T-Today's... entertainment? What is Tsukiyama-san talking about? Are we going t-to dance for him or something?

I soon figured out I was completely wrong. The walls started to shake and I could feel gravity working against us as the room seemed to head in an upwards direction. Tsukiyama-san put on a mask, and the moment we were in an arena-like field, he jumped high into the air and landed on a second story before jumping onto the third.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present two fine ghouls. One is a beautiful and charming young lady who stole my heart at one time, and another is a man who's main interest is books. Many might be thinking that this, cannibalism, is very putrid, but I assure you all that they are TRES BIEN!" He exclaimed into a microphone.

All around us were other ghouls, I presumed. They all had masks so I had to assume the most plausible theory. Eyes watched over us in observation of muscles, the look on our faces, our reactions- everything. Some seemed disgusted, others seemed in an ecstatic mood.

Does he plan to feed us to them?

"Should our two contestants win against our scavengers, I shall grant them freedom," Tsukiyama-san went on.

The sounds of disappointment echoed throughout the "restaurant."

"Fret not, I have another meal prepared in case of that event- either way, your meal shall be... exqùisite."

The crowd calmed down when the Frenchman said his final sentence. He passed the microphone to another man who introduced us to our first, and possibly final, opponent. I looked at Touka-chan who had an expression of worry and hatred.

As the man went on to say something about a "Mrs. M" or another name, I tapped Touka-chan's shoulders. She reacted rather harshly and turned abruptly to face the person who dared touch her. It seems I was wrong. I am, if only slightly, taller than the girl. I put my hand on her head and rubbed it gently. Whether the idea of her killing me for doing something odd such as that act I had just performed was not a worry of mine at the moment. Now, at this time, my focus was more directed to keeping her as relaxed as possible and to try and keep us alive. A big man came from a big door. He seemed overly obese in every way and had seemingly no eyes. Blood covered his face and he held a giant, sharp object of which I presume he is going to use to try and cut us.

Wait... I forgot to take out my mask from my pocket earlier. Touka-chan and the others instructed that I keep it with me at all times in case of emergency, and I was not expecting this turn of events and was going to take it out but my mind seems to have gone elsewhere during that time.

I took it out and put it on. Touka-chan also had hers and she put it on. They already saw our faces, but that's okay- through the crowd and people it's doubtful they'll even be able to remember our (un-ghoul-ified) eye color or even certain features on our faces.

The audience members took sides betting. Most went for the gigantic lump of meat that stood before us, however, some went for me, Touka-chan or both of us. Maybe one of us would die- that might be what they were betting on when choosing between me and Touka-chan.

Why would they pick us? For certain, the girl to my left was already in a fighting stance representing her professionalism in fighting, prompting others to think she would win. Her mask was a bunny, which was not surprising given her tastes, however, I think it didn't affect anyone's hypothesis as to who would win at the end of this. And, of course, the ones who bet on my win did so because of my leather, black mask that was more intimidating than anyone's else's here.

"Go get them for mommy!" I heard a woman from the spectators yell aloud.

With a moment's hesitation, the monstrosity replied with a "Yes momma" and proceeded to attack us. With some of that training with Touka-chan and Yomo, dodging this freak show's attacks were nothing with his insanely slow speed.

The thing decided to target me, and I lead him around what I could avoid his attacks that seemed to be getting faster. Touka-chan slipped away and proceeded to attack from his rear. She tried to pierce through the lump of fat known as his "neck" but missed and ended up cutting through his shoulder.

In a fury of pain, he thrashed around violently and threw the object into his hands that hit me. It sent me flying, however, no damage was done to my body.

The woman yelled out again this time in a more angry tone trying to encourage the beast to finish us, however, she'd need to reverse our current roles in order to do so.

With his next swing towards Touka-chan, she easily backed off, surrounded him and impaled him once again- this time through a vital organ the size of a brain, which was his heart. Everything about him was supersized.

He died instantly. Touka-chan instantaneously took her hand from the blubber and mess that he was and shook her hand off from the repulsive blood that was on it.

The people hated our performance because of its inconsistency, its messy action and apparently being too anti-climactic. It's not like I care about these terrifying ghoul's preferences and what they like.

