I only own Yukiko and Jun and their relatives all other characters belong to the series of Tokyo Ghoul which is owned by Sui Ishida .
The figure loomed over the rooftop, silently observing the violent situation that unfolded beneath them. Two attackers. One victim. But who would be their next kill?
His broken body rested against the damp alley wall. Two guns pointed to his head, the elderly man had no choice but to empty his pockets of the little change he had.
"That's it?"
A loud click echoed through the alley, "don't make me waste caps on you, old man."
"Please, I have nothing else."
The victim whimpered, his eyes bulging with fear.
"He's gonna' make me do it, make me blow his brains out, right?" he paused, "right, dude…"
Blood splattered across the face of the old man, tinting his grey beard pink. His arms instinctively reached up to grab the falling body.
His confused eyes darted around the darkness. His attackers were dead, the warmth of the body he held pooled onto his lap, but how?
Through the shadow a silver glint shifted and pushed the carcass off of him. A blade? Blue eyes glared into his, the face concealed completely by a black mask.
"Run."
It took a few moments for the command to sink in before he was up on his feet sprinting like a mad man. The shrieks could still be heard in the distance, even as they met with the busy street.
The figure sighed, sounding almost relieved.
From behind a skip, they brought out a freezer box which they placed beside the two bodies. Metal clinked against metal, as they revealed the axe that had been strapped to their thigh.
"How many innocent people have you tormented and killed?" they rasped beneath their mask, as though expecting a reply, "well, not any more."
The first of many swings cracked against bone and concrete.
The figure suddenly stiffened. A dark presence crept behind them, whipping the blade from its sheath once more and pointed it towards the monster behind them.
A ghoul.
It was male, long wiry hair fell flat on its shoulders and a white mask covering its face. His eyes trailed to the dead bodies behind the figure.
"You're human," he focused on the blade, "you must know that won't cut me."
The human was silent. A bright red scythe like form extended from his back and loomed above him threateningly. His Kagune.
"These are my kills and I don't like sharing."
The ghoul laughed, "I'll just take you then as well."
The red scythe lunged forward, aiming for the arm that held the sword. The human dodged the attack, the pointed edge just skimming their skin. However the ghoul was relentless thrusting his Kagune making it harder to dodge.
But as the next attack was to hit, the human brought up their blade and blocked it. Steadily maintaining the force of the ghouls attack before thrusting the Kagune away.
"What the..."
The human lunged forward and embedded the sword into the ghoul's chest. A look of disbelief and discomfort glared into the eyes of the human. They quickly removed the hilt and sheathed it once more.
"Consider that a warning."
The ghoul growled, but began to retreat, "I'll give you a warning, as you were so kind as to give me one. The feeding grounds you kill on belong to a maniac ghoul and his crew. If I were you, I'd take you killing elsewhere. Ghouls are very territorial."
"Thanks. I'll bare that in mind."
Once the human was alone, did the job of dismembering the bodies began. Hacking at the limbs and torso, so they were hand-size pieces. Only when sirens were audible did they finish their job. Packing the equipment away and the meat into the freezer box.
Disappearing into the darkness just as the police showed.
"Yukiko," a young boy yelled.
The boy stood beside a tall suited man, his glasses propped precisely at the end of his nose. His eyes glared at the approaching woman that was Yukiko.
"Late again, Ms Miko. This is the third time this week, are you aware school continues to finish at half three for all students? Jun is no exception."
She unconsciously tugged at her work uniform, her face blushing with guilt.
"I'm sorry Mr Saido, we're quite short staffed at the moment and finishing on time..."
"That really is no excuse to compromise your brother's safety. With all the recent ghoul incidents, he needs to be home safe as soon as possible," he sighed, "the next time this happens I will have to take it up with child services."
"No," Jun protested, running into her sister's side.
"I promise. Tomorrow I'll be on time, I'll even be early."
The teacher smiled, heading back into the grounds, "I hope so."
Yukiko smacked her palm to her forehead, letting out a groan.
'Come on, let's get going," she held Jun's hand and walked down the darkening street, "did you learn anything fun at school?"
"Not really, school's boring," he paused, "we had an assembly about what to do if we see a ghoul."
Yukiko visibly stiffened. Her eyes looked over her brother, his little brown eager eyes and dusty blonde hair looked so innocent.
"Well then, what do you do?"
"Step one: make sure you call the police. Step two: run, if they haven't seen you. But if they have, then hide," Jun let out loud growl, imitating an animal pouncing on prey, "but you're probably gonna get eaten anyway."
