Guess who is back! To all of the one person who voted, Thank you, really, Thank you for showing me you care *Crushes to death with hug* Moving on, you know how people keep expecting major shit to hit the fan, yeah. That's coming in this release, four chapters at once, whoo! Also, happy birthday to me (27th) Yay! I want to update both TG:D and KtG today, FR tomorrow, and AW the day after that. Maybe write a halloween one shot or something. Who knows.

(One last thing *POV indicates a change in point of view, however since part of the fun in my writing is for my reader to figure out whose pov they are in, I won't outright tell you who is whom.)

Chapter 12: A Return to Normalcy? Vermächtnis von Großvater Ghul

Ayato froze, a familiar scent hitting his nose. A chill ran up his spine as cold words returned to his mind "What do you think it means to half-kill someone, Ayato-kun?... I decided to break half the bones in your body."

"Kirishima-san?" one of his subordinates turned to look at him.

Ayato realized he had stopped walking and silently cursed himself. Just his luck that he had to tend the weeklings today and run into this guy. He hadn't caught a whiff for so long that he really believed that white haired bastard was dead. "Any of you shitty brats ever hear of the Eyepatch ghoul?" The recruits sucked in a collective gasp. Some shifted nervously, others glanced around. The strongest of the bunch finally grew the balls to say something.

"Y-you mean the cannibal that killed Yamori Jason?"

"Yeah," he gave an annoyed sigh and really hoped they didn't see him shaking. While Ayato was confident in his ability now, just remembering that guy chilled his soul. He was barely alive after what Kaneki did to him. "and from the stink of it, you might meet him soon." He forced himself to keep walking, to act calm. Not for the rookies but for himself. Part of him wished that he was just mistaken, another part wanted it to be true just so he could kill Kaneki himself, but by in large, he wanted the scent to be stale. He really didn't want to meet with a guy that could fight the CCG's shinigami, Arima, to a standstill and live to tell of it. Ayato swallowed and hurried on as casually as possible.

*POV

Eto sighed, swinging her legs back and forth. There was something so boring about the world without others around. Tormenting them was just too much fun. A smile crept onto her face when she thought about Kanou's final creation, her own little boy. His face was very much like Kaneki's but there was something definitely sinister about the child that wasn't present in his father. This little bundle of death was the product of genetic tampering, fusing two half ghouls. There were precious few research notes not destroyed but that strange scorpion, but amongst the pages of data, the secret she had been searching for was to be found.

Kanou had requested permission to take a sample of her kagune to "better replicate the power of Yoshimura in an artificial half ghoul," what she was not informed of was the doctor wanting to put her under. When the procedure was planned, Kanou took more than just a few cells from her koukaku. He had surgically removed eggs from her body, and, after splicing the genetics from Kaneki, obtained during his "ghoulification" surgery a long time ago, with Rize's kagune, the doctor was able to create four variations of male zygotes. Only one of these genetic rebalances succeeded in fertilizing an egg taken from Eto. That single, matched cell grew into the little boy called Yukio.

The doctor was very thorough when recording data on her son. Once a month, for six months, Kanou took a picture of Yukio's prenatal growth and recorded any significant changes to the experiment. Unlike any other pregnancy, Yukio was fully developed and functioning at six months. It took just ten months for him to grow to the age seen in the video. The boy did only three things, eat, sleep, and read. There were several recordings of him reading stories to the other experiments. Eto couldn't help but fawn over his little monotone voice.

The files had confirmed what she believed, that Yukio was her son, made from her and the only other male half ghoul she knew of. While his rate of growth concerned her there was something in the back of her mind that said Yukio was alright. She smiled again. "Little boys need their mothers' guidance if they want to grow up big and strong. My little angel of death is out there, and I'm going to find him." She looked up to the moon and smiled into the starry Tokyo night.