The man on the microphone concluded that his meat would be served, grilled and prepared the freshest and it would look seemingly unrecognizable from its current appearance. What a horrible way to die... eaten by the hands of your own captors. The poor man probably had Stockholm syndrome and was connected to the woman who kept yelling out to him.

The one thing that I found weirdest was my sense of bravery. I had the courage and confidence to stand tall and mighty right now, and it's because Touka-chan's here... and I want to make sure she lives. What happened to Hinami-chan and her mother... I won't let that happen to anyone I know. That's what I promised myself! And in order to keep that promise, I have to stand as high as I can and fight however I can.

The man on the third story then introduced the next person that was to fight us. How revolting. Patches of hair missing, an insane look on his face, dirt all over his clothes and body, the smell of death looming around him- what was he? Human or ghoul? I couldn't tell. Either way, this white-haired thing was an exclusively horrid sight to bare witness to.

Before the announcer could finish explaining who this was and who he belonged to, he attacked. Very quickly he attacked, and very quickly Touka-chan countered. She, however, was cut.

The thing held what was known as a quinque. A device used to kill ghouls and is made from ghouls. The Manager explained these to me, so I should avoid this at all costs.

The two duked it out with repeated blows back and forth, but neither of them cutting or scraping the other with enough force to move them or make them feel a sense of danger.

I ran to the side of Touka-chan and moved in to attack it. I punched, but I was, in a sense, very slow and sloppy. He avoided with no problem.

The quinque, a small knife variant, plunged into my side.

It hurt... IT HURT! This thing... this tiny thing hurt more than that monsters gigantic sword... it's flawed logic, but it hurts! IT HURTS SO MUCH! BEING STABBED IS THE WORST FEELING.

I crumpled up into a ball, and those who placed their bets on me immediately regretted their decision. I'm nothing but a weakling...

I held my side as I saw blood spout and trickle out. It was already slowly healing, but that didn't stop the pain. Even if there's a sense of immortality when getting stabbed, you don't want to get stabbed because the pain is unbearable.

As the possible human was about to finish me off, Touka-chan broke his neck. He was too arrogant, or maybe there was too much blood lust in his eyes- either way, it resulted in being the death of him.

Touka-chan tried to persuade me to get up, but I refused to do so. I stayed there thinking about the events so far. Tsukiyama... that bastard. I can understand my friend's hate for him now. He's disgusting. He doesn't deserve an honorific in the name of Japanese disrespect.

"My, my! How fascinating and entertaining!" Tsukiyama said into the mic watching with an observant posture. "It'll be even more exquisite cooking such well-done meat! Now then, let us bring out un de nos chefs."

Chef. Chef? Cook. Chefs cook. Chefs cook meat. This is a restaurant. Chefs work at restaurants. A ghoul restaurant. A ghoul chef. Even an insane, cannibalizing human couldn't live with these creatures. If it's a ghoul chef, then that means it's a ghoul. I know that, so why repeat it? Because ghouls are strong. Touka-chan isn't at her best right now, and I can barely help.

The door opened, letting in a man wearing a mask that had a painted smile made of an arm. Intimidating. Scary. That's what he was.

"Hello, bunny rabbit. For the first time, I'll get to cook human food it seems, in a technicality."

"You're not cooking anything you scumbag!" Touka-chan replied as she ignorantly advanced in an attack.

IDIOT! You're advancing without knowing your enemy! What do you hope to accomplish, Touka-chan! Damn it. Damn it. Damn it all! Heal faster! Get up! My body won't listen!

Touka-chan was lunging towards the ghoul. She was a meter from getting to him when he unleashed his kagune, sending her body flying to the other side. It hit her on the left. Taking a look at his kagune, it was like Tsukiyama's, except with small spikes all around it. It must have hurt Touka-chan.

"Touka-chan!" I cried out to her. She got up as if she were inhuman. I could see her shaking some from the force of the hit, and possibly from fear.

She also unleashed her kagune. A beautiful wing that looked like a lit fire. Ferocious and beautiful. It fit Touka-chan perfectly. With her kagune, she went in for another try- another attack. The space we were in was quite open, but she found a way to hope from column to column at amazing speeds before deciding to surprise the enemy.

Within a foot of hitting him, this time, the same thing happened, this time harder.

