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I didn't like school lunch.

Let it be known throughout the entirety of the city, the Peace Organization, the Scouts, the Devoted, and the bottom feeders that this one Nishiki Kaoru does not enjoy school lunches. At all. I will sing it from the rooftops if I have to. Even the humans can't stand this crap.

"Meatloaf."

I shivered, staring down at the brown vile in horror. Tsume, who was sitting across from me and trying his best not to grimace at the smell, poked his meatloaf. We flinched when it twitched.

"Kill me." I begged, feeling nauseous, "End the suffering."

"Don't be so dramatic." He frowned, getting a spoonful and staring down at it like it might be poison. His grey eyes were pulled together tightly that he almost looked cross eyed. His silver bangs kind of dipped into his face but he ignored them. With shaking dismay, he bit down.

I felt my stomach turn as his face turned green, "Tsume, don't die. I don't know CPR."

"I-I'm fine." He coughed, but still looked queasy. He stared me down and I suddenly felt like I should run. "Your turn, Kaoru."

"Ah!" I smiled nervously. "My diet is already unbalanced. I'm afraid if I have any more human food I'll fall over."

"Eat." He loomed menacingly across the table, eyes shadowed by his glasses, "The. Damn. Meatloaf."

"Okay!" I gagged as I scooped up a bit, praying mom won't kill me for eating this type of garbage again. With squared shoulders, I chomped down, and instantly regretted it. Before I could stop myself, I choked and sputtered out the bit I had tried to take in. Tsume stared down in disgust at my destroyed meatloaf. I was trying to wash out the taste of oil degreaser with my water bottle.

"…Remind me why we buy school lunches." He stared dryly at our untouched lunch boxes and I managed a weak shrug. He rubbed his forehead and sighed, "Dad's going to kill me…"

"My mom…" I moaned, already feeling her irritated aura from across the city.

"Whatever." Tsume shrugged off our near death experience and dug into his satchel, getting out one of his nerdy books. "Have you done the reading assignment yet?"

"No." I rested my head on the table, pushing my tray far away as possible. "I'm saving it for tonight."

"You keep reading in the dark and you'll need glasses too."

"Don't joke about stuff like that. I'll get nightmares."

He hummed, flipping open to his dog-eared page. Somehow, he'd mastered the art of listening while reading. Nothing gets past this guy.

"What'd you bring for lunch today?" I ask.

"Just some morsels." He frowns a bit at his book. "I had those bagels in Culinary though…"

"Should probably eat your lunch then to balance it out."

He ignored me and flipped a page. I wrinkled my nose at that and pulled open my own lunchbox. The smell that hit me had me grinning with delight. Sandwiches. Mom is the best.

"Is that…" Tsume looks up as I unfold my neatly sliced sandwich, "That's a Bloody Wrap, isn't it?"

"Jealous?" I smirked at him and he pouted. "Tell me what you have in yours and I might consider a trade."

I was lying through my teeth, but I was always curious to see what he brought for lunch. His dad was like this mega cook or something. His creativity was astounding.

"It seems Meat Dogs again." He pulled out the wrapped food and I sigh forlornly. I love his cake better than his hot dogs, but I guess it can't be helped. I wasn't in the mood for Meat Dogs anyway.

"No trade." I mumble, taking a bite out of my sandwich and ignoring Tsume's betrayed look.

"The ghouls are at it again, ha?"

We snap our heads up, almost similar to deer caught in head lights. Looming over our table happens to be the one prick I can't stand. Koutarou Kazuya is standing there with his fists on his hips, smirking through his pearly teeth with narrowed brown eyes. His dark hair barely spikes up on his cranium, mostly because his sister tried to cut his hair last week.

I grin and say, "Yo, Kazuya-baka is with the predators! How's it going, loser?"

He takes a seat, looking all smug and mighty, "I got into the karate club."

I nearly choke on my wrap, "You what?!"

"Kazuya." Tsume sounds nervous (he always is that way around humans) as he peers over his book, "You were supposed to wait for Kaoru after school."

"Nah," He waves off the silver head dismissively, "I don't need her slowing me down."

"I eat humans. I just wanted to remind you of this fact."

He laughs, "I'm joking! As if I'd pull an underhanded move like that. Are you sure you got the principals, your parents, and your supervisors okay on this?"