*POV

"What do you mean you haven't seen him!" Mado fought down the worry rising in her gut. Sasaki had come in to get Urie then left, but after that they had both vanished. Shirazu was badly injured, Seiko had been attacked by a ghoul and was rescued by a "man with a metal arm", and Mitsuki had spent the whole time talking to a group of students with a ghoul right in front of him. This day couldn't be worse.

"I'm sorry Mado-san," the attendant said, "Sasaki-san said he was taking Urie-san to the hospital; if he isn't there then I don't know what could have happened."

The blonde raked fingers through her hair in a desperate bid to calm herself. She was worrying like a mother over a lost child and she had to keep reminding herself that Sasaki is a grown man. Her concern only grew when she noticed the guilty look on Shirazu's face. His eyes were dark. She scowled, turning to face her team. "We need answers and there is only one person I can think of to give them. Common, we're going to Cochlea." She was bombarded with questions all the way there, answering only with silence.

Cochlea was massive; the glass dome roof let sunlight pour into the layered cylinder prison. The ghouls detained here were used for CCG's R&D teams or as sources of information on their underground society. One prisoner in particular lasted well over a decade because his information was so reliable. He is, in fact, the very ghoul Mado came to visit. Megumi Koto, the Kingpin, leader of the largest, oldest, most profitable ghoul yakuza of the modern era.

Operations started with Koto's father, Satoshi, who was already in his mid forties, three years before the Great War. At first it was just the smuggling of illegal or rationed goods like tobacco, alcohol, even rice. They branched out into munitions later and relocated their base from Nagasaki to Tokyo. Towards the end of the war, Satoshi made the leap from trafficking goods to trafficking people. At first just relocating them to the countryside for steep sums. As soon as the war was over though, it turned to the barter and trade of those who thought they were escaping Japan. Koto took over a decade later when he turned eighteen and his yakuza prospered.

Perhaps one of the reasons Kingpin's group was so successful were the close family bonds shared by its members. Or maybe Koto really was a genius leader. Despite having no formal education, he was able to devise hundreds of successful kidnapping methods. All credit was given to Koto. The organized ghouls dominated all illegal trade until Kingpin's detainment, after which they promptly disappeared.

Before his arrest however, the Kingsmen, as they called themselves, were expert traders of human lives. Their leader received a reputation through the numerous years of the CCG's operation. Anyone unlucky enough to be assigned to the Kingpin case, if they chose to investigate, would receive a painstakingly detailed, black and white photo of a coworker or loved one stripped, bound, and gagged, with a knife to their neck. This was often the only evidence of their disappearance. They were never seen again. More than likely they were sold with Kingpin's other products, alive or butchered. There was one curiosity about Kingpin, however, he never harmed a child. If the investigator assigned to him had young children it was always the spouse, friend, or partner to vanish.

In the end it had been Akira's father that apprehended Koto, but she still remember the terrifying first meeting with a ghoul. She was only eleven…

It was late and Akira was walking home from club activities, Mother and Father were both still at work. The friend that promised her a ride ditched her, not that they were really friends to begin with. The other girl probably hate her in all honesty, just waiting long enough to find something worth blackmailing Akira over. The street light went out suddenly and she jumped. One by one, for half a block, the lights went out, until she was very much alone, in the dark.

"Ha~, man, I really couldn't be bothered. But it's just my luck that boss would choose us."

"Stop complaining already! Kingpin'll skewer ya for sure." Two men in black and silver pinstriped suits with angled fedoras stepped into Akira's view. Her heart leapt into her throat. She had heard her parents arguing about taking the Kingpin case earlier. Her mother wanted to, her father was worried about their well being if he took it. These men, if they were working for Kingpin, were ghouls. She clutched the straps of her bag tighter as they approached.

"Hey, little girl. My friend and I were wondering if you could point us in the direction of the Mado residence. We have some business with Mrs. Mado."

"My Mommy is still at work," despite her shaking legs Akira's voice was even, "and Daddy will be coming home with her. They're going to kill you when they get back."

