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Prologue: The start of a beautiful friendship

I hate how easy is for a simple action led to some unsavoury fate.

Blinking awake, I stared carefully at the unknown room I just found myself into.

A single light barely working, walls and ceiling a solid gray and.. two Ghouls unconscious one sited on the opposite to each other.

Ironic, I mused, life returned my hate, it seemed.

Noticing that the color and texture of the sheets over my body was identical to the ones the 'enemies of humanity' were using as covers.

A CCG Junior Academy student and two Ghouls... I snorted at how comedy-like it sounded.

But let's just say that.. every comedy has a sour spot and, in this case, the sour bit is more of a tragedy altogether.

A mix of sorrow and unjust stealing, but one that led.. to this mess.

I paused and sighed as I closed my eyes, trying to get back to nap some more.

Before I return to rest a little more, my name is Sakimoto Tabito and.. this is how life screwed three people together.

In a very funny way.

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The novelty started when I was waiting calmly just outside the principal's office door.

Did you do something terrible? Are you some thug or punk?

Nope! I would answered to those baseless accusations. It was more of a personal distaste with how things had been 'given' to me.

"The CCG has been merciful to you, giving you a loving home and always providing you with every needs of yours."

I didn't ask for it. I didn't ask to be taken in because how my parents died.

Yet I stood silent, taking the lecture neither protesting nor agreeing with this logic they all shared in that dull place.

Breath in, breath out.

"You parents died to protect you and this is how you honour their sacrifice!"

A sigh, one of disappointment mostly directed at this decaying logic.

I couldn't remember my parents. I was two when disaster struck and a crowd was decimated by some ballsy Ghouls.

It had never crossed their minds that children could also decide what honours or not their dead fathers and mothers.

I wonder how I would fare in a normal orphanage.. possibly worse than the privileged ones under CCG's leadership.

The result of this futile rant about 'pride and glory' was a mere slap in the wrist and getting exhonerated from school early on.

A broken system that no one cares to fix. I might laugh at those cold truths as they kind of tends to sound like funny jokes.

Another sigh, this time I was merely walking in the silent streets of the 15th Ward, trying to make a long detour before going back to my 'room'.

It was when my ears catched the sounds of garbage rustling behind me-

I jumped on the left as someone tried to tackle me from behind, a teen with blue hair and a mask covering his lower face.

"Not interested!"

A kagune, Ukaku-type, exploded in his back tried to extend the range of damage.

I grunted as my arms moved to protect, the cloth tearing and my skin burning as I was fortunately barely grazed by the sharp wings of death.

Recovering from the sneak attack, I noticed that his clothes were partly in tatters.

And thus, being a less than average student, I did what I thought best!

"Supreme tactic: run away!"

The growls from the aggressor didn't stop nor lessened as I distanced big time from the weakened Ghoul.

My mind was going at an insane pace as I remembered how there had been a suppression operation nearby against Aogiri and- Dread surged as I realised I wasn't fighting a simple, hungry Ghoul.

This one was a big shot and I was crap at fighting! Curse you, limited curricula! AH-!

A pounce pushed me on the side, crashing beyond the thin wall of the warehouse there.

I groaned, my fall had been broken by some old equipment and machinery and so I had some back aching.

My attempt to get up failed as a weight crashed onto my chest and I trembled.

I-I could see his face, now lacking the simple mask, teeth ready to sink on my head hungrily, desperately.

It would have been over then, my life and all.

Would. I had some kind of protector! Thank you, Jesus!

Two long, white tendrils punctured the Ghoul in his arm and his thigh.

And I was given just a glimpse to my savior, hoping that an investigator had been passing around and noticed the ruckus.

I paled as a girl in our age group advanced, kakugan flaring a fury as her Kagune- I almost choked in awe at the beautiful butterfly that promised pain to the attacker-

BUT WHY? WHY WOULD A GHOUL PROTECT AN HUMAN?!

Hinami had planned this to be a mere walk to think about the big decision.

Kaneki-niisan was.. different from the kind teen that had befriended her.

Sure, he was affectionate with her but.. he missed that innocence.. that naivety that had found them together.

Family, she would say, but not in front of Touka-neesan because she knew it was a different case with her.

It was because they had that kind of chemistry that made them as if true brother and sister, her relationship with Touka more like of a Senpai-Kohai type.

She could join Kaneki and.. bring justice to those who are unfairly treated, to those who suffered the same pain she had when she had lost her mother.

When the Fueguchi heard the loud noise of struggle, she didn't waste time in trying to find out what was going on.

Maybe it was curiousity, maybe she just wanted to see the truth of pain unfold before her.

Or maybe it was something else.

The brunette didn't flinch when she lashed out at the predator trying to kill the human.

Her Rinkaku piercing the attacker and pulling him away from the wounded human.. but also forcing the aggressive teen to now focus on her.

He was quick, even if he seemed weakened by some previous fights, he outmanouvered the Rinkaku, using his Ukaku to crash onto hers.

It wasn't that fair to say the least as her Ukaku-side was weaker, diluted to create her hybrid Kagune.

