Lycoris Radiata
This concept has been in my head for awhile and its time I finally wrote it down. This is my first fanfic so please feel free to give me pointers on my writing;)
Disclaimer: The brilliance of Tokyo Ghoul belongs to the sadistic Ishida Sui and PJO to Rick Riordan
The Underworld's Asylum for the Morbidly Insane
Location: Tartarus
Purpose: To imprison the most infamously fucked up monsters of Greek legends
Day 1: Hunger
5 months, 3 hours, and 42 minutes he had been imprisoned in this god-forsaken hellhole. Not that it was any worse than Cochlea or Kanou's labs. In retrospect, at least he hadn't been able to feel his hunger in Cochlea. The shots they'd gave him had suppressed his RC cells just enough so that he didn't die of starvation. Some saliva found its way out the side of his mouth and he hastily wiped it off.
Almost as if summoned, he smelled the it before he heard it. Heavy footsteps descended then levelled out, bringing with it the smell of rotten flesh. His nose wrinkled at the foul smell, but he could feel his hunger rise from the pits of his stomach like a corpse from the dead. The footsteps halted just outside of his cell. He lifted his head to stare out at the guard, a reptilian creature much like a large green lizard walking on two legs. Smirking at the guard's cautious expression, he pulled himself to his feet and limped over to the bars, holding one hand out for the small, foul-smelling package.
Grimacing, the guard allowed the package to drop into his waiting hand and retreated quickly up the stone steps and into the darkness. Once the guard was out of sight, he savagely ripped into the meat inside the paper, gulping down large chunkfuls at a time; and once it was all gone, he was left licking the last of the blood from his black-nailed fingertips.
Sighing at the unsatisfactory meal, he let himself fall back to the ground in an undignified heap of straw bedding and chains. Absently he rubbed his burning wrists, the product of some type of dark metal fashioned into cuffs. Larger metal circlets wrapped around his abdomen and stomach to bind his kagune. Whatever the dark metal was made of, it melted his skin on contact and left the smell of burnt flesh hanging in the air. Rolling on his side, he gazed at the stone wall carved with rows of slash marks counting his days in this tiny, dark cell.
He let himself think of Hide and Touka, hell he even missed Nishio-senpai's dry comments and tsundere attitude. And, for the first time since he arrived at the Asylum, he tried to dream of happier times in the 20th ward.
Deafening screams pierced through the thick silence of the Asylum corridors that night.
The next morning, Prisoner #23301, mortal name: Kaneki Ken, was transferred to the Black Ward covered in his own blood.