"Just run as fast as you can and come home," Yukiko smirked, "I wouldn't let you get eaten. After all you're my plan B for supper tonight."
Yukiko suddenly snarled and chased Jun along the path, trying to 'bite' him.
They arrived back at their home, a two bedroomed apartment at the top of a block.
"I win, I win. You lose, you lose so you smell like poo."
Yukiko caught her breathe while opening the door, "looks like someone isn't getting any dinner tonight."
"You're just jealous that I'm faster than you."
Jun sprung past his sister running down the hall to his room, shouting 'na-ne-na'.
'He really is so energetic, you'd really think...'
A passing ambulance siren broke her thought, dumping her bags on the floor she headed into the kitchen.
A tidy mess would be the only way to describe it. Dirty dishes stacked neatly by the sink and several cans washed out ready for recycling.
Yukiko inspected the contents of the fridge.
"Damn it."
She opened the freezer door and her forehead creased, "shit."
"That's a bad word."
"I know, best not be hearing you say it. Or I'll wash your mouth out with soap."
"I would bite your hand off," he threatened.
She glanced at him, "speaking of which, I have to go shopping again. We have enough for dinner today and the next few days but..."
"You said you would help me with my homework."
"I will tomorrow..."
"It's due in tomorrow, remember."
"Damn it."
Jun propped his books on the table, opening them to his work. A pout pursed his lips as he defiantly glared at his sister.
"I guess it can wait till another night. Let's get this out of the way. Don't want Mr Saido getting his knickers in a twist again."
"Mr Saido doesn't wear knickers," Jun giggled.
"I bet he does. Right get on with your work and if you need any help come ask me a question."
Yukiko turned the radio on, tuning into the news station.
"So there still going on about it..."
"INVESTIGATORS ARE SUGGESTING THAT THE INCIDENT INVOLVING THE TWO CRIMINALS WAS NOT GHOUL MURDERS, IN FACT THEY BELIEVE IT TO BE GANG RELATED. WHILE THE DEATHS SHARE MANY SIMILARITIES BETWEEN A GHOUL FEEDING, THE BODIES WERE MUTILATED VIA A BLADE SOMETHING UNCOMMON AMONG GHOUL INCIDENTS."
She listened while she prepared their dinner. From the fridge grabbed a bag of meat identified as 'Jun's' and a handful of vegetables. Soon enough the kitchen was filled with scent of frying pork and vegetables, which she cooked separately.
"WHAT IS WORRYING THE LOCAL POLICE FORCE IS THE FACT PEOPLE MAY BE IMITATING GHOUL KILLINGS...'
Yukiko fetched two bowls and put them to one side ready. Waiting, her eyes drifted to a family photo from when her mother was still alive.
Jun would have been no older than three, and herself fifteen. A trip to the beach gone sour. It had rained all day. Even in the photo, the drizzle was visible. Rain coats protected them.
Even so, a little water didn't dampen the beaming smiles. The three of them were together, nothing could make the family happier.
Now however...
"Sis, what's an acute angle again?"
Yukiko jumped up and sighed, "why did you have to start with a maths question. It's the small one, think cute equals small."
He nodded and scribbled down some calculations.
Yukiko smiled. Her brother was doing well at school and all the teachers thought he would excel in life.
She looked at the pan where the meat crackled within. A nausea swirled through her stomach, she had been a vegetarian almost year now and the sight of ribeye steak usually messed up her appetite.
Jun's dinner was a different story entirely.
Her brother was a ghoul. Yukiko couldn't help but think who that meat once was.
Actually she knew full well. A criminal to be precised, the same thug that's murder had been continuously reported on.
"Dinner's ready," she said, "move your books over, don't want to get them mucky.
"It smells great, what am I having?"
"Fried pork, your favourite."
Yukiko placed the plates on the table and watched as her brother dug straight in. His eyes changing into the terrifying black and red pattern, that had become abnormally regular for her.
With a mouthful of food, Jun looked at the bowl of vegetables in front of his sister and turned his nose.
"Eww, that smells horrible."
"It would be to you, you're allergic to this stuff."
For Jun to live an ordinary full life, the only way was to make him believe he himself is human.
It would be easier for everyone else to fall for the lie, if the one living it also accepted it.
The school was under the impression that he was severely allergic to dairy, gluten, lupin anything that could be thought of. So for lunch he would have to come home, and Yukiko would prepare it for him.
The risk of a lawsuit because a kid died of an allergy clearly took priority over the the child being able to hang out with their friends. Obviously.
It wasn't so bad, Yukiko managed to organise her shift pattern at work so it fit around Jun's lunch time.
