"Black Cat"
Her eyes were a deep blue, flecked with paler blue; but when they transformed into Kakugan, they lost their luster. They were enveloped in black and the iris encased in a crimson as red as blood. Her pupils would contract into beady black dots that glared through even the strongest of enemies.
As a Ghoul, she sustained a Kagune. The wing that sprouted from between her shoulder blade flapped and fluttered, anxious to start moving. A stump replaced what could have been another laced with a palette of red, orange and yellow all woven together in delicate swirls. Regardless, her movements were fast; but that did not compensate for her lack of endurance. She could only run for so long, and a Dove could easily grab hold of her if they had enough patience to wear her out. Keeping such a bright material around would surely alert a drunkard wandering amongst the side of the road, so she decided to deactivate after she had covered what seemed to be a considerable distance.
Tonight the wind was crisp and cold. It lashed at her face in violent protest. No, you can not go this way. Her hood was draped over the top of her head, and per usual, her bangs remained brushed over to the side. The mask, a representation of a white rabbit, was how she earned her name among the Doves. It was quite literal; Rabbit.
And as she advanced upon the dark Tokyo alleys, with the lights drifting behind her like a sea of roaring waves, she paused. Her fingers were numb, and the mask even colder. She fumbled with its edges, then finally put it on, flinching as its surface tickled her rosy cheeks with an icy grip.
The alleys were a great distance from the main streets of Tokyo the farther you traveled down. She came to a stop. Her heart beat quicker, pounding against her chest; surely whatever was here could hear her. Hear the fear that pulsed through her, the fear that had her standing paralyzed on the musty concrete.
Suddenly, a cat rounded the corner, its tail twitching. The short fur plastered against its flanks bristled as a sharp breeze gradually plucked it of its plumage, although to fully shave the cat, it would take many months, and even years. And yet this didn't bother it. Its head was obvious in the darkness, glittering a bright white all the way down to the chest; and the rest of the body a shrewd black.
Cursed was the stray for having an unfortunate mutation among the others. A street predator, perhaps a dog, could easily spot it from miles away. But why it continued to stand in front of her, she didn't know; surely it wanted to run. It were as if a deer were caught in the headlights. Yet there was no bright light save for her Kagune having been released earlier, which now sprinkled a slight shine behind her. But nothing more.
The cat threw its head back and yowled. She watched as it sat there, with the what seemed to be gray eyes hissing back at her. There was an odd science behind how the cat moved and how it would stare, as if taunting her, but in a friendly manner. As if it were a friend from long ago.
Author's Note
One shot. I got bored tonight and decided to write something random for Tokyo Ghoul. I have no idea what color Touka's eyes actually are whenever I look at pictures, so I just used blue. Hope you like it!