I grimace and that's enough of an answer for him. Being a ghoul (er, well, half-ghoul) has much more advantages, to the point where it's ridiculous. Strength being our greatest power over humans, a lot of ghouls aren't allowed to participate in clubs unless they're specifically ghoul run. The karate club, however, is co-friendly.

The principal got me a permission slip. With heavy begging, I got one from my parents. My supervisor? Ha.

"Why can't I have a nice guy to watch my every move?" I groaned, flopping over the table, "Like Yuhure-sensei."

Tsume's cheeks darkened at the mention of his own supervisor. She was the voluptuous lady who showed too much cleavage, smoked a lot, and bought chocolates for Tsume all the damn time. I was so jealous. I got stuck with the grizzly war veteran who would rather be on the other side of the world then in my presence.

"Aw man," Kazuya, inevitably figuring out that the douche didn't sign my permission form, also flopped onto the table, "What do we do know? Signups end next week."

"Maybe I can get a vote from Yuhure-sensei?" Tsume suggested.

I perked up at the idea. "Maybe that'll work, besides, old man Tateyo has a crush on her, right?"

"She's out of his league." Kazuya said.

Tsume snapped his book closed, smiling at us, "Then it's settled. Although, I demand payment for dealing with her."

"Two Bloody Wraps."

"Milk chocolate bunny."

"Done." Tsume turned and left. Kazuya laughed, always tickled to death by the half-ghoul antics. I watched him leave, wondering if he was going to stay after and haunt the library again. His mom would kick his ass again if he did.

"How's your dad doing?" I asked, taking a bite out of my wrap and cursing when I spelt a bit of red on me.

Kazuya gave me a dry look at my blunder, "You're gross. And he's doing fine, for your information. Had a little spat with one of the organization guides again. Those old CCG veterans never stop causing fuss."

"Well, they were taught to hunt us and everything…" I scratched my neck, feeling awkward, "Plus, we weren't alive back then. We can't possibly relate to what our parents went through."

"True." We found ourselves looking in the direction Tsume left and wincing. "Ever wonder what goes through his head? About what his own parents went through?"

"I do." I admitted, feeling like Tsume might pop out and accuse us of talking behind his back. I dug into my lunch box and snatched up a Blood Juice Packet.

Kazuya hummed, staring upwards thoughtfully, "His dad was that big hero who ended the war and his mom took down that alliance. I heard, because his dad is half-ghoul too, he went through a lot of shit."

"Tsume's dad?" I clarified. Kazuya nodded.

"I've only met his folks once before." He frowns. "It was by pure coincidence. You never see his parents without people following them or being stuffed in some room for another peace meeting. Poor guy probably has the house all to himself."

"Continue." I said.

"Uh, right. Anyway, I was going to Anteiku café when I ran into the guy with his old man. Had some human family with him and they were going on this dinner date. Didn't get to see much because I booked it. Tsume looked…tired."

I frowned at this information, "Old family friends of his dad?"

"Yeah. Seemed to be getting along nice with the husband or whatever." Kazuya yawned, trying and failing to look disinterested, "I think he just wants alone time with his parents. Plus, there was a girl our age trying real hard to get his attention. Blushing and giggling."

"Are you sure you didn't confuse her with Jin?"

At the mention of his younger sister he balked, looking at me like I just ate a whole school meatloaf, "Don't bring my sister into the conversation! Her obsession with ghouls is only temporary."

"Uh-huh." I nodded, though already knowing Jin was going to kiss every last ghoul if it was the last thing she did. The girl was a nut.

"Anyway, don't you find it strange," he began, leaning it a bit, "That Karin hasn't showed up for three days?"

"Huh?" I blinked. "She's not here?"

Kazuya gave me a blank look, "She's the head of ghoul administration here, and you don't even bother paying attention to your protection here at this school."

I shrugged with a nervous smile, "Hey, they come and go."

"But it's weird." Kazuya glanced towards the security who were milling around, some conversing with the students. "Nothing seems different, I'm just worried there's been another uprising and we'll be getting…more students…"

I took a sip of my Blood Juice Packet and pondered that. Whenever Karin, our head of ghoul administration here at Hukura Junior High, went missing it was usually followed by a flux of orphans, human and ghoul.

The Devoted. I felt myself shiver at the name of the ghoul terrorist group. While they were on par with the Scouts, a human terrorist group, they seemed to be on the news more frequently, slaughtering indiscriminately any human sympathizers and humans themselves. Since the Peace Act a few years ago, that included everyone but their organization.

