DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul.
A/N: This is a fic not for kids or anyone who doesn't like dark and twisted minds.
AU. (It's AU you've been warned). Centers the life of a game developer (Akira) who grew up just fine despite the abuse of her father. Kept captive by her insane father and surrounded by malicious men, is there is at least one guy who genuinely cares for her? Amon? Takizawa? Haise? Someone else? [MeAndMyTwistedMind]
Warning! Incest involved in this chapter!
re:CAPTIVITY 01
Akira Mado and her partner, Takizawa Seido, are working on a project together. They are required to develop a new hit game for their company to regain it's former glory being the top of the gaming industry. Once they've finished a prototype of their idea, they will submit it to their boss, Arima Kishou, who will approve of their work. Once approved they will be given a team to develop the game.
"Ah! My head is spinning already, I can't work anymore."
"I'm the one doing all the coding work so stop complaining."
"Well I did the art! That counts for something!"
"Your art is mere guide! I can do that without you!"
Slamming their heads towards each other, gritting their teeth in irritation, the two were already stressed and this little debate is what keeps them awake. One of their co-workers appeared between them, pushiing them apart from each other.
"Could you two knock it off? Some of us are trying to work too." Takeomi Kuroiwa says after he's separated the two.
Takizawa rolled his chair away from his partner to get some coffee on his desk. "Thank you Takeomi, without you I would've stained my hands tonight." he says while making instant coffee.
"Takeomi please assist me when I carry this idiot's body outside." Akira tells their co-worker.
Takeomi chuckled and returned to his seat, letting Takizawa throw a crumpled piece of paper towards the blonde employee. Akira shot Takizawa a glare. "That's one of the character design I'm working on. For the main character." he says and blew on the smoke above his mug.
"Then why'd you trash it like this?" she picked up the paper to see his sketch. "Never mind, it's trash."
"Trash my ass, why won't you design for him!"
"Why'd his hair have to be so freaking colorful? He's a guy who supposedly suffered a lot and yet this hairstyle and choice of clothing is against the plot." Akira crumpled the paper again, throwing it towards Takizawa who couldn't dodge it.
"Watch it my coffee!"
"What are you two working on anyway?" Takeomi asked out of curiosity. "You always stay late in the office. Maybe it's about time you tell me what it's about?"
Both Takizawa and Akira smirked. "Not telling you a thing, Takeomi." Takizawa says with a smug face.
"Very subtle way to ask for ideas, but not gonna work." Akira added, making their co-worker laugh at the accusation. True he was also assigned to develop an idea for a hit game like they do but he'd never think of stealing their hard work.
"Alright, alright. I'll wait until you're ready." he says in defeat.
Akira leaned on her seat, glancing at the mini clock on her table, seeing that it was very late already. "Oh, I have to be home by now."
"It's only 11." Takizawa says, dragging his chair using his butt and arrived beside her. "We said we'd be here until 1 in the morning. We're not even halfway the first scene!"
"Yeah but I have a curfew remember?" she tells him, flicking his head and he blew on her finger.
"Flick me again and this coffee goes to your uniform." he threatens.
"I'll leave my laptop here. You can do your part and I'll make it up next time." Akira says as she got up her seat, taking her coat and packing her stuff. "You know I can't be late."
"Right, right. Your dad is a cop and he's worried about you." Takizawa mocked.
"It doesn't make him feel any better knowing my partner is a male idiot." she teased him back and shoved her backpack behind her, ready to leave. "The blueprint is in my drawer. If you need anything else just give me a call."
Takizawa placed his mug on her desk, checking the drawer for the blueprints. "Mm-hmm, okay so, you're leaving the 'idiot' doing the work?"
"Yep."
"What if, I happen to finish the first scene tonight? You'll owe me a treat." he proposed, wanting to give himself a little motivation. Akira was crouched beside him, tying the laces of her shoes.
"Hmm, sounds like it's worth a buck."
"One roundtrip at the arcade!" Takizawa requested. "I want to play all the games all night!"
