Okay, my first fanfiction. I hope it's acceptable. I would appreciate if your reviews could help me improve my style. If I do something horribly wrong, please tell me, but I would also appreciate if you could tell me how to correct it.

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SNAP! The serial killers head became twisted at an odd angle, but he didn't fall. He was instead dragged to a nondescript car and shoved unceremoniously into the trunk by someone with white clothing and a female figure. The monochromatic woman stepped into the driver's side of the vehicle and began to drive. As she was moving, she smiled. The CCG wouldn't catch her this hunt, nor would they catch her during the next. She never left things like footprints, nor did she happen to "forget" small items, She CERTAINLY never left any kagune secretions. The only connection her targets had to one another was a tendancy towards violence. To the CCG, she was practically invisible and untracable (It was why they reffered to her as a ghost). The man following on the rooftops however. . . He would make things interesting.

Normally she would go directly home, but then again, normally she wasn't followed. So as to not to give any hint of where she lived, she decided to set up in an abandoned building.

She started out by laying down a rubber mat. After placing the corpse in the center to reduce the mess, she drained the criminal's blood into the large containers she kept in her car. Once it was all collected, she separated the killer's limbs and used the knives from her glove box to separate the edible flesh from bone, placing it in large coolers she kept in the back. Once she was done with the limbs, she moved on to the torso: removing the organs and muscles, placing them in the coolers as well (She left the digestive system and genitalia intact though, no way was she eating any of that).

After cleaning up, the unwelcome guest finally decided to make himself known.

"So it's true what they say about you, Butcher. . . every last bit of it."

Getting a good look at the newcomer, the female smiled. She knew those guys would send someone after her eventually, but this was a pleasant surprise.

"Ayato, how pleasant to meet you." She'd heard about him. An executive. They were going around, trying to recruit powerful individuals like herself.

To be honest, she was a bit surprised. She had expected Noro, Tatara, or even Eto herself. Either they grossly underestimated her abilities, or this guy was more powerful than he seemed. The Butcher decided it was probably the first option, but she was going to act like it was the second. If they underestimated her, she wouldn't make the same mistake.

At least they didn't send Noro or Yamori. Those two weren't good at "subtle." As it is, Ayato wouldn't draw too much attention. This little meeting wouldn't be noticed by the CCG at all.

Ayato faltered for a moment after being immediately recognised, but he regained his composure almost immediately. "I see you did your research. . . I really am surprised, you know. I figured that the assumption that you target criminals was the closest to the truth, but not only did you target a criminal, you went out of your way to leave no evidence whatsoever, and you went and chopped him up! If you had been a little more observant it would've been a perfect kill."

The woman's face betrayed nothing, yet she smirked inwardly, so he thought he was unnoticed? Well, no need for him to think differently. "Yes, I suppose that could use some work. So what, exactly, do you want?" She already knew, of course. Yamori had approached Rize (that careless glutton) only a few hours earlier and "asked" the same thing.

"Well. . . I was sent to offer you a place in our. . . organization." Ayato gave a little smirk with that bit.

Smug bastard. "and what happens if I say 'NO?' hmmm? what will you do then?"

Ayato's smirk grew. "Oh, see, you don't really get to say 'no,' you either come willingly, or I break your legs and carry you back to the 11th ward."

Idiot. He just told me what he was going to do and how he was going to do it. "I do believe you're mistaken in that."

Ayato grinned, and lunged.

Now, Ayato was fast, he could probably play table tennis against himself, and keep the ball moving easily. So when his attack was dodged with contempt by a ghoul whose kagune was known to be of the kokaku variety, he froze up in surprise.

There was a flash of pain in the back of his head, then nothing.

When he came to, the girl, and her car, were long gone. As was Ayato's favorite scarf.

"Bitch."