"Some people are crazy." Kazuya mumbled, flipping out his phone, "Lunch is almost over. Want to get to gym early?"

I grinned, "A race?"

"You're on."

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It was 3:20 when the bell rang and about everyone made a mad dash for the exit. We had to bid Kazuya goodbye before he made his way towards the buses. Tsume and I maneuvered through the crowds, preparing ourselves for a long walk.

"It's going to rain." Tsume announced, looking toward some ominous clouds on the horizon. I squinted and felt a bit cold at their angry dark color. It had been such a nice day too.

We continued our way down the sidewalk, greeting those who greeted us and waving to the bakery that supplied our families with the right tools to make awesome food. Well, included in the Peace Act was, because eating humans in the presence of other humans was somewhat illegal, ghoul were forced to find different and creative ways to feed their children at school. Hunting was also outlawed. Ghouls are supposed to buy their 'food' through the HGBPS (Human Ghoul Body Preservation Society). I found it funny how both ghoul and human can circle on their ID if they wanted their body donated to the society when they died. For a good cause. That was their slogan. Kazuya mockingly adds 'and the cause will feed bellies'. Not to mention expensive.

Tsume and I got lucky. We can stomach human food because of our other half, to an extent. Other ghouls had to take a culinary class that helped them prepare food like Bloody Wrap and Meat Dogs. Tsume joined it because of his dream to be a chef.

The nerd.

"Hey, Tsume," I began and he grunted, "Do you want to go to the bookstore?"

His eyes brightened, "Yeah, that'd be cool. I was actually thinking about buying a book."

"Oh, cool."

The bookstore was barely off our path home. It was on the way to the café at least, where Tsume's dad used to pick him up when he was smaller. Now he just walks all the way because his dad is too busy. I sometimes think he doesn't even go home. I can't tell since my house comes before his. He has another couple blocks until he gets there, and then there's a park, a fast food place, a thrift shop, and a salon. Anything could happen.

The bell rang, followed by the staff's familiar welcomes. Tsume was eyeing the book racks almost hungrily, eagerly descending down an aisle. I followed slowly, preparing my nerves for what was likely the equivalent of sitting through three hours of shopping and just hovering in the same spot. Surprisingly, Tsume found his book rather quickly and made a straight line for the cashier.

"No reading?" I asked, genuinely shocked and a little concerned.

He smiled sheepishly, "I'm kind of eager to read this."

"What's it called?"

"The Black Goat's Egg."

I blinked and scowled, "That sounds diabolical."

Tsume laughed, his usual reaction to whenever he told me about his fondness of horror and mystery novels, "It's pretty gruesome. Think you could read it?"

"No thank you. After reading Fish in Stocking, that deceived me into thinking it was a children's book, when really about a mermaid who sexually harasses another girl, I won't ever pick up something from your bookshelf ever again." And I meant it too. That book was terrifying.

Tsume grinned, wrapped his bagged book around his wrist and practically skipping out of the store. I noticed it was still early, much earlier than whenever we'd stay. I suppose it's better than getting a tongue lashing about worrying my parents. Whatever. Those old people can stick it.

We were halfway down the street when Tsume paused. "Crap. I forgot my receipt."

I raised an eyebrow, reaching down to stuff my hand into my pocket but scowling at my skirt. School uniforms suck, "Why do you need it?"

"I just do." Tsume pouted at me and I relented.

"Fine. Just hurry up. I'll be waiting right here."

"Great."

I watched him run back in, leaning against the building we stopped in front of. It was some café wannabe that obviously didn't have nearly enough customers as Anteiku got. Amateurs.

"Kaoru!"

I turned to tell Tsume he was dumb for causing so much commotion over a receipt, much less yelling down the street. I stopped when I realized it wasn't Tsume though. The boy running at me, sweaty, wide eyed, and scared, was definitely Kazuya.

"Huh?" I felt my head tilt, "What are you doing here?"

He came to a stop in front of me, panting and looking like he might have jumped off his bus. The thought had me concerned for his mental health when he choked out, "You can't."

"Can't what?" I furrowed my eyebrows, "What are you blathering about?"

"The Devoted." He managed and I could feel the temperature dropping. Those around us paused and looked at Kazuya in alarm. He scared me the worst by planting his hand on my shoulders and looking me dead in the eye, "The Devoted attacked the 20th ward!"