"I hate been allergic to so much food, all the other kids get to play together."
"Now, what's wrong with spending time with your big sister?"
He shrugged, "I'm not saying you're boring but..."
Yukiko laughed, "well this weekend shall we do something fun?"
"Yeah," he exclaimed, "but we have to visit Mum first. It's her birthday."
"You remembered," she whispered.
The hardest pretence to put Jun through was who Yukiko and her mother was to him.
Looking over her husband casket as it was slowly buried, was difficult. However, the face of her devastated daughter clawed at her heart, leaving what felt like physical puncture wounds.
From the opposites side of the coffin, she felt her own father's eyes hovering over her.
She knew what they were seeking, hoping to find. The innocent face of his grief stricken daughter. But she was hidden well beneath the layers of an enraged woman contemplating revenge.
Vendetta against the creature that took her love and daughter's father like it was nothing.
The ghoul that killed him.
As the funeral drew to an end and with the guests giving their condolences as they left, her father placed a gentle arm around her shoulders.
The mother said, "Yukiko, go wait in the car. Your grandfather and I must speak."
"But I don't want to be alone..."
"I said go," her mother shouted.
Yukiko's grandfather watched as Yukiko left, walking though the crowd of nosy by standers.
"You shouldn't be so hard on her, Akane," he said and looked at her, "you want to seek revenge, don't you?"
"Do not talk down to me like I am child," she growled, "is this not why, since I was a little girl ,you trained me in Kendo?"
"No. I trained you so you could spend some time with your old man and if the time ever came you could defend yourself. Not to seek revenge against a creature that will kill you."
Akane smashed her fist into the wall, a drip of blood trailing her knuckles.
"Don't underestimate me. If I was using your kata-yō, that thing wouldn't stand a chance."
"My kata-yō is used only for training it holds no special..."
"Don't give me that. The sword you keep in the attic wrapped up and hidden. It can't be called Shōmetsu for nothing."
Her father was silent for a moment, his eyes resting on Akanes fiery features.
"You must take full responsibility for the consequences of your revenge. If your life is taken, you must understand you will be leaving Yukiko without a mother."
For a moment a flicker of doubt cooled her eyes, "I won't die, I have to much left to live for."
An abrupt honking of a car horn interrupted their conversation. Yukiko beckoned her mother to hurry up from the car, now the only one left in the car park.
"Once Yukiko is asleep come over and we'll discuss the plan. "
Akane nodded and headed towards her car. Her shoulders were slowly feeling lighter.
"Grandpa," Jun exclaimed as he rushed through the open door.
The elderly man was found in his kitchen, pouring some coffee. He smiled as his grandson bumped into his leg.
Ruffling the boy's hair he smirked, "how do you know to come over whenever I'm pouring coffee? It's like you have a sixth sense."
Yukiko entered the kitchen and sat down at table. The musky smell was nostalgic of her childhood, sitting on the porch she would watch her mother practise Kendo. Eventually, when she was older she too joined the family tradition.
"Jun did all his homework so I promised him a visit."
"Is that so?" the old man exclaimed, "guess that's deserving of a coffee."
Once Jun's drink had been poured, he ran out into the garden to play. Their grandfather took a seat opposite Yukiko, offering her a cup.
"I get the feeling this isn't a visit just for Jun."
"I need a hand with the school run. Lately I keep getting held back at work, if you could just pick him from school for the next week I would be very grateful."
He nodded and glumly looked over his granddaughter.
"Not that I regret having a grandson but letting your mother take down that ghoul," he paused to stir his coffee, "I regret it. Putting you through this, having to kill people..."
"Don't," she said, "I love my brother, I'm glad my mum killed that ghoul. I wouldn't know what to do without him."
"It definitely gives you another perspective of the whole ghoul situation."
For a moment they watched Jun chase a butterfly, running along the flowerbed trying to catch it with cupped hands.
"I've been wondering," Yukiko said, "when mum found him in that apartment as a baby, was there any sign of a father?"
"No and I don't know a lot about ghoul relations, whether they stay as a pair to raise young or if the mother is left alone."
"If there was a father, six years has passed with no contact. Surely he would have tried to find him," Yukiko shivered at the thought.
"We can only hope that he will never find you and Jun. God knows what he would do to you."
Yukiko nodded and sipped the last of her coffee, "we had best be going, don't want to miss the last bus."
She called her brother and with just several complaints and groans they were out the door. Jun had jumped on Yukiko's back, much to her disapproval and was waving to his grandfather.
He solemnly watched his grandchildren leave.
"Are you proud Akane?" He whispered.