Tokyo Ghoul Investigator
AN: Disclaimer: I own nothing. Tokyo Ghoul is owned by Sui Ishida. This is my first TK fanfiction and this is mostly an experiment I plot-bunnied after listening to music while watching Tokyo Ghoul.
So to give those songs credit I highly recommend these songs as Kaneki in my AU is fluent in both Japanese and English who likes Japanese books and literature but loves songs in English. Being a literature student, it fits according to a literature student I know.
Devils Never Cry
This is Gonna Hurt by Six AM
Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance
Perfect by Simple Plan
Take Me to Church by Hozier
Great songs that have helped me write this story, I highly recommend them if you haven't heard of them already.
Chapter 1: A Devil in the Church.
"Devils never cry." A lone figure watching the skyline says to his phone's microphone, the song tittle he says plays loudly on his bluetooth headset and the gothic intro starts, a fitting song for such a night.
The night skyline of Tokyo City is whole galaxy of artificial light. A light that overpowered the stars above, for Tokyo is a city, and cities like her symbolize mankind's dominance over nature itself.
But humans aren't the only occupants of this concrete metropolis.
Ghouls roamed and hunted where the lights don't shine. Some attack alone, going for weak who wander to far or too close in their so-called territories. For in this world, only ghouls are homeless.
Some ghouls however don't operate alone. Some travel in groups, packs or gangs who control entire wards for the feeding.
But in the 5th Ward an entire organization is taking root.
A religion of ghouls if you could believe it.
Some holy order that originated in a Europe, allot like the Catholic Church but instead of communion they actually do hand out flesh and blood.
The Church was known as the Blood and Flesh of Christ. A fanatic cult hidden by a veil of peaceful worship, they worship Jesus Christ as their lord and savior- wait for it- to all ghouls and believers.
Apparently the religion revolves around the (crack) theory that Jesus Christ was the first ghoul, which they claimed explained his miracles, and he and his disciple were also ghouls.
The story goes that during the last supper when Jesus Christ offered bread and wine to his disciples and telling them that they were his blood and flesh, respectively. The cult took those verses literally, saying that Christ offered his disciples parts of his body to consume…
The cult believes that Jesus Christ was teaching ghouls the way to be rid of ghouls' need for humans and solving their need to feed all at once, by ghoul having volunteer to have their parts of eaten so that others may eat.
Being an atheist, the investigator watching the service was just thankful there wasn't any mayonnaise at that messed up dinner.
Right before a cage full of screaming children was being moved to the stage by the ghoul equivalent of altar boys, they were kidnapped from their homes by loyal ghouls wanting to serve the church.
They were this week's communion wine and bread.
An elderly male ghoul walks to the stage, the warehouse they used was old and abandoned but had an elevated concrete stage perfect for ritual sacrifices and sermons. The ghoul dressed in impressive garbs was a bishop, the new head of the Japanese branch of the cult. He was old and wrinkly, but plump and full of life, his kind eyes hiding the disgusting monster beneath. He speaks and his sheep listen. He tells them of their demented story, of ghoul's superiority, and preaching about peace among ghouls, and the other messages they wish to shove up people's throat.
The investigator watching from on-high had to turn up the volume of his head phones to drown the service out, just to stop himself from falling asleep.
The cult's teachings weren't popular, but they soon spread thanks to the help of an unknown sponsor. Drawing in weak mind ghouls wanting to belong; now they've been expanding from Europe to some Asian countries.
Japan would not be one of those countries.
The bishop takes out a ceremonial knife, showing all the tool he will use to slit the children's throats, after they all pray to their god. The children are covered with a blanket, then sedated, praying is best when done in silence.
One little girl no older than three is picked and placed on a table, the rest are wheeled to the side.
"Now let us pray."
A cloaked figure falls from above, as though an angel from above to spread the message of their god, which belied his harsher purpose.
As he lands, the bishop opens his eyes from praying, only to see a muzzle of a gun.
"…bang…" the cloaked figure whispers right as he squeezes the trigger that sends a single Q-bullet that ends the bishop's life.
At that moment all hell breaks loose.
The sound of the gunshot rocks the place of worship into a frenzy of panic. The ghouls thought they were safe in these walls, that the cult would protect them.
Still on top of the stage, the cloaked figured turns to face the crowd believers, his face covered by the arch-bishop's blood, plunging fear into their hearts as no ghoul in the entire city of Tokyo did not know the face of the Kaneki Ken; the Child of Death.