There was multiple gasps, but not from me. I kind of stopped breathing and then said, "What?"

"Well, you know Miwato, the girl who sits in front of me on the bus?" I didn't but I nodded anyway, "She had her phone out and was listening to the news- it just happened- like twenty minutes ago. Five houses raided and 14 dead."

He hesitated before saying, "They got to Anteiku."

"What."

We both turned to see Tsume, who was staring at us like we were the Fish in Stocking. I didn't know what to say or do at this point. Kazuya looked ready to fall over and Tsume had turned a shade of white that was probably not even a named color yet. I couldn't imagine such a bold move, or the strong and proud café falling to dumbasses like the Devoted. Plus, Anteiku was one of the major bridges between ghouls and humans. If they attack there…!

"Let's go!" I yelled, grabbing Kazuya's hand and making a run for it. I was glad I didn't have to backtrack and get Tsume, for he'd snapped out of his trance and was nearly overtaking us. I kind of let him lead the way, my brain was too muddled to remember the exact route to the café. Not to help matters, Kazuya sounded like a wheezing old smoker behind us.

When we turned the corner onto Anteiku, all three of us froze. There were cop cars left and right, a fire truck looming over the café and an ambulance (oh god no-). More importantly, the black cars of the Peace Organization were here.

"Dad!" Tsume shouted, rushing into the crowd of onlookers and disappearing. Kazuya and I hadn't moved, standing like statues before the horror. A covered body was wheeled out of the doors with grim faces and a crying woman. I didn't know them. But that was unmistakably a human scent following the gurney. My fists clenched.

"Damn the Devoted." I hissed.

Kazuya roughly nodded, looking beyond words. I made out a flash of white in the crowds and assumed Tsume's dad was there, meaning Kazuya's dad was too, him being the head of the Guides (old CCG veterans). I felt a trill of fear wondering where on earth my parents were before Kazuya ran off in a similar fashion, yelling for his dad.

That left me alone, on the corner of hell, wondering where everything went wrong.

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I watched as gradually cars maneuvered away and the crowds thinned. The yellow tape was taken down and most of the damage cleaned up. I made my way closer, grimacing at the damage. Broken windows, bomb burns, and it seems a chunk of the wall was missing. I didn't want to go in, just yet. I squinted through a window at the mess and found the kitchen charred and tables and chairs toppled everywhere. It smelled of charcoal.

I wiped my watering eyes. I had grew up here, damn it. I had met Tsume here. I had met Kazuya here. Why'd those dumbasses have to hurt it?

"Kaoru?"

I turned, half surprised (pun not intended) to see Anteiku's owner, Yoshimura, approaching me. He stopped at my side, observing the debris with something of sorrow. I gritted my teeth together and ducked my head.

"Damn it all to hell." I hissed.

A hand landed on my shoulder, startling me as I looked up to Yoshimura who was giving me that grandfatherly smile of his, "Don't be saddened by this. The old building was in need of replacing anyway. I was just thinking of expanding."

I frowned, golden bangs covering my darkening expression, "But someone died…"

"Ah." He lowered his hat, "For that lose, we will mourn. It is tragic, but it is also a time to rebuild. A time to rehabilitate. A time to retaliate."

I looked up at him in awe, "Do you just make this stuff up or are you a wizard?"

He chuckled, "The Peace Organization will handle this. As you can see, the Devoted have left a crumb trail."

I tilted my head as he motioned to a cracked mask on the ground, being examined by one of the Guides. I started, realizing they could take it to any retired mask-maker and they'd be able to identify it on the spot. The one behind the mask was toast.

I grinned, "That's good to hear."

"You better be getting home." He patted my shoulder, "Your brother will worry."

I scowled, "Oh, Yoru is just a whiner. He's fine."

"In this time."

"…Right." I felt the heavy tension invade the air again, reminded my brother was probably worried sick. With a heavy sigh, I resigned myself to my fate.

"I'll be going." I promised.

"I'll have someone with you." It only took a moment before Yoshimura was replaced by my favorite Anteiku worker, Yomo. The tall, buff ghoul only spared me a glance before leading the way down the street. I admired the guy. He was a walking talking wall that can create world peace just by saying 'stop'. A true badass.

"Hey," I started, feeling small suddenly, "Was that human…the only one dead?"

Yomo didn't even look at me, "Yes."

I exhaled in relief. At least that was a positive. My blood burned cold when Yomo added, "He was wearing a mask."