The adult ghouls exchanged a telling glance. They knew she was a Mado now. The one dressed in silver smirked. If that's the case would you mind coming with us? Your parents talk about their work at home right? So you know," He closed the distance between them quickly and seized Akira's hair, "I'm not actually asking."

She looked up at the ghoul through tears, his glowing red eyes wide and fixed on something behind her. A single pair of footsteps echoed through the quiet street. The massive shadow of a man blotted out the moonlight. "Karu, what is my one rule about our product?" a deep, gravely voice sounded just behind her.

The ghoul in the dark suit answered nervously, "That in order to assure quality, the products are to be treated with care and be no younger than eighteen years old, sir."

"Mhm," the bag on her back lifted into the air carrying Akira with it. The ghoul in the silver suit had let go while his cohort was speaking. "Does this look eighteen to you?" He bellowed shoving Akira into the silver ghoul's face.

"N-no sir."

She was tossed to the ground. "Then, care to explain yourself?"

"I-I was just thinking that because we were up against an associate special class, we might need some leverage."

Akira looked up into Kingpin's face while he was looking down at her. He seemed… old. The trimmed, onix beard and mustache were streaked with grey and his face was creased from age and bore old scares. He reminded her a little of the Maffia boss from an old movie. He had a suit that looked like it came from 1920s America with a matching cream fedora and overcoat. There was a lit cigar in his mouth. Kingpin plucked the smoke from between his teeth, "Go home kid," a lopsided grin spread over his face, "and when your Pops gets home, tell him I said, 'Hi'." A black and white photo drifted to the ground, the person was to blurry to recognize but she could see his CCG badge in the foreground. The massive boss ghoul seized the silver suit's collar and dragged the ghoul, kicking and screaming, into the alley way the'd come from. "Common, Karu."

"Sir."

The screaming was stopped suddenly with a loud crunch. Blood spattered over the pavement, a drop landing on her cheek.

The boom of the prison door snapped Mado out of her memories. She was in the interview chair. Shirazu was standing behind her. Mitsuki and Seiko were by the door. She recognized the silhouette, even without all the old style clothes. Kingpin walked calmly over to his chair and sat. A whole decade older, and then some, without much in the way of exercise left the once impressively muscled, 6'7" ghoul, wiry thin, and boney looking. His half european features still striking. His beard had seen better days and his hair was now thin and entirely gray. "Hello again, Kingpin." Mado greeted formally.

"Ha! I haven't heard anyone call me that in years!" He paused for a minute, studying her face. A lopsided smile adorned his expression, it looked like he should have a cigar in his mouth. "I remember you, you're that Mado brat's lil' girl! How's that old fox anyway? He hasn't come to bug me about Owl in quite a long time."

"He's dead."

Koto looked shocked. She had expected him to laugh for joy, after all, the man that imprisoned him was dead, but he seemed sad. "I see." For a long time no one spoke. "So, why have you gotten my up at this ungodly hour?"

"It's seven pm."

"And I'm old," He bit back sourly. "Now, what is it?"

Her brow creased as Akira tried to remain patient. "Two of my men have disappeared while working on a case. I want to know how you think it was done."

Koto's eyebrow arched and he leaned against the chair back. His posture reminded Akira of a business executive hearing something interesting. "Hmm."

Taking that as a cue, Akira pulled up the squad's group photo, pointing out both Sasaki and Urie, and explained the details of their disappearance. She could sense her squad mates shifting uneasily. The look in his eyes seemed like an old rancher studying auctioned cattle for any defects. It made her sick. "Urie was unconscious and in no condition to fight. Sasaki was carrying him," she finished.

Kingpin remained silent for ten seconds, absorbing all the information. "Hmm… probably 23, male, 170cm, about 58kg... Also male, close to 19, 173.5cm, and on the slender side so I'd say only about 60kg."

Mado and the others stared in shock. While she collected her composure faster than her team it still caught her off guard, although it really shouldn't have. "Years of experience I take it." She sounded as cold as possible.

