Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Ghoul or any of its characters. I do own my OCs
I shut the door to my modern apartment and tossed my backpack on the ground, too bothered to hang it on the coat rack. I sighed. "Another individual I was forced to speak with," I mumbled. The pitter patter of claws echoed in the empty space. My cat rounded the corner and her white coat shone in the darkness.
"Hey, Tani," I spoke, squatting down to pet her.
She brushed underneath my fingers and purred with affection.
I stood up again and flipped the light switch. The lights along the foyer activated one by one. My usual routine of pulling open my laptop and sitting on the bar counter, prowling dating websites for middle aged men with no kids or a wife, then initiated. That sounds creepy. Oh gosh. Um, no, I mean like searching for food. Why affect a whole family's life to satisfy my cursed diet, right?
After an hour of confirming some random guys address, I wrote down his name on a sticky note and stuck it to my inner wrist. I rolled down my sleeve, hopping off of the counter.
"I'm going to be gone for a bit, okay?" I shouted to the only other inhabitant of my home.
She meowed in response.
My cabinets filled with multiple spray bottles of bleach welcomed me. I grabbed a roll of paper towels from under the sink and struggled to carry the cleaning supplies over to my backpack. Crumbling on the ground with the objects threatening to fall over was the only way of reaching my bag. I pulled all of the useless stuff I wouldn't be need for the night out of the Jansport and placed them on the dining table. Tightening the nozzle of the bottle, I shoved the last item in. I grabbed my keys out and opened the door, waving one last time to Tani.
And so, the night went on.
The sky was a pale grey with the five o'clock hour. I peeked at my sleeve to double check the address and directions, turning right. The building I googled pictures of came into sight and a small smile appeared on my face. I picked up the pace and my Vans hit the ground at a quickened speed.
I slipped inside through an open bathroom window and heard a pan being shuffled against the stove. Music that I could only categorize as 'old people songs' played from the kitchen. I hid behind the doorframe, studying the layout of the town home. The kitchen was to my left and down a long hallway. The hallway continued to my right leading on to bedrooms. I came out of the bathroom and explored the bedrooms double checking for any other signs of life. Going through my checklist of requirements, I finally came to the conclusion he was positive to eat. He didn't have a nursery, there weren't any family pictures, the only bedrooms were his and what seemed to be a guest room, his home wasn't carpet, and he was generally tidy.
I listened to the sounds of his cooking and took of my shoes, placing them back inside the bathroom. My socks skated against the cool wood without a sound and my stealth took over. I spied inside of the kitchen and saw the other pots and pans hung up behind him. He began singing the lyrics to the next song and cracked another egg into the pan he was using.
I entered the space and carefully removed a pan from it's hook. Holding next to my head, I swung it like a bat. It clanged against his skull and he clattered to the ground in a lump. I stood above him, making sure he was unconscious. I tipped his head over to the side with my foot and a stream of red came out of his ear. My strength had already killed him. Perfect.
The afternoon sun hit my as I walked out of my victim's home smelling of bleach and floor wax. My ears heightened at the fast, approaching footsteps coming my way.
"Leiko! Wait up."
I turned to see a girl in small stature coming for me. She pushed against the crowd and nearly dove into a cabbage cart. Her breathing was labored and irregular from the hectic running.
"W-where'd you come from?" She said, stuttering out of breath.
My response was quick, "A study session at the college."
I realized my mistake the moment if left my mouth and mentally scolded myself. Shit.
Mihaya cocked her head, "But the college is that way." She pointed in the direction I was headed towards. My mind searched through files and files of excuses.
"Hey," another voice spoke.
The voice seemed oddly familiar, but I didn't turn, hoping Mihaya was distracted by the stranger.
A hand landed on my shoulder. I went into combat mode and whipped my head to the foolish individual who would dare touch me. The eyes of a hidden ghoul reached mine. My absolute favorite person, Ayato Kirishima.
He smiled at Mihaya and spoke again to me. "There's a bunch of calculators that were left and I was running to come and find you. I thought one may be yours."
"Yeah. I was going to go back and pick it up. Sorry, I'll catch up with you later, Mihaya," I carried on.
A grin started creeping up on her face. Looking back and forth between me and the jerk who stood next to me, she nodded her head slowly. "Mhm, " she paused. "I'll see you later, Leiko." She looked at Ayato one last time before departing.
I let out a sigh and tried to slip away before he could catch me, but he was already blocking my path.
"So," he spoke, trying to intimidate me. "I have your first name now, and you have my full name. Give me the rest."
Aw, look at this tough guy trying to rile me up.
I brushed past him, "I'm not obligated to do anything."
As I left our little chat, he grabbed the handle of my backpack and tugged me towards him, nearly pulling me over. "If you don't give me the rest right now, I'm going to completely wreck you."
Now, of course, I knew that he didn't have the capabilities to do anything to me, but that confident air of his said otherwise.
My scoff that followed his threat threw him off guard. I flipped around and fisted the collar of his shirt. "Listen, the only reason I'm giving you my name is so you know who to avoid. Leiko Eikiguchi. Don't come near me again."
I let go of the fabric and turned my back on him. A dumbfounded Ayato stood in the middle of a busy sidewalk and watched me leave. I could tell he was challenging me and testing my tolerance for him, but I don't want to waste my time on his ass. Duh, I have entrance exams.
A.N.
I guess my chapter was finished before I expected? I have little to no clue to how I did that, but wow! I got good feedback on my first chapter so I decided to go along with it for now. I haven't even started an outline for this so I'll see where it takes me. Writing on the spot is a bit easier, but messier too. Anyways, thanks for reading the second chapter and if you have any plot suggestions I would be glad to hear them.
~Luna Restings