I nearly tripped, "W-What? But that's impossible! The Devoted don't…"

No. The Devoted don't like humans. But the Scouts wear masks to. My eyes narrowed. A spy.

"Don't think about it." Yomo warned stoically. "Those two will always be at each other's throats."

He left me at my doorstep, telling me to be alert from here on out before heading back towards Anteiku. I watched him go, opening my door and announcing my arrival. Almost immediately, I heard footsteps running towards me.

"You damn brat!"

My brother appeared, feet sliding against the floorboards and nearly colliding with me. His golden hair mirrored mine, along with his burning brown eyes. However, he was taller, bigger, more brutish, and more importantly- a boy.

"I'm here, aren't I?" I snapped back, taking off my shoes.

He crossed his arms, looming over me with a frown, "The whole neighborhood is in chaos and you walk in like any other day?"

"I was there, Yoru."

I probably should have worded it differently, because his face turned ashen and his lips parted in shock. I was confused at this before realizing he probably thought during the accident. Oops.

"Oh god." He moaned, cradling his head, "Dad is going to kill me. I'm supposed to look out for you, but there you go, getting in between two terrorist groups. You probably brought Tsume along too."

I frowned, feeling indignant, "He came of his own accord. And I wasn't there during it. I was there at the crime scene afterwards. Kazuya gave us the tip."

"Oh." The relief that washed over him made me incredibly guilty. He ran a hand through his hair, looking stressed and a bit like dad. I probably worried him to death.

I shuffled my feet and mumbled, "Sorry."

He sighed and I felt him move towards me, enveloping me in one of the big brother sentimental hugs. I felt relief escape me and I relaxed, wrapping my arms around him as well. But he was really tall. I was on my tip-toes. I practically disappeared in his buff arms and-

"Why are you shirtless?"

"I was working out, dork." He pulled away and I whimpered, realizing he'd gotten sweat all over me. Probably on purpose too. I noticed something and peered at him.

"How long were you working out?"

He looked away, "20 minutes?"

"How about 2 hours?"

He sighed. Nothing could hide the thick sheen of sweat on his skin. It was really gross. More importantly, his right eye was red and black that I hadn't immediately seen because of his bangs. The Kakuhou doesn't activate unless the ghoul is excited or…hungry.

"Have you eaten at all?" I asked suspiciously.

He slumped, "No." He waved me off when he saw me bristle. "Leave me alone. I've got to shower then I'll get a bite. Calm down, will you? You're worse than mom."

"No I'm not." I crossed my arms childishly.

He ignored me and headed into the living room. I followed, feeling the tension leave at the familiar scent and warmth of home. Yoru was rolling up his mat from the floor, idly switching off the fitness channel. He ran a towel through his tussled hair.

"Where did you go?"

"Bookstore, idiot."

"Just asking, you little shit."

I scoffed, "If mom caught you swearing around me she'd give you hell. Speaking of which, where are they?"

"Shopping." He wandered into the bathroom, "They'll be home soon. Don't go running off on one of your adventures again."

"Adventures?"

He didn't respond and I heard the shower turn on. With a heavy sigh, I dropped on the couch, picking up the discarded remote. Almost blindly, I turned it to the news. A lady appeared, one I recognized as Karin and a reporter. For a moment, I marveled that a ghoul and a human were on TV together before focusing in on their conversation.

"As the head of the board, I am responsible for all children of these incidents, regardless of differences." Karin was saying, her dark red hair hanging like a curtain around her face. The reporter was staring up at her dutifully with mic in hand. "With this tragic instance, I have contacted the Peace Organization and ensured the two child victims of the attack are given to welcoming families. They will be entered into the school as soon as they are on their feet. We are giving them time and space. The Guides are for sure treating them well."

"Am I to understand both are ghouls?"

"Ah." Karin looked sad. "Of the fourteen people who perished, eleven were ghouls. The fourteenth wasn't even a victim, but a member of the Scouts who was at Anteiku during the raid."

"And what does Anteiku have to say about this tragic event?"

"The owner is mournful of the incident." I had never noticed before, but Karin look exceptionally sad at the mention of Anteiku. I had forgotten that a lot of other ghouls grew up on Anteiku too. "He intends to rebuild and expand, and that relations between human and ghoul have never been stronger."

At this point I was sure the reporter was sparkling in awe. Despite this, she carried on, "All of us have been wondering about the Devoted and their recent movements. Why are they invading the 20th ward?"