"Ignorant fool. Do you think I'm so inexperienced that I'd lose to such a plain trick? That's the primitive attack of an Ukaku ghoul," he said in a calm voice.

Passively, he walked over to the girl's body and kicked her a few feet back once again.

"Finish her!" "Aye!" "We need some good food!" "I will pay a big some for her lower half..!"

Sick... sick. Sick! SICK! SICK.

The chef picked her up with one hand and held her up to the audience. They cheered wildly.

He was mocking me. He was showing me that was how I was going to end up. He was showing me that the person stronger than me couldn't even beat him. That's okay now... it's cliché, I know. Your friend is in trouble and you suddenly gain almighty power and motivation.

But that's not the case. I've always had power, I just didn't have the skill to use it... and I've always been motivated. It's just that this agitates me.

With the roar of a lion, I stood up and leaped at the ghoul chef. I could feel something on my back, almost as if it were another limb.

"A Rinkaku?" I heard him mumble to himself.

He threw Touka-chan's almost unconscious body to the side and waited to counter me like he did to her. I'm not that level of retarded, I'M EVEN MORE RETARDED.

His kagune hit me. It hurt. It was like sleeping on a bed of nails, but that didn't stop me. For Touka-chan. FOR TOUKA-CHAN I MUST.

Before he could send me into the air, I latched onto his kagune. The spikes of, of course, hurt like hell, but this was the only way for someone like me to win. I could feel the surprise from him. Bleeding from my arms, I tried to once again lunge at him, but my arms and legs didn't move, instead it was the fifth, no, fifth through eight limbs that were on my back. They came crashing down on his body as he tried to protect himself. I pierced his chest. He fell backward and I let go. Quickly, I unzipped my mask and jumped on him. As he tried to ask for mercy and kick me away, I bit into his neck. My kagune ripped through vital organs at the same time. A calm person is ready for anything but the expected- they're calm because they expect the expected. Give them the unexpected and they can't react fast enough. Simple.

The crowd watched in silence as I got up from the chef's dead body. It must have surprised them too, that someone like me had killed one of their chefs in one of the most idiotic ways possible.

It's not like I care about them anyways.

Tsukiyama started to clap. "I was not expecting that Kaneki-kun... indeed, you are very special. Might I request you become one of our pat-"

"Don't kid yourself!" I yelled at him. I slowly turned my head towards him on the second top floor. I stared him down with the one eye that wasn't covered by the eyepatch. It wasn't like me to get mad like that, but I felt that it was a duty of mine. "I'm sick of this. I thought you were okay... but it turns out you were just like how Touka-chan said you were."

He dropped down and started walking towards me. "Now, now Kaneki-kun, it was all for fun."

"So hurting others if fun?"

"I would've interfered had any-"

"Don't give me that crap! Take another step and I'll kill you!"

He smiled. "Kill me? I don't think you could!" He shouted as he swiftly approached me. It was a bluff. I can't fight a head on battle with Tsukiyama- I don't know anything about his fighting style or kagune.

As fast as I could I picked Touka up and ran to the other side of the auditorium-like room.

"Let them go!" Tsukiyama said aloud for all to hear.

People questioned him, but they did as he said. We were allowed to leave. I walked out eyeing everyone to be ready if anyone pulled any sort of surprise attack. No one did. The second I got outside, I started running. I didn't care about our masks or how dirty and bloody we looked. I didn't care if there was a CCG investigator somewhere. All I needed to do right now was get to Anteiku. It's been about an hour since we met up with Tsukiyama and it was dusk. I ran as fast as I could. I did so because Touka-chan needed medical attention.

I reached Anteiku finally, after what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes.

By this time Anteiku was closed, and with my speed, I doubt anyone saw anything abnormal with me and the girl I was carrying. I knocked on the door as soon as I reached it. I could hear people's voices inside. The only voice I didn't hear inside was Yomo's, but the rest of Anteiku's employees were there.

"Oh that must be those two l-" I heard Enji-kun say as he opened the door. He stopped mid sentence as he saw the both of us.

I took my mask off half of the way, and it was dangling from one side. Tears were coming down my face and it looked like I had been through hell. Touka-chan's limp body in my hand and everything around stained in blood. The red substance in my mouth made me feel like a monster, but there was nothing I could do about it right now.

"Tasukete."

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An update. Your're welcome.