'Look at them go…' they quickly, even hilariously try to flee. Forgetting the so-called divine protection they were promised after for saying a few prayers.
Too bad Kaneki knew that was going to happen and planted a few traps on all the exits. He even hears one of them go off.
A quick glance to the side of the building told him, not everyone was a runner. An entire row of guards suddenly came to the realization that their boss just got killed.
"Your Eminence!" the only guard without a mask screams, from the looks of him, Kaneki could tell he was a the leader of security or Captain of the Guards. Proving the captain's significance and rank, the other ghouls follow his lead, they were hell-bent on saving- avenging their precious bishop.
"Kill the dove!"
Kaneki loves that name, despite the apparent derogation it seemed to be laced with, it was a pleasant tittle given his rather violent line of work.
Kaneki holsters his handgun Shironeki, his quinque hadn't been used in a while now. Reaching behind him he grips the cold jagged metal handle of his broadsword Muhon.
Unlike most investigators, Kaneki rarely stores his quinque in an attaché case when traveling to the battle. He simply attaches it on is back using a magnetic and organic coupling sheath he created imitating the style the United States branch of CCG employs.
Other than looking cool, being strapped on his back was functional as Muhon wasn't like most quinque, a more accurate description would be that Muhon wasn't a exactly a quinque but a sword with a quinque for a blade.
Without so much as a second to fully draw his weapon, a ghoul guard strikes with his rinkaku tentacles, Kaneki dashes to the side, letting the tentacle hit the ground, Kaneki unsheathes his quinque and slashes the ghoul from behind right were the kagune and body meet. The ghoul disarmed, with a twist, Kaneki cuts across the ghoul's body.
One down.
"Protect His Eminence!" Protect his corpse would be the more possible order to give.
An entire cult to go
Kaneki was surrounded, they outnumbered him. Too bad numbers were their only advantage. Not missing a single beat, they attack all at once, kagunes drawn.
Letting his training take over, Kaneki hits HARD.
With a swing of his sword, he parries their blows, creating sparks as his quinx steel blade meets liquid muscle. Knocking their blows to the side, even going so far as to tangle them in their own attacks.
With them off balance, Kaneki seizes the moment, and sends a ghoul flying with a kick. The ghoul impacts the wooden chairs with enough force that splinters blanket that area.
He swings his sword in a wide downward arc, trying to decapitate an approaching ghoul, only to have it blocked back.
An opportunist goes for a back stab, only to have his koukaku meet sword edge instead of skin. Kaneki realizes he may be cutting it close, so he holds nothing back and kicks the ghoul from behind and sends him flying into a another ghoul.
He planned to do that, totally.
Admiring his work too much, Kaneki fails to see he's surrounded again. Though this time their spacing seems more randomized than before.
Hatching a dumb idea, Kaneki parries a blow from the ghoul closest to him, stepping to the side the ghoul over steps, Kaneki gets behind him, and pulls him by his shoulder, with the ghoul now facing him, Kaneki's quinque pierces through the ghouls abdomen like handle through a hammer's metal head.
Taking inspiration from old-school anime, Kaneki lifts his sword up along with the ghoul and brings him down, right on top of the ghoul behind him. Turning his sword into a hammer, and the ghoul he stabbed as the hammer's face.
Upon the realization that his tactic is actually working, Kaneki swings his sword wide, using the ghoul and the ghoul's released kagune to strike at three more ghouls before the accumulated blood made the ghoul slide out and hit the stage wall.
That might have been the craziest way to kill a ghoul in CCG history. If only he recorded it, the boys back at the office are never going to believe this. Distracted with thoughts of being an internet sensation overnight, Kaneki narrowly avoid a ghoul lunging at him with his kagune.
He was really getting distracted tonight. Kaneki knew better, being distracted would get him killed eventually. He thinks calmly, purposely and reignites his focus, face grew blank and even soulless eyes came.
Tilting to the side, Kaneki wastes no energy in dodging the predatory organ.
Ghoul's these days think a bigger kagune means better, making them overcompensate and put too much weight that they can't control and become of balanced.
While the ghoul tried to regain his balance, Kaneki already cut off his legs. A killing blow would be better under normal circumstances, but it will have to do.
An exhausted guard dashes to one the little girl on the altar, looking for a snack that he believed would replenish his RC count enough to stand a fighting chance.