Akira chuckled and stood up. "Alright then, deal. Let me know of your progress tomorrow. Bye!" she tells him and ran for the exit, passing by Takeomi on the way, "Have a good night Takeomi."
"Take care Akira." Takeomi also bid goodbye.
The thunder began to roar in the sky. Takeomi's brows furrowed and he turned to his co-worker, worried.
"Hey Takizawa, does she have an umbrella? I think it's gonna rain tonight."
"It's a rainy season, I'm sure she's not an idiot not to bring one." Takizawa says as he typed some codes in the laptop. But glancing on the corner of the floor under her desk, he sees an item's silhouette figure. He leaned down to pick it up, seeing the black umbrella they bought the other day. "That idiot." he mumbled.
The rain poured and the blonde had to run to the front door as soon as she got off the taxi.
What the two didn't know is the fact that she was late for something. It wasn't because she had a strict curfew. It was because the man in the house would be very angry and punish her. Being punished is the last thing she wanted from him.
The door of her apartment clicks open and she quickly entered.
"It's a good thing I left my laptop with Seido..." she mumbled to herself when she felt that the backpack was soaking wet.
She took the bag off and searched for the switch to turn the lights on. When the lights were on, she took her backpack and head for the kitchen to prepare herself something to eat. Cereal and milk sure is the easiest meal to prepare.
She placed the bag down to see which of her things she can salvage from being soaked with rainwater. Unfortunately all of the paperwork inside was wet. She sighed in frustration and spread the papers on the floor to dry them.
"Kasuka..."
When she heard her father's footsteps, she turned to face him and she was greeted with a kiss in the lips. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly.
"Kasuka..." he continued to mumble in between their kiss.
The man pulled away and felt that her clothes were wet from the rain. He caressed her hair and cupped her face, her hair was wet as well. "I'm okay dad. Just a little rain." she tells him, gently taking his hand off her face.
"I told you to call me Kureo." he says softly. "I'm not your dad, you're my wife. We have no children. Our only daughter is dead. I already told you that."
"I'm sorry." she says to keep him from saying anything else. It hurts her every time he'd claim she was his wife because she looked very similar to her mother's appearance but what hurt her the most is whenever he'd declare she was dead.
"You're overworking again. I told you to be home early." he continued to rant. "I told you that-"
"Yes I'm sorry, I didn't notice the time da- Kureo. You know my job requires a lot of time. And-" she was hushed by his finger. She chose not to finish her excuses and kept quiet to refrain from enraging him. He was scary when he was angry.
"My Kasuka.." he mumbled, leaning close to her face, nibbling on her lip, "please don't worry me like this again." he finished to say, his hands sliding down her sleeves that was also wet from the rain. "You need to get changed."
Kureo reached for the buttons of her clothes, beginning to unbutton it from the top. When her collarbone was visible, she held on his hand to keep him from continuing. "I can do that. Please just rest."
"It's okay. You're tired from work." he says with a smile. "You've been working with people the whole day, I'm afraid you forgot about me."
"Then you should start working again, get back on the force." Akira proposed.
It's been 6 years since Kureo last went to work. For his sake, Akira lied and told his boss that her father was sick. Since Kureo's boss was a friend, he understood and allowed Kureo to skip work and come back when he's better. But until now Kureo never went back to work.
All that's been in his mind was the depression of losing his wife who died over 12 years ago.
What kept him alive for the past 18 years was his delusion that his wife is alive, reincarnated and now living with him.
Kureo had finished unbuttoning her clothes, his hands caressed her chest. Her skin was also soaked by the rain underneath those clothes. "I don't want to work. I don't want to work. I just want to be with you." he continued to mutter.
She held on his wrist and he looked at her eyes.
"I haven't touched you for weeks.. you've been so busy with work and even until now, you wouldn't let me. Why Kasuka?" he asked, his hands now holding on her arms tightly. It hurts. Every time he'd use his strength. It hurts.
