A/N: I went on an Ai No Kusabi binge and this is the result. I had a blast writing for Amon in a previous fic and felt the need to ship him again. He's going to seem a bit passive in this first bit before his ghoul-hating attitude starts to shine. But keep in mind I'm shipping him in place of Iason Mink so he's going to be a possessive, ghoul hating dude. But still hot. Lol. All I can say is try to keep an open mind, things will start to pick up in the next chapter. If you don't like it, then don't read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

Chapter 1

Exhausted, dark eyes stared out the window at the passing scenery, large hands gripping the steering wheel tiredly. Everything, the evening sky, the buildings and various shops, blended together as they did every night on his way home. He just wanted to get home, shower, eat, and relax. He wanted to put the day, and every day before it, behind him. Allow them to fade into the past where they very well belonged. But that would be asking for too much. The thick folder, filled with recent ghoul victims, which sat almost haphazardly on the seat beside him reminded him of such. This was the quiet, redundant life of detective Koutarou Amon.

He worked to right the wrongs of the world, carrying the dark burden of his broken childhood over his head as a constant reminder that he needed no one but himself. He trusted no one. Out of the reoccurring, looming fear of becoming one of the many unsolved cases of ghoul murders, Amon kept to himself. He did his job as a ghoul investigator, kept his cross close to his heart, said his prayers, and lived his life day by day. He lived alone on the opposite side of town alone, just where the bustling city life quitted down to small neighborhoods. He was a man that had to keep busy, had to keep moving to feel like he had a defined purpose in life. Besides, not doing anything meant he would have time to think about just how screwed up their world really was and those were thoughts he could very well do without.

Amon rounded yet another corner, turning down one of the many familiar roads he took to get home. The sidewalks were empty, with the exception of shop keepers that were just closing up for the evening and the customers that were forced to return to their own homes. Those whom recognized him waved and smiled kindly, a gesture he returned out of the sake of being polite. He cut his eyes back to the road, and not a moment too soon, just as a figure collapsed into the street. He skidded to a halt, the screeching of his tires causing those who passed by to stop and stare. Amon got out of his car, motioning quickly over to the body sprawled out onto the cool asphalt.

"Hello?" He gently shook them. "Are you alright?"

A low groan was his only answer.

He rolled them over onto their back, shocked, when a curtain of wavy, jet black locks streaked with blue, fell from under their hood. He looked down into the barely conscious face of a young girl, her chocolate eyes half lidded as she tried her hardest to keep them open. She was small in stature with porcelain, copper brown skin.

"Are you alright?" Amon asked again, this time the urgency apparent in his voice.

"Help… me…" She managed a whisper.

"I'm going to get you to a hospital." He announced as he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her over to his car.

She groaned again in protest as he settled her into the backseat, strapping her in place before shutting the door. He climbed back into the front seat, driving into the opposite direction of his home as he headed to the nearest hospital.

"No!" The girl suddenly said, startling the man.

"What is it?" Amon immediately stopped the car, turning to face the girl.

"There… is nothing wrong… with me." Though weak she managed to sit up, lifting her eyes to meet his. "I'm just hungry."

Amon's brow furrowed in confusion for a moment as he watched her settle back into the seat. "Just hungry?" He repeated slowly.

She nodded, her arms folding loosely at her chest. "I know a place not too far from here you can take me."

Said place turned out to a small ramen shop he'd managed to never notice before. It wasn't necessarily a hole in the wall, but it was definitely a place he wouldn't visit willingly. The light outside the wooden door flickered unwelcomingly, and there was a single room inside the whole building that seemed to be illuminated.

"Thank you," She said as she opened the back door.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Amon asked as he too climbed from the car. "You collapsed in the street."

She turned a glance at him over her shoulder, and for a second just stared at him. The air was cool, crisp, as it shifted dark tresses about her round face. "You're very kind," She noted with a soft smile. "Others would have left me there…" She paused thoughtfully before gesturing for him to follow. "Come, I have something for you."

She opened the door and stepped inside the small shop's welcoming warmth, waiting patiently for him to follow.

"Kiyomi." An older fellow, he too clad in all black, scolded from behind the countertop. The inside was far more appealing to the eye than the outside, Amon quietly nodded to himself. Different spices and herbs flitted in the air around his nose, and before he knew it his own belly gave a fitful growl. The man behind the counter cut his eyes away from the girl, Kiyomi, to focus on Amon. "Please, have a seat. I'll make you something on the house."

"Oh, that really isn't necessary." Said Amon. He didn't have the time to sit around, nor did he want to. After the day he'd had he just wanted to get home, finish filing the murders he didn't finish at the office, and get some sleep.

"But I insist," Said the old man. "It's the least I can do for you bringing Kiyomi home. I take my eyes off of her for one minute and she's gone. Such a problem child."

The girl known as Kiyomi simply rolled her eyes, shaking off the comment, as she slipped out of her jacket.

Amon, by this point, reluctantly took the seat and food that was offered to him. He ate quietly, his eyes scanning over what little décor the ramen shop held. He could tell by the family portraits along the walls and pictures a child more than likely colored that the place was family owned. Photos of a little girl with a head full of black and blue lined the counter furthest from him.

"Are you finished?" Kiyomi suddenly asked as she appeared at his side.

"Oh… I am… thank you." Amon said. He moved out of the way so she could collect his now empty bowl and silverware.

"You're welcome," She smiled. "Papa is the best cook."

"You guys own this place?"

"My papa does, he took over after his papa died."

"Well the meal was delicious, have you eaten?"

"I will eat soon enough." Said Kiyomi. "Here, follow me."

"I really should be going, it is getting pretty late." Amon casted a glance to the watch on his wrist.

"It will only take a second; I want to thank you for helping me out." She signaled for him to follow her as she motioned towards a set of wooden stairs. "I just hate owing people."

Amon followed behind the girl as she led him to one of the few rooms the second floor housed. Amon had no time to react as Kiyomi pushed him down onto a small couch with so much force it knocked the air from the man's lungs.

"What the-" Came his incomplete thoughts as he recovered his breath, just as the girl climbed on top of him.

Staring down at him, her eyes not once leaving his, she began to undress herself. Her shirt was the first to go, lifted up and over her head until she sat in nothing but a lose camisole that hung off her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Amon managed to ask. Kiyomi lowered her face to the crook of his neck where she inhaled the sweet musk that radiated off his skin. Her body was warm, her touch electrifying.

"Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of clothes?" Her voice came as a hushed whisper.

"Blood? What are-"

Amon howled in pain as Kiyomi bit down into his flesh, drawing a stream of blood. She sat back with a moan, her hips rocking into his, as she savored the sweet, metallic taste.

"God… you taste better than you look." She said as she gripped his shoulders, pulling him up.

Kiyomi brought her teeth back down into Amon's flesh, tearing some from the bone, as another howl erupted from the man. Tittering on the boarder of becoming unconscious, Amon managed to dig into his pants pocket to remove the taser his partner, a rather eccentric old man, insisted he carry. Without hesitating he shoved it into the girl's side, delivering two powerful jolts of electricity that left the girl screaming in discomfort as she released her hold on him. Amon pushed her body to the floor with a weak shove as he managed to get to his feet, swaying just a bit before steadying himself.

"You… you are a ghoul." He hissed as he gripped the side of his neck that she bit tightly.

Kiyomi groaned in pain as she curled in on herself.

"Let me show you what we detectives do to ghouls."

The last thing Kiyomi saw before being engulfed into darkness was Amon's bloody hand reaching out for her.