Trigger finger itching, and believing his other handgun was being neglected, Kaneki draws his left handgun; Kuroeneki. Instincts and practice letting him aim and fire in less than a span of a second. And…
BANG! The room and his ears rang. Headshot.
The hungry guard's hungry mouth still agape as a bullet leaves a 3-inch hole in his brain. Ah, the wonders of hollow-points.
Kaneki spares no time in pushing the girl out of the way, kicking her table to the side with the others. He glares into the holy guards eyes and dares them to touch even a single hair on their heads.
They take the hint.
Now since both of his guns had one shot each, Kaneki holsters his gun's white twin, wanting to do things the old fashion way. He learned to love guns sometime after a trip to the United States, their Anti-Ghoul forces were different than the CCG of Japan and Germany.
In the US, guns are the predominant weapon of exterminating ghouls, civilians were not only allowed but were also encouraged to buy ghoul effective firearms in case of a ghoul attack, and most of the quinque they manufacture were able to transform into guns, a hybrid of a melee weapon and gun. A corporate secret they prefer to keep to themselves.
Kaneki, being his impressionable self, grew to like the feeling of using firearms, making the Investigator or Ghoul Hunter (as they were called in the US and Canada) in charge of Kaneki's batch of exchange students grow to like the young man's love for his cultural and offered him a pair of American Style Kagune Handguns as a sign of friendship between Japan and the US. They fired ukaku like shards of q-bullets and never need reloading so long as they receive a weekly refuel of RC cells.
The white handgun, Shironeki was built for quick draws and rapid firing, Kaneki thought of adding a 3-round burst-mode but he'd need back to America for that. His left-handed, black, timid twin brother Kuroneki was designed for comfort in mind and modified for long-distance targeting.
Both Shironeki and Kuroneki are in the style of Colt 1911s, though only Kuroneki retained the .45 ACP caliber and Shironeki firing off faster and lighter 5.7 bullets, the standard for Japanese q-bullets.
Kaneki shoots several directions simultaneously, the ghouls who've come to grow use to having bullets bounce off them get a taste of American fire power first hand. The guards scramble, abandoning their formations in fear of just becoming a bigger target.
Thinking on his feet, Kaneki just switches targets, a few ghouls who've come to worship are now on his guns glow-sights, he riddles them with bullets.
At least on guard feels obligated to protect them, thinking going in close would stop Kaneki's shooting spree, he goes in from behind, thinking Kaneki would be too preoccupied to notice him.
Kaneki shots him down without as much as a glance; eyes at the back of his was the first thing he had to learn from his dear-old dad.
He plants a foot down on the enemy he knocked over, and holds him in place while he riddles him with a barrage of bullets, then kicks the battered body aside as he fires off some more rounds, red streams of death eliminating the runners with zero mercy.
The gunslinger holsters his guns, realizing that he's using up too much of their RC cells. With only two real threats left, Kaneki unclasps Muhon for hopefully the last time tonight.
The quinque sword is a taunt in itself, telling the reaming Holy Guards that he was going to kill them on their terms.
Two more masked ghouls want a piece of him, literally.
Kaneki had a reason for challenging them to close-range, both of their kagunes were of the Ukaku-variant. He subdues a frown, remembering the last time he faced an ukaku kagune.
Speed was never Kaneki's strong suit, with a heavy-broadsword of a quinque; Kaneki is a strength-based fighter, he excelled in fast power attacks, tight and efficient defense with quick counters.
Good for plowing through the heavy defense of Koukaku ghouls, on-par with the dedicated offense of a Rinkaku ghoul, and even able to counter the jack-of-all-trades of most Bikaku ghouls.
But his flat-footed style had problems against the acrobatic and long-ranged style that was the fastest of all the kagune types. With high mobility against his stagnant approach, even a single Ukaku ghoul could literally dance around him.
Now he was facing two of them. He had to take them out first and before the other ghouls monopolize on his lack of mobility.
He remained calm, he knew of his disadvantage, but it wasn't an insult to say that they didn't know of his disadvantage.
One ukaku ghoul fires a volley of shards, the other jumps high at his side. Death from afar and above: an attack on two sides. This tactic would always work on newer and less experienced investigators.
But now it's become a recurring joke to the Child of Death.
Kaneki crouches down and hides behind the flat of his blade, shards bouncing off as the machine gun fire of shards continue, but as the ghoul above descends closer-
Kaneki rises up like a piston, stabbing the ghoul and with one fluid motion, then uses places him between himself and the remaining ghoul. This time instead of a hammer, Kaneki uses the poor creature like an umbrella against a hose.