The purple-blue wing cut cleanly in her protective Ukaku, a yelp dying in the river of pain washing over her mind.

She barely registered a kick hitting her stomach and sending her flying onto a wall, pained and bleeding.

Hinami felt regret, true regret.

She should have trained like Yomo had suggested, to not spend too much time doing nothing but read while waiting for her niisan to be saved.

She wanted to make great things, but failed to spot the real issue of those impossible objective.

The Fueguchi had tried to isolate from the pain of the real world, ignoring also the needs of getting stronger to protect people.

So while Ghoul, quite identical in appearance to her neesan, started to rush at her as she tried to get up, Hinami stared at where the human.. had been.

She sighed inwardly at being that much stupid. Maybe there had been some truth in Touka-neesan when she had said to distrust to human, maybe her mama hadn't be right-

"HEY FUCKFACE!" The blue-haired ghoul spurned around at the foul insult.. only to be hit in his face by a iron pipe. "GET PIPED!"

In a normal situation, the Ghoul would have tanked the hit without much of an issue... but he was tired, hungry and possibly wounded.

The attack did the trick as his Ukaku vanished back in his Kakuhou as he feel face-first on the ground, defeated.

Hinami blinked at the human, bracing a little as she expected him to hurt her.. after all he just- *Clang*

The pipe fell on the floor with a bit of noise.

"A-Are you alright?"

Uh? Eyes wide open at that question, she was shocked silent at that.

He seemed ready to reply when someone familiar appeared from behind the teen, which barely registered his presence, as he was forced unconscious by a chop by the neck.

"Y-Yomo-san?"

The silver-haired man sighed and nodded. "Hinami." Slowly, she pulled herself out of the small debris and felt some strain in her right leg.

It would be a very long way back Anteiku and would result in an even longer lecture from everyone.

She could already feel the groan to that forming in her throat.

"You are quite lucky that you are alive, young man."

My attempted nap was interrupted by an unfamiliar, masculine voice.

I opened just one eye to stare at the old man that had just entered the only door of the room.

Gray hair, half-closed eyes and a set of clothes akin to a restaurant's waiter.

This... didn't bode well.

Whoever this man was, he was the leader of the group and.. he was a ghoul.

I was in deep shit!

"Worry not, young man. You are not going to come in harm way until you keep your behavior moderated and restrained."

"K-Kinda difficult to believe that." I croaked from my little bundle of sheets. "You are.. a Ghoul."

He chuckled and that made my brows rose in confusion. I would have expected a 'you would be right' or something similar that would had been followed by an attack with my death.

"What a narrow-minded individual. Yet I feel that this isn't the case, isn't it?"

I merely blinked in surprise as he continued to speak. "You did help young Hinami." He pointed at the sleeping girl and I was kind of surprised to see a female Ghoul.. well, behaving like a normal human girl.

What did you expect? Some aliens using your body to create more of their invasion forces?

1) I have to stop watching this kind of horror movies;
2) Thank you for being such a dick inner, sassy voice.

You are welcome.

I sighed at myself. "So.. how does this end?"

"Beg your pardon?" I didn't know if this was pure naivety or a mocking act but I decided to explain.

"I am a human, a student at the dang CCG Junior Academy and someone who knows where you and your people live. What do you want?"

The old man tensed a little as I mentioned the 'CCG' and I might have messed my predicament even more by saying that.

"As you said, young man, you are just a 'student at the dang CCG Junior Academy'. Who would believe you?"

I opened my mouth and I found myself in quite the issue. You see, my reputation wasn't the brightest and.. screeching about being not only saved by a Ghoul but also nursed back to shape by an entire Ghoul group would, how to phrase this properly.. get me expelled for using such a 'feeble excuse' to gain some brownie points.

I had been put in a pickle... "Dangit.."

He smiled and nodded as he crouched in front of me and I looked confused. "Your bandages might need some changing. It's been.. few hours since you were taken there."

So, as I let the old man (I would learn later that he wanted to be called either manager or Yoshimura-san) changing the old, bloody bandages with new ones, I turned to see the third, unconscious teen in that room.

Unconscious as if staring murderously at me and the old man, yet his arms and legs were restrained by some.. rope?

Maybe it was one of those reinforced with quinque-steel.

I blinked as he continued with his death glare, his kakugan giving just a minor boost to his whole 'scary' look.

Then I turned to the now awakening brunette as she yawned herself out of that sleep, turning to see the moving figure over me, then she proceeded to stare at me.

"Good morning?"

And that was how it all started... that mad spin against the world!

AN

New thing, new ideas and... let's talk about timelines.

This is set just before Kaneki forming his vigilante's group and Hinami decided to make a small walk that day to think what she should do.

Kind of farfetched, I know but.. I needed to spin the story a little to make this happen.

Also let's just say that AyaHina will be a thing... but not the whole deal. Pairing is going to be quite a mess to deal with and I think I can pull it up decently.

Also expect some rough spots in this story as, despite my previous ones, Ayato has reasons to be a prissy, edgy teen and Touka will increase that factor. Angsty, angsty and maybe fluff with some good comebacks!

Will be updated regularly every Monday!