"Regrettably," Karin sighed, "That is where the majority of half-ghouls live. They are the symbol of peace and unity of Tokyo that the Devoted are eager to crush. The Peace Organization will not let it come to that. Measures have been taken by the one Haise Sasaki, otherwise known as Kaneki Ken, to put forth the Guides in tailing these masked marauders."

I perked up at the familiar name of Tsume's dad. I wondered if the guy was watching this right now. I frowned, wondering what Kazuya was doing right now too. I hadn't seen them since they ran off. I pull out my phone and find it void of messages.

The reporter had asked a question. Karin was smiling grimly, "I do not implore panic among the half-ghouls. Please know that majority of half-ghouls are young children who should have no part in this conflict. The Peace Organization wishes to keep it this way."

"Are any other wards to be targeted?"

"I fear not. Though, the Scouts movement seems to be moving from the 15th ward towards the 20th. We worry for a clash."

"If this conflict does escalate, will any protective measures be taken for the residents of the 20th ward?"

"The Peace Organization will handle that." Karin promised. "Their goal is to bring balance between our races and I believe they can achieve that."

"Thank you, Karin-sensei, for your insightful words. Back to you Giki."

A middle aged man appeared on screen, "Right, thank you, now onto the bottom feeder epidemic in the 11th ward…"

I noticed a presence next to me and shifted a bit as Yoru sat down, throwing his arm around me. I hadn't realized I was crying until he wiped them away.

"You shouldn't be watching this." He whispered, switching the channel to some zebras but I was too caught up in the interview to pay attention.

"Brother," I frowned, curling up, "Are we in danger?"

"As if." He rolled his eyes. "Mom and dad would kick their asses before they so much as looked at us. We're safe, Kaoru. So is Tsume. You don't have to worry so much."

I cuddled into his side and sighed at his dumb watermelon shampoo, "You smell like a fat melon."

He laughed and shook his head, sending water droplets everywhere. I hissed, sending him a dirty look. He ruffled my hair, "Go do your homework, beansprout. I'll whip us up some dinner."

"Make extra for mom and dad."

"They can eat themselves for all I care."

"Brother."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

I smiled.


Note: Hello and welcome to whatever the hell this is. My mind says yes but the manga so far says no. So I've labeled it AU for all of you ready to beat me down for what I've done. This is a next generation story. Also, consider this a teaser. It is the actual first chapter, not a prologue. But I won't update until I've finished a lot more chapters and if this gets some good feedback. It might be revised if future chapters conflict with it.

Please note that, yes, this is labeled under horror. Do not expect sunshine and rainbows forever. It may be slow going but we'll get there. Just a warning for your fragile hearts.

*A lot of people don't know that Kaneki is his last name. His first name is Ken. Tsume means "Claw".

*While it seems like the story isn't timeline correct, I've made it so the war happened while in their mid twenties, so five years or so after Haise Sasaki was a thing. Yoru was born somewhere in these five years, and Sasaki would have realized his other half too. After the war and a few years later, Kaoru/Kazuya/Tsume are born around the same generation.

*I imagined that peace would have to become a thing eventually, if Tokyo wanted people to stop dying left and right, so a few laws would have to be changed. The Peace Act basically is a omitting of the 'ghoul have no rights' and basically a list of rules ghouls must live by in order to be safe in society. The Human Ghoul Body Preservation Society is something I imagined, since there are organ donations, would replace that in a crooked way to keep hunger away. Problems with this will come up later.

*Food is basically disguised. Half ghouls like Tsume/Kaoru/Yoru eat half foods. Ghouls eats humans. Humans eats normal food. Nothing has changed other then some minor tweaks to culinary which will be explained later on.

*Anteiku, Yoshimura, and many others will be explained with patience. This is going to be a long story.

*Why these ships? I don't have ships, honestly, and unless I'm absolutely sure any romantic feelings will develop, I won't make them have a child, much less get married. ToukaXKen happened because KenXRize makes me uncomfortable and I just can't write that kind of stuff. KimiXNishio happened because it's cannon. AmonX? happened because I have hopes and dreams not ready to be crushed. A few ships will be introduced and discussed later.

*Meatloaf is disgusting. Period.

Fun Fact: Kaoru, Tsume, and Kazuya have the same names as my characters from the Corpse Party story I'm writing. From horror to horror, the irony is astounding.

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