Time seems to move at a different pace in a hospital lounge. The silent solitude and the whispered words seems to ring with a shriller tone than the five year old compressor of the air conditioner uttering his same e-flat tone as religiously as it did when it was installed. This lounge was not a posh one; a few seats and a zoomed artwork of bacterium adorns its otherwise bland walls. Three people sparsely populate this seeming nothingness. One with folded arms, one massaging his forehead temples and the last one with his spectacles illuminated by the blue light of his laptop seemed to be running an unfazed amount of code reflected on his thin half moon spectacles.

A phone call rings and a receptionist apparates at the desk out of this marrowed nothingness. The man on the laptop looked up along with the the short lenght cut figure which reveals herself as a woman with pearl white hair with a Norwegian style brain running along the circumference of her scalp. The receptionist looks once at the man with the specs and then at the one with folded arms; while the white haired woman looks at her. Her face betrayed a touch of caution mixed with longing. The man with folded arms looked at her and then convoluted his face into a grimace of hatred which she supposedly does not take notice of.

The receptionist puts down the phone. The tension in the room reaches electronic proportions but still no one utters a sound. She looks at the man in the half moon spectacles and says-"Kureo, your girl lives, the project was a success; her RC cells have reached phenomenal quantities".

The woman surges forward with a burst of speed which may only be attributed to the longing of a mother and asks the receptionist with tears in her eyes, "when can I see her...?...tell me?". The man rose gradually with a menacing smirk on his face,"What sort of a fake mother are you Kasuka? You gave up your first born for the programme and now you shed tears after subjecting her to infernal torture? Don't you dare shed those fake tears infront of me...I despise you Kasuka...I loathe you more than the monster you made your newborn into".

"Now",he continued," Don't you dare give me that horsecrap about humanity and sacrifice, because the way I see it, both of you have no right to call her your daughter".

Kureo cleared his throat and interjected," I think that a person who owes his life to the former has no right to accuse her to be a monster, because I will not hesitate a second before taking the very shitstain of a life that Kasuka had once had pity to". The man with crossed arms adjusted his coat showing a steampunk pocketwatch that was visible for only a second before he tugged his white waistcoat back in again.

He sat down again and took out a enamelled pipe and promptly lit it again with a prodigal show of his flair and his marked disgust at the couple. The elevator light turned green as if on cue and down came a glass stretcher with a baby looking angelic in every aspect but her eyes that were blacker that bottomless pits and with bled continuously with a single red speck adorning the center like an island inside hellfire; her eyes seemed fixated on her mother with a gleam of what could be at most be described as a kind of twisted infancy well worthy the first rung of hell-Limbo.

The nurse handed the infant to Kasuka who looked as if her soul had been twisted into thousand knots and each was convolting a sense of outmost horror and self repentence; the infant turned her head towards her mother and smiled.

She smiled with bleeding eyes full of joy...- Neil Idoyitshi( DATED 14/06/2016)

Damn, I'm getting goosebumps everytime I'm seeing a baby now. Oh, and as a matter of fact I wrote this in a hospital lounge itself,😱

Anyway, the manga most probably did not specify what Akira's mother was and nor did it specify how she died; so here I am trying to fill the blanks. (Okay edit[15/06/2106]: It actually did, but I wasn't sane enough to notice...all Akane references have been turned to Kasuka.) ( Shoutout yet again to lifeisahiddenriddle for the heads up...)

So, an enormous shoutout to my fellow readers for whom I've reached 1.1k hits. (I hate decimals now).😅 And to my most recent guest reviewer janetkristi14 for your very kind words of support. And to my biggest guide and mentor lifeisahiddenriddle and most of all to my little brother, Jsho, who I guess is 5 hours old as I'm writing this... ( and no, this piece was definitely not inspired by him you sadist).😡

And, just as a footnote I was supposed to make the flashback in ballad form, but somehow, I felt that this would be more apt. To those dissapointed, next time perhaps?.

To anyone interested in being a bonafide douche and asking me about dated and stuff, I'll be very gracious and give you an approximation that these flasback occurrences where probably around 35 years before The original tokyo ghoul series and I'll attach a spoiler that Kureo's first daughter isn't Akira.

So quoting from Othello,""Keepth supp'rting liketh thee guys hav't been doing all this while. and comments, reviews,questions and suggestions art at each moment welcometh"... (All hail Shakespeare😅)

Very Ambigous Random Question The Day...*fanfare* Source:- Asked via media by RandomTampon

Q:- How many chapters will you be dedicating to this flashback of yours? A:- (I cannot unsee that name.😱😱Anyway, you just spared me the trouble of another paragraph for explanations, so kudos.) Okay, so this isn't gonna be a flashback per se but, it's gonna be an alternating narrative between past events and the present. And so, Im going to be jumping from one timelime to another the moment the story over there stars getting tense just to tease you guys. ( Love you lots😗). And at the moment you guys can expect a few chapters of my "past" narrative and then I switch back to see what our poor delutional Ka-oops ...I mean Haise is doing. (Close shave😖).

So keep dem views, questions and suggestions coming this else Tsukuyama gonna go all...you know...tsukuyama on you i guess...haha.. (Stop staring...that wasn't lame) .

P.S.:- So, did manage writing a chapter...hooray...and I've thought of a new trick to make you guys apeshit on me every other day...what more can i ask for? I'm fabulous...dawg. ( Somebody punch me...I'm possessed). Anyway...hope o can do the same for the next chapters too...

(Next update on 17 June 5:30 am IST)