"If you're also working, you wouldn't notice. Please just, do something productive." she pleaded him. Every night it was like this, she had to try and persuade him to do something else with his life.
"Okay. I'll go to work tomorrow." he agreed, his grip on her arms loosening. "But just one night, let's love each other like we always do."
"Dad, we-"
"I SAID CALL ME KUREO!" he yells, his hands now squeezing her arms. "I have no daughter she's dead! Her body is used to revive you! Why can't you understand that?!"
He let her go and he began hitting his head with his bare fists. It's something he usually does when he was irritated that he couldn't get what he wanted.
"Why...whywhywhy...whywhy...why does my Kasuka doesn't understand? Does she not love me anymore?" he mumbled to himself.
Akira held on his hands to keep his fists from hurting himself. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just... please don't hurt yourself."
"Don't you love me anymore Kasuka? Is there another man? Why can't you love me anymore?" he began to bombard her with questions. Jerking his hands from her hold, he cupped her face, locking his eyes with hers. "Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Did someone else...?"
"No there's no one. I'm just tired, please." she lied. It was always her excuse to escape his request to make love to her. Even if he's done it countless times in the past 18 years, she couldn't bear being treated this way.
"Okay. Okay my Kasuka... please rest."
He leaned close to kiss her again. Pressing his mouth to hers and slipping his tongue inside, wanting to express his intimate love for her. She returned his kiss and allowed it to last as long as he wanted it to.
When he stopped, he smiled at her and escorted her to their room. Volunteering to prepare a warm dinner while she washes herself.
But she'd lock herself in her room and silently cry for who knows how long. When she tried telling someone of his problem, he almost killed the doctor. Anyone else who tried to help would gain injuries or trauma thanks to his violence and overprotective nature towards her- his wife.
That one time the doctors tried to take him he almost committed suicide if he wasn't caught by one of the nurses. Pretending to be her mother was the only option she could do to keep him going.
His violence towards others got him in trouble but his connections helped him out.
Would it be wrong to allow him to kill himself? Or is it also wrong to keep him in a delusion?
"The soup is almost done." she heard his voice behind the door. She quickly held her sobs and pinched her leg to keep her hiccups in line. "I'll be waiting outside."
"I- I'll be out soon. Thank you." she managed to say and she saw the shadow outside was gone.
She quickly went to the bathroom to wash up. He'll know if she didn't. Crying can come later, she needed to be someone else again.
After the short shower, she was drying her hair with a towel when her phone rang. She grabbed it and answered without checking who it was. "Hello?"
"Akira, it's me Amon. This is my new number. I just got back to Tokyo and I was wondering, how are things with your dad?"
"Doc!" Kotarou Amon. He was a lawyer and a medical assistant in the force. He and Kureo were very close before he fully broke down on delusions. "I think I am able to convince him to go back to work."
"I see that's good news. Did he... did he touch you recently?"
"Not for the past 4 weeks. I keep telling him I'm tired from work, which I really am." she replied and the man on the other line sighed in relief. "Maybe you should pay him a visit, cheer him up a bit to see his old friend."
"I'll try. Just finishing up with some case." he says. "Akira.. I'm really sorry for what's happening to you. I'm trying, really trying to find a way to help him."
"You're a good friend, doc. I'm sure you'll find a way to help him. I can keep this up a bit more.. at least turning me into his punching bag had stopped since i hit puberty." she said with a sigh, laying down in bed and staring up at the ceiling. "If mom were still alive.. he'd be okay right?"
"..."
"Sorry that was really random. I hope you can check up on him soon. He's still beating himself up whenever I'd resist him." she changed the subject when Amon didn't reply on the other side.
"I'm sorry Akira, one of my clients just had an emergency. Maybe I can call again another time."
"Right, sorry."
"Goodbye!"
Rolling off the bed, she was headed for the door when suddenly it opened and there Kureo was standing wearing his robe. "Da- Kureo. What are you-?"
"Just. One. Night."