he could eat him, right?! Right?! No one was stopping him! Ooh... ooooh! The hunger! It was so maddening! So maddening! He-he needed to eat... he needed to-!

He stopped when he saw Lelouch step out of the cloud of debris, his body untouched and unharmed. "Was that it?" he asked, almost mockingly as he cracked his middle finger. His top fluttered, a black blotch on his back forming before four purple-red tendrils emerged out, spreading outward and forming into sharp, lashing spears. He grinned widely as he looked back at Yamori, who watched in anger and hunger. "Looks like... it's my turn."

Yamori growled, panting like a dog before he tossed himself forward, ready to destroy him again. "LUUUKAAAA!" he cried out. Lelouch, however, was the one to attack first, leaping into the air with his tendrils stabbed into the ground, and leaving his body to strike away freely with the other two. They attacked in swift tandem, Yamori barely able to properly defend himself. He slammed his arm back and forth, defending and blocking against each strike. However, he was defending against one at a time, and found himself quickly being attacked with an even quicker pace. He could not keep up.

Eventually, the tendrils attacked all at once. The two launched forward, faster than what Yamori was able to defend, and crushed the ground. Another dust cloud launched all around while Lelouch fell back to the ground with a crouch, his tendrils keeping him balanced. He sat there for a few seconds, staring at the cloud with a malicious intent as he stood back up, his tendrils not losing their tension. When he stood back up, Yamori launched out of the cloud, the armor broken away to reveal his eyes, wide and broken with absolute madness. Now, only hunger and madness plagued his once horrifying psyche.

"LUUUUUUUUUKAAAAAAAA!"

And so they danced again, tendrils clashing against an armored limb. Yamori's movements became sluggish and eratic, and Lelouch moved with a terrifying quickness, and a methodical onslaught. The armor was creaking and cracking, looking ready to break. It could not handle the overwhelming attacks that happened at such a terrifying pace. Yamori did not care. He was little but a mindless beast now, which served to the teen's favor. When the Ghoul tried to bash him in, attacking from behind with a whirling backhand, Lelouch had moved with a nearly unbelievable speed, the tendrils all poised. He floated underneath the strike, and the tendrils were aimed to strike with a deadly stab. It was over, and Yamori did not realize it.

He struck.

The armor broke apart, creating bloody pieces of brittle. Lelouch's body was launched into the air, having struck with a soaring pierce. Yamori screamed in pain, feeling the madness that idled his mind becoming wrought with searing pain. He didn't even see the tendrils slamming down upon him, this time with an even greater force. It smashed down upon his body, obliterating the ground completely. Yet another cloud of dust was launched into the air.

When it cleared, Yamori laid on the ground, beaten and broken, the armor that once shielded his body degraded. Cuts, bruises, and wounds painted his skin. His attire was long gone, reduced to mere shambles. Lelouch stood outside the crater, the tendrils still present, and his gaze still as cold. He cracked his ring finger as one of the tendrils moved, piercing Yamori's left arm. The man screamed out in agony and pain, feeling the bones in his wrist being severed completely.

Lelouch did not care for it. "...What's one thousand minus seven?" he asked. Yamori glanced back at him, shaking and shivering from pain and fright. That question was the same one he frequently asked during their 'play time.' That question was meant for them to not crack from the pain, to not snap from the agony, and to remember every morel of pain. And now... it was being directed at him.

He did not answer. Another tendril pierced him, this time in his left ankle. Again, he screamed.

Again, Lelouch did not care. "I'll ask you again..." he said coldly, repeating himself. "What's one thousand minus seven?"

Yamori still did not answer. He couldn't, not when his body was aching and screaming in absolute pain and agony. Another tendril struck him, and pierced his right ankle. "I can keep this up all day." the boy told him harshly. "Answer the question... what is one thousand minus seven?"

Finally, when the fourth tendril destroyed his right hand, Yamori, unable to stand the pain and seeking any way out, answered, his voice cracked. "N-nine hundered... ninety three...!" he called out, tears dropping from his face and streaming down his cheeks, falling from his chin. "N-nine hundred... eighty six... N-nine hundred... seventy.. s-seventy nine... N-nine... Nine h-hundred... a-and seventy three..."

As he continued to call out numbers, Lelouch sat on his back. The tendrils kept him pinned to the ground, and Lelouch did not leave him any room to escape... not in his condition. "You tried to kill me earlier..." he said, his tone dark as he cracked his pinky finger, his left hand going to his ear, where a creature squirmed inside the canal. "Even worse, you tried to kill Euphie..." He took hold of its head, and pulled it out, blood dribbling out of the hole as the centipede fell to the floor with a splat. "...so you have no right to complain if I eat you."

He leaned forward.

"...right?"

He opened his mouth, and clamped his teeth down on Yamori's neck.

A gulp echoed silently.

On that day, the Ghoul Luka Mezame, formerly Demon Emperor Lelouch vi Britannia, lost his humanity for the second time