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Reaper
Kaneki stirred, groaning and opening his eyes. He was no longer in pain, and he felt well rested. He could also taste blood. He sat up, looking around. No Hide. No corpses. He stood, looking around. After several minutes, he walked through the sewer tunnels until he reached the ghoul tunnels below them. Then, he continued walking, making his way slowly toward V14. He didn't think about the blood, or about Hide, or his side. If he had, he probably would have broken.
Finally, he stopped, finding himself at a large open room with flowers lining the floor, and a single man in a spotless, pure white coat with matching white hair and a pair of glasses watching him. Kaneki stared at the man. The scene was beautiful. Even given who the man was. Kishou Arima. The CCG's White Reaper. Kaneki blinked, staring at the flowers. No. Not flowers. Corpses. Dozens of them. Arima had killed them all. Black Dogs. Apes. Dozens of ghouls, all killed by a single man, who didn't have a single scratch, or a spot of blood on him. In his hand was a long black quinque that had a jousting-lance-like blade with a finger guard over the two-hand-length grip. In his other, was a silver briefcase.
"Koma, Irimi," Kaneki breathed. "I...I failed you. Manager."
"I'm sorry, but can you fight with everything you've got one last time?"
"Hide," Kaneki breathed. "I...I failed everyone."
Arima began to walk toward him and Kaneki felt fear, despair, and anger fill him. He had failed. He was going to die. Arima had killed his friends. Pain erupted from his back as a massive centipede burst out of it once again, his kagune armor spreading over his body. He charged, the centipede shooting out at Arima, who easily stepped out of the way. Then, as Kaneki reached him, Kaneki's side burst open, blood spraying out yet missing Arima. Then, Arima turned, driving his quinque through the back of Kaneki's head, the tip extending out of his left eye, shattering his mask. Kaneki screamed, the sound deafening as he collapsed to the ground, clutching at his head and babbling incoherently between screams. Finally, two tentacles reached up to it, ripping it out and hurling it, allowing Kaneki to stand. Arima opened the other briefcase, raising a long white quinque with four long, flat, blade-like things extending from the round guard. Then, just as he was pointing it at Kaneki, lightning exploded out from the middle of the circle of blades, flying at Kaneki, tearing the ground apart wherever it hit. Kaneki sprinted away from it, his centipedes, three of them, exploding out of his back again, along with eight tentacles, these one more rough and more like insect legs than tentacles. The centipedes and tentacles all shot toward Arima, who picked up his black lance and set it on the ground, an oddly-shaped shield extending from it, blocking the strikes, cracks spreading over it in several places. Arima skidded backward several feet before suddenly, mechanical tentacles ending in spikes burst out of the ground below Kaneki, impaling him in several places. He screamed again, a tentacle cutting him free before he charged at Arima.
"You're very good," Arima said. "I didn't expect you to damage Ixa's shield. I'll need a new quinque now."
Kaneki's tentacles and centipedes exploded forward, blasting along the ground and through the large round pillars around the room, flooding through the room as they sought to land even one strike on Arima. but try as Kaneki might, Arima calmly stepped around each and every strike with an inhuman ease. Finally, Kaneki reached Arima, three tentacles having wrapped around his arm to form a clawed hand. He slashed at Arima but Arima knocked the strike aside with his black lance. Then, he swung the other quinque, which had flattened its ring of four metal pieces into a single blade. Kaneki used a tentacle to jump back, a single gash being opened across his chest. Then, as Kaneki landed on his feet, his centipedes shot out again, Arima again avoiding them easily.
"Remote activation," Arima said.
Mechanical tentacles burst out of the ground again, stabbing Kaneki through the chest, lifting him into the air as his kagune and kakuja armor all exploded off of him. Faces filled his mind. Yoshimura. Yomo. Irimi. Koma. Hide. Kurona. Nashiro. Tsukiyama. Banjou. Nishiki. Ryoko. Hinami. Kaneki crashed down on his back as Arima stepped up beside him, still perfectly clean and unharmed. Kaneki stared up at the lance above him until it fell, robbing him of his sight. Touka's face filled his mind. She smiled, holding her hand out to him. He wanted to reach out to her, but he couldn't move. He couldn't even twitch a finger. And Touka was fading. He fought to keep her there, to just keep her face in his mind, but try as he might, she began to slip away too.
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