By the looks of the ghoul impaled on his sword, a pincushion would be a more appropriate description.
Safe from the ukaku shards fired at him, Kaneki makes a dash towards the ghoul, using a ghoul once again. Breaking the distance, Kaneki stabs his weapon through the ghoul and now two were impaled on his sword.
Without the time to marvel and add a third ghoul, Kaneki holds his sword firmly with both hands and pulls it out. In the same smooth motion, cuts the legs of the ghoul behind him, another sneak-attack gone horribly wrong.
Without a second's delay and before the ghoul could even fall to the ground, a diagonal slash decapitates the ghoul's head clean from its body.
Remembering to never stop a weapons movement to maximize power, Kaneki follows up his next attack on another ghoul. After blocking the ghoul's initial kagune attack, Kaneki twists his body to stand directly beside the ghoul, his sword's edge on his neck, and then twists slitting the ghouls throat and for added assurance, he decapitates the ghoul's head on the same spin, another dead ghoul to add to the mass grave known as his merits.
It's the hoodless one he was really after, while the rest were slightly above average ghouls, Kaneki was savy enough to know that the unique looking ghoul without a hood covering his face was probably a few tiers higher and a better challenge.
Scanning the room, he finds that the boss still hadn't left his original position. Either he's the cowardly type who waits for his underlings to weaken his opponent and steals the killing blow and all the glory to himself or he's the tactical type who studies his opponent and let's his underlings tire them long enough to give him an advantage.
Either way, it was the same thing, really.
Kaneki makes short work of the last of the guards, he swiftly executed two in quick succession and brutalizes one of them so that the other would run and turn his back; a perfect target for his twin handguns. The ghoul falls to the ground, back riddled with Q-bullets a few meters in front of the captain's shoes.
The last reaming guard to his Eminence lay crawling to his captain, pleading for help that will never come and for mercy Kaneki will never give.
But wanting to taunt the Captain further, Kaneki gets on one knee and pulls the ghoul to face him, or to be more specific to face Muhon's wide tip. Plunging the blade through the ghouls chest, he removes it with a twist but not before getting a good scream out of him.
Just from the determined scowl on the boss-without-minions, the young ghoul investigator could tell he was finally going to get a decent fight.
Feeling honorable tonight, Kaneki steps back, leaving the center of the stage to give the leader of the Holy Guards equal footing; it was both an act of fairness and a simple show of confidence.
The captain of the guards steps to the stage, looking unyielding and unstoppable with his bulky size and strong stature, if ghouls could join the military, Kaneki would have thought this man was a soldier at some point in his life.
"You'll pay for this dove!" he proudly proclaims, releasing his kagune, which as fate would have it, two powerful bat-like ukaku wings.
The lit. student in Kaneki looks unimpressed at the captain's clichéd choice of words, originality was terribly lacking in ghouls. "Sorry, payday's tomorrow."
A split second later he unleashes a storm of shards, thin yet fast, like a pin factory suddenly erupted or a porcupine spontaneous exploded.
Despite the deadly sight approaching him, Kaneki was still unimpressed.
Activating his quinque's special function, Kaneki outstretches his arm towards the horizontal rain of shards, taking precaution to keep the blade as far away from him as possible; the safest course of action when your sword turns into a buzz saw.
The sword spins vertically on its edge with such a speed that it not only deflects the ukaku shards coming at him, but creating a temporary gust of wind around Kaneki's feet.
Shards break, miss, and even get deflected back to their caster's general direction.
This wouldn't have worked against multiple opponents as this made him incapable of dodging, defending or even moving. But now it was just the two of them, one-on-one had always been Kaneki's preferred method.
Stripped of his greatest weapon, the captain rushes forward, expecting the usual feeble physique of a teenager, only to be shocked as he was met head on with the strength of an investigator.
Kaneki stares down at him for a brief second, before retaliating. The Captain was stunned, never had he met such power from any human, investigator or otherwise.
He took a step back, lashing out to defend himself.
Kaneki only pushes forward, warding of the blow to deliver his own. His sword strikes practically dominating the Captain's kagune.
What the hell is this guy? The Captain found himself thinking, after one to many close calls to certain- and very painful- death.
He fought harder, but no matter how much he seemed to gain, the dove never seemed to strain himself. Mild concentration seemed to be facial expression the Child of Death seemed fit to wear against him and nothing more.
