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Ken Kaneki didn't know what to do. He had tortured Jason to his hearts content, he had slaughtered every ghoul and human that had wronged him, and now, he was just tired. Beside him stood Uta, the only being who Kaneki could stand to see now, after breaking his every vow. The two Kakuja stood in empty silence, staring at the stars. "Say, Kaneki." Uta started, neither looking down from the stars. "If we could be sent away. To another world where none of this happened. Would you take the chance?" The elder ghoul asked. There was a pause before Kaneki responded, speaking volumes. "Yes… There's no point in staying in the world… Where nothing waits for you." Then, ever so slowly, the two's bodies began to fade into shadow. As the darkness fades to their eyes, any trace of their presence disappears. Their time in ghoul-ridden Japan was over.

Kotaro Amon was having similar thoughts, sitting alone at his desk. 'This world is wrong.' The very same thought he had while fighting eyepatch for the first time. The scar on his shoulder was still there, a constant reminder of the event. "This world is wrong." He whispered. With that, blackness enveloped him.

"So, what are these creatures? Surely the ministry would know about them if they were that high of a threat." A female voice said, with a thick British accent. "I am as clueless as you, Minerva." An elderly voice replied, with what seemed like a similar accent." They didn't know what ghouls were? And what ministry? The scent from Kaneki also shifted to confusion, confirming he was also awake and feigning unconsciousness like Uta. "We mustn't waste the hour though, it's about time we put them in the barrier Sevyrus created for us." Suddenly, Uta felt his body float, having to keep from reacting. The two ghouls listened to the others converse, hoping to get some answers, but more often than not, just got more questions. They were eventually placed on a bed of grass, their sharp ears picking up the sound of the duo walking away, approaching what seemed to be a very large man. "Thank you Rubius, for letting us house these creatures under your care. We don't know what exactly is required for their welfare, so I apologize for this