Chapter 1

July 2nd, 2012

"Sitting on my knees, the beast knows neither fear nor lust of pursuit. Pressed against me it is happiest."

Kafka's text garnered a small and content sigh from Arima. It was rather comforting to know that Kaneki Ken—No, Haise had finally ease up to him after months of cowering in the corner and giving a collection of novels to the amnesiac man. Of course, there were still bouts of fear and hesitance in his gray eyes, but each visitation slowly dwindled those alarming feelings away as Arima looked after him—groomed him into a fine investigator.

Just like the half-creature, he thought.

Yes. Similar to the half-kitten, half-lamb pet, Haise will eventually become a ghoul investigator. Very ironic, indeed. How can a half-human, half-ghoul could potentially persecute his own kind—let alone, kill them? The nature of such a being contradicted one another.

He stopped his reading, and looked out onto the small window of the airplane. So far, he only saw white clouds and the ocean below. They were going somewhere. Somewhere in which he and Yoshitoki could only hope find the answer to his anomaly.

Much to his curiosity and disdain, the copulation between a human and a ghoul was an interesting case of study. Biological half-ghouls are relatively rare among children of humans and ghouls, but him? Not so much. Arima and the others like him are more common; products of failure, or better yet, half-humans.

The truth of his being came about when he noticed that some of his older fellows had come and go—dying at a fairly young age. His father, Tsuneyoshi, had finally revealed to him that he and the other children will not live long because of their cursed blood of their ancestors. Probably he had had said this numerous times to many of his illegitimate children. As young as he once was, he was holding onto hope that one day someone will find a way to break this curse.

That hope eventually shattered when Arima examined their purpose of existence; they were made to become child soldiers. The Washuu clan, and V? They are their masters. The Sunlit Garden is nothing but a breeding facility, let alone, a prison.

"Attention, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. We'll be arriving our destination in fifteen minutes. Please buckle up your seatbelts in case of a slight turbulence. Thank you for patience, and we hope you enjoyed our flight."

When the speaker had come on, Arima brought himself out of his reverie and paid attention to the captain. He placed his bookmark on the page of where he stopped, and closed The Complete Stories of Franz Kafka. The white-haired man merely listened to the announcement and the simple instruction the captain gave, and slightly glanced to the sleeping man sitting beside him.

"Brother?"

The man didn't move a gesture. Arima observed that his brother was rather sleeping soundly. As far as their job goes, Yoshitoki seemed to have tired himself out from yesterday's operation. It was a troubling one. Weeks of preparation and investigating for leads absorbed the energy out of his older brother. However, yesterday was a blessing. He and the squads that took part in the operation finally exterminated the ghoul that had been terrorizing the 9th ward. A small vacation was rewarded; a vacation in which Yoshitoki had secretly planned for himself and Arima.

"Brother." Arima shook him lightly to wake him from his sleep. Yoshitoki slowly opened his eyes—revealing those dark-brown hues and sat up straight from his recline on his seat. The middle-aged man lightly rubbed his eyes and observed his surroundings. Nothing changed, except the fact that it is now day time. Has morning already passed? Did he miss his breakfast?

"Are we here?" Yoshitoki asked instead.

Arima could barely contain a small smile when he noticed his older brother's small bed hair. He nodded at his question; confirming their arrival at the place they're going to. "Yes. Make sure you buckle your seatbelt, brother."

Yoshitoki gave a heavy—yet tired—sigh and ran his hand through his dark hair to fix it any strands that might have stood out of place. He quickly adjusted his belt; making it sure it was tight like the way he tied his kimono together whenever he practices with Arima. Nostalgia filled him when he thought of his younger brother and their days training together back in the Garden. Why must the world be cruel knowing that your own kin will live a short-lived life? This was something he can never get an answer from.

As Arima heard numerous clicking noise of buckling from other passengers, he looked out onto the small window pane once more. His blue-gray eyes suddenly caught a sight of green from the distance, and realized that they have arrived.

"Isla Nublar," Yoshitoki said as he followed the white-haired man's gaze. At first, he was rather skeptical of seeking such help from InGen knowing that they might have the possibility to fix the Sunlit Garden's issue with life expectancy of half-humans, but now, Yoshitoki does not know what to think. "—To many, it's Jurassic World."

Arima remained silent when his brother explained to him the place, but he nonetheless hummed in response. He had heard of this place before. As far as he knows, the park itself is slowly declining. It's not because of any incidents that might have occurred nor its reputation from its predecessors, but it's more of...business. Arima may not have such expertise when the topic of business and monopolies are brought up; in fact, just thinking about it made him grimaced at the thought.