Not liking the close-proximity, the ghoul captain jumps high, reaching nearly four meters of air. Never has he been thankful for ghoul biology.
A second or less before raining down shards on the investigator, the impossible happens.
Kaneki, without the assistance of anything other than his own two legs, jumps to equal or even greater height than the ghoul. With a spin, Kaneki brings his sword down- and the ghoul captain along with it.
The concrete stage cracks beneath the captain's descent; along with the broken bones, the captain also had a large gash on his shoulder his healing factor had to deal with.
If he had the time to heal, that is.
Not wanting to take chances, Kaneki rains down bullets into the ghoul, guns pointed to the ground as his feet were on the air as though suspended with wire.
The rapid fire bursts of Shironeki coupled with the long-range power of Kuroeneki make short work of the captain.
Somersaulting to land, he holsters his trusty handguns, no longer bothering to worry about their ammo reserves at this point.
Dragging his sword toward the captain for the killing blow, he drags the weapons edge against ground, his reasons being that it was scary, that the sound of a blade being dragged across the concrete sends terror into his enemies' hearts.
For he learned long ago that fear is a weapon you must always take the opportunity to exploit.
One attack remained of the ghoul captain's life; he was worth at least a B-rank, or maybe an A. His kagune, though not impressive was still quite large and there has been a shortage of Ukaku-type quinque.
Kaneki takes aim with his sword, having trouble choosing how to end it.
Decapitation was a safe choice, yet his custom shoes were surprisingly clean. Stabbing through the chest was also a great choice, nothing could go wrong with that, but Kaneki with experience, the ghoul's chest was already a mess. Kaneki could always shoot him in the head, it seemed appropriate, he needed to diversify his executions but it would be anti-climactic to fire and only to find out he was out of ammo, he hadn't been counting his shots at all tonight, and let's not forget how awkward it is to reload while holding a sword.
Knowing death was certain, the captain with nothing left to loose, delivers his last blow. His throat was both rough and on damp with blood, he opens his mouth and says.
"So was Arima busy, junior?"
At those words, Kaneki decided the correct way to execute this ghoul would be to ruin a perfectly good shoe- BY STOMPING THE FUCKER'S SKULL INTO THE GROUND.
Finally able to let the exhaustion show, Kaneki leans back on the podium and falls slowly into a sitting position, completely out of breath and in need of a good song.
"Siri, play Perfect by Simple Plan."
The song fills Kaneki's mind for a bit, the warehouse being so void of sound the song could be faintly heard across the room even though the volume was set to medium. The young man mouths to the lyrics, never has a song truly represented him so perfectly. Then a ghoul gets back up and Kaneki was forced to ruin the song by firing his gun one last time.
After deciding the moment was gone, Kaneki scavenges for shoes his size, after remembering he can't walk around the city after completely ruining the soles of his shoe trying to bury the ghoul captain's through concrete. He finds footwear salvation in the form of expensive Italian leather.
The bishop's taste was a little too fancy, but Kaneki didn't have the right to complain, he'll just have to explain to his bosses why he left the main target barefoot tomorrow.
But the night was still young, and though he may deny it sometimes, so was he. Right as the CCG arrived to clean up his mess and bring the children back to their families; he was briefly debriefed and given the medical clearance to go home.
Kaneki ran for the next ride to his apartment, bringing flowers with him. (Just don't ask how hard it was to get a bouquet at this time of night.)
He knocks on the door, then knocked on his own head realizing she wouldn't be up at this hour. Using his key, Kaneki goes into the kitchen to find his dinner wrapped in microwave wrap.
He whispers thanks to the sleeping form on the chair. She must've waited for him so they could have dinner together. Kaneki felt like the worst, only a month in, and he was already breaking promises and coming home late.
Give him a case, he'd solve it. Give him a deadline on a report he'll finish it. Give him writer's block and he'll push through it. Give him a SS-rank ghoul on the rampage and he'll turn it into a quinque, not even a hint of fear.
But give him a ring on his finger and he'll suck at every aspect of married life. Being only in his early twenties didn't help either.
The ring still felt weird on him, the thing bothered him most when in a fight, how it always felt awkward when the ring would slip of his finger and dig into Muhon. The other investigators said it would go away in three months, but still Kaneki wasn't sure he'd ever get used to it.
Any of it.
When did his life just become happy?
-FOURTEEN MONTHS AGO-
Once a week Kaneki and Arima get together to do the closest thing they have to father-and-son bonding.