"Something like that. Did you kids know that when I was his age," he gestured at Shirazu, "... no a little younger than that, I wanted to be a tailor. Who knew that kind of experience could be used elsewhere." He gave a half hearted chuckle before his lopsided smile washed over his features again. Had his kakugan not activated, it might have seemed kindly. "Your man, the white haired one, he's a ghoul isn't he?"

Shirazu blurted out, "How did you-" before Akira's glare could silence him.

The old ghoul leaned forward and propped his elbows on the counter, pointing at Sasaki. "This brat is too small, especially with a build like his, to do much heavy lifting. If he wasn't a ghoul he couldn't be able to move as quickly as your timeline suggests and carry this one," he pointed at Urie. He paused his explanation before making another flooring remark. "He's a rinkaku type, ain't he?"

"You can tell a ghouls type just by looking at them?" Mado asked this time, genuinely curious.

The S-rated ghoul sighed at the prospect of explaining his method. "The trick is not to look at their build but their posture. It's too subtle to be noticed by normal investigators and not very reliable if the ghoul comes from a wealthy or 'proper' family, as they tend to receive etiquette lessons including proper posture." He had the habit of waving his hand right when stating facts and left when giving drawbacks. "I could tell he was a rinkaku because of how he is sitting. I don't need to tell you all about kagune placement," he muttered something about savages under his breath, "but the organ isn't small. Compressing it can be anywhere from uncomfortable to very painful, like getting punched in your family jewels. Sasaki here, has his shoulders rolled back slightly, eliminating ukaku or koukaku types as they would have their shoulders in line at all times. I took the cue from how straight his back is that he was more likely a rinkaku type than a bikaku type. Bikaku's also tend towards more predominant leg muscles and he seems to be pretty well balanced."

"C-can you teach me how to do that?" Shirazu seemed to forget he was talking to a ghoul and not a professor of anatomy.

"If you want to spend cell time with a ghoul that hasn't had anyone decent to eat in over fifteen year, be my guest," Kingpin responded flatly. Shirazu flushed and swallowed overcome by embarrassment and fear at once.

"So," Mado steered the conversation back on course, "how was it done?"

"One of your men was targeted. Assuming Sasaki smells anything like a ghoul, it would probably seem to the passerby just another ghoul bringing home dinner. I've know plenty of weekinglings to scurry around under the CCG's radar in the 1st ward by being non-confrontational, they wouldn't beef with your boys. You're looking for a person or persons who want to send a message." He leaned back again looking dower. "At least, that's my opinion."

"What about this?" Mado pressed a red domino tile against the glass. Kingpin leaned in to examine it more closely. When he eased back into his chair, Koto shook his head.

"I can't tell you anything about that." His hands didn't move.

"Thank you, I'll make sure your cooperation is noted." He huffed in response, wheezing a bit standing up from his seat. He real was very old. Last week was his ninety third birthday according to the CCG's files. The door back to holding grated open.

Kingpin looked Akira dead in the eyes. The old ghoul's own hazel eyes gleaming with moisture. He bowed at the waist. "My condolences for your father. It is probably the opposite of comfort and has come very late, but… If I were human, I believe Kureo and I could have been good friends." He looked at her eyes again, a face of stone but his eyes shown with mourning. "He was a good man," with that he turned to leave pausing briefly at the far doorway, "but a crazy bastard." The ghoul had a genuine smile and cursed Akria's father jokingly, as one would a close friend. She didn't know wether to be disgusted to amazed. Kingpin froze one more time his face returned to a serious expression. "I don't have any kind of last will and testament in here. I'm going to kick the bucket any day now, but I think I wouldn't mind them turning me into a weapon if Mado's kid were to use it." The door banged shut and locked behind him

This day had definitely not gone according to plan.

Pawn to D4

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And Kingpin was never seen nor heard from again...jk, he dies and Mado get a bitchin' new sword because she needs some nice things. (Anyone who bothers to read comments will know what I'm talking about)