He heard a shuffling of paper and noticed Yoshitoki began skimming through the newspaper he was given by the flight attendant. His older brother smacked his lips when his dark eyes caught something. "Kishou, take a look of this."

Arima moved closer while Yoshitoki brought the paper towards his younger brother's direction for him to see. The reaper adjusted his glasses, and his mouth began to move as he read the heading of the article, "DR. HENRY WU PRESENTS HIS LATEST CREATION."

Yoshitoki retracted the paper away to look at him. Arima did the same and glanced at the middle-aged man, "Is that the man?"

His brother gave a sigh and folded the paper, "Yes. I've contacted his secretary if we can have the chance to meet up with him."

"What did the secretary say?"

Yoshitoki placed the newspaper into the little compartment in front of him, and leaned back onto his seat, "There's no guarantee we'll be able to have a small audience with him given the situation right now." His eyes remained at the compartment where he stored the given news. "—But, we can try." With that, Yoshitoki looked at him and gave Arima a small smile.

Arima slowly nodded in confirmation. There had to be a way to get in contact with Dr. Wu—the chief geneticist of InGen. The renown investigator opened the little compartment again to take out the newspaper. He opened to the page where he read the headline of the article, and his blue-gray eyes began reading through when he finally found it. "Brother."

"Hm?" Yoshitoki's eyes looked sideways; seeing his younger brother reading.

Arima licked his lips, "It says here Dr. Wu will be holding a small tour at the Hammond Creation Lab tomorrow in the afternoon."

Yoshitoki sat up straight as he tentatively listened to Arima. "—Maybe, just maybe, we can request for a private audience with him once the tour ends."

The older man inquisitively eyed his younger brother, "Kishou, you must realize that there are people seeking his attention. Most of them are these so-called money makers."

"Yes, I have given the thought. However, this is the only opportunity we have. If we present our case of me—" Arima taps himself on the chest. "—being a human-ghoul hybrid, this could potentially grab Dr. Wu's interest."

Before Arima could continue, the speaker went on, "Attention, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. Please prepare yourself for a small turbulence. We'll be landing shortly in five minutes. Thank you for your cooperation and patience."

Both men adjusted their seating as the plane shook. From afar, Arima heard a small infant crying. The mother tried to hush her child, but the turbulence allowed the crying to ensue. This had gone for almost three minutes until the shaking had stopped. The small infant finally ceased its weeping and was now reduced to small bouts of whimper.

For some reason, this reminded Arima once again of the Garden. Young children who were released into the field of flowers often cried—desperately reaching for their mothers who had let them go. But he was there. He was there to care for them. He became the glimmer of hope for them that one day, they will be released from this cage.

"Passengers. We have safely arrived in our destination. We thank you once again for your cooperation and patience with us. We do apologize for that small caution, and we hope you enjoyed the flight as well as your stay here in Jurassic World. Thank you!"

Once the captain signed off, the flight attendants told the passengers to stay put until it is safe to stand and move about. Arima looked over once again at his brother who seemed to be in deep thought to what he had suggested earlier. Sure it was a good idea, but Arima knew of the dangers and consequences of bringing up the topic of cannibalistic creatures roaming about outside of Japan.

Eventually, Yoshitoki gave a small sigh and relented to his brother's idea, "Fine. But Kishou, remember what I told you. This is not just about business, this is also about our identities. We can't risk revealing the nature of our beings especially when we're far away from home."

Arima nodded. "I understand. If this doesn't work, we can always schedule our meeting when the doctor is not busy."

Yoshitoki hummed in agreement after Arima answered back with a more reasonable solution. The flight attendants finally allowed the passengers to move and gather their luggages. Towards the front of the plane, the bureau chief could see several passengers disembarking the plane. Now it was their turn to stand and gather their belongings. "Come Kishou. One of my associates is waiting for us."

Arima let out a short breath, and stood up with his knees creaking. This would be an interesting vacation, Arima thought to himself.

A/N: The idea of hybridization intrigued me into writing this piece. Tokyo Ghoul (Part 1 and 2) and Jurassic World (specifically) were my main inspirations for writing this crossover and served as the foundation.

Some thoughts to ponder on:

Will Dr. Wu be able to solve Arima's life expectancy?

Why is Yoshitoki helping Arima? And possibly the children of the Sunlit Garden?