Sparring.
Though they were the closest either one had left to a family, they still battled fiercely like bitter enemies, holding nothing back and enjoying the injuries they inflicted on one another.
More than 5 clashes occur per second, the two master swordsmen strike at each other with so little time that and at such little space. Not even a single raindrop would pass between the two unharmed.
Their quarter-staves clash and lock. As no two quinque were shaped the same way, quarter staves were used, playing the roles of sword, staves, and even spears that are familiar in any warrior's hands. The polymer-wood practice weapons crack under their monstrous strength.
"No."
"It's not up to me, Ken."
And their weapons unlocked, the short break was all they needed and they soon returned to their contest. The conversation wouldn't wait for one of them to loose.
"A partner would slow me down. You should know that better." Kaneki switches his style a bit, the two handed kendo style he used hardly did anything but prove a target practice for Arima, who swatted his blows.
He goes for a more-agile, less flat footed style, closely resembling fencing, and dodging Arima's attacks instead of meeting them.
Arima noted the one-handed style Kaneki was using and is less than deterred. "You didn't slow me down."
Kaneki only grew more determined to land a hit. He was killing ghouls before he went through puberty, and with Arima as your legal guardian growing up, the latter was more of a challenge as the former mostly consisted of him drawing the ghoul's attention or distracting them so Arima could take them out.
They seemed to gain some twisted pleasure in their fighting, almost an outlet from some unsaid animosity towards one another. Whatever their problems, they only showed it in their skills, and they both agreed that would be the only way to make the other understand.
"The CCG is trying something. An experimental new method in recruiting new investigators and it's based off you." Arima explained calmly, while dodging stabs at his face.
"Me?" Kaneki jumped back, making the kick Arima sent his way miss.
He two becomes blurs as they meet the distance between them with their staves barely holding on. Arima only holds the staff with one hand yet Kaneki still strained to hold it back with his two hands, without even exerting effort, Arima shifts his weight, forcing Kaneki back even more.
"They want more of you." The white haired genius investigator said plainly.
It didn't come often, but ever since Arima became a ghoul investigator while still in high school the bar was forever raised. More and more started believing that the younger a person started, the greater their chance of becoming a stronger and more capable investigator.
Kaneki's career only cemented that theory, killing ghouls before he could even reach the tender age of nine.
"Why don't they just give you a new sidekick? I'm sure they can learn allot from the God of Death as a mentor. I know I did." Kaneki reasoned. That last one didn't come out as a compliment though.
"I told them that."
Kaneki waited. "And?"
"They said I wasn't socially capable enough for such a task." That would by far be the biggest understatement Kaneki had ever heard Arima say.
Kaneki lashes out, sending a spin kick, it didn't land but it did its job a gave Kaneki back some room.
"Does Wasshu really thinks letting kids fight is a good idea?" he was one thing, an army of underage children was a media sensation waiting to happen. Hell, Kaneki's could even qualify as child labor in some countries, Japan included. "I can see the lawsuits already."
"You won't be training a child of that's what you're worried about." Arima said returning his quarter staff returns to his side, on-guard and baiting all at once.
But Kaneki took the hint, if they don't hit each other after three seconds pass, the match was over, and they could remove their blind folds.
"Who will they partner me up with?" Kaneki asked, finally able to look his father in the eye as he waited for the answer.
Arima's stoic look neither denied nor confirmed his suspicions.
"She's the daughter of someone you worked with previously."
That surprised Kaneki, whether it was the gender of his new partner or the fact it wasn't another orphan like him. Well atleast, he hopes she didn't just become an orphan
"Really, who?"
"Akira Mado. Good to finally meet you." The woman before him bowed politely after her introduction. There was a slight pause, before Kaneki returned the courtesy, his head still trying to process the fact that Mado has a daughter who looks so... Not-Mado.
"I hope we kill as many ghouls as possible."
On second thought, the family resemblance does show.
'I'm going to need some more coffee after this.' After an all-night extermination spree coffee should be a human right, he already has a place in mind, an old cozy looking café in the 20th ward. He'll just have to get rid of his new partner before he can get there.
End of First Chapter.
AN: That's it for now, I could give more but honestly the structure feels weird already. I needed to show everything relevant at once because I'm not sure how people would like this story as it's mostly Devil May Cry and Tokyo Ghoul with Arima and Kaneki having a Batman and Robin.
But if you love it, just write a review so I can post the other chapters I've already finished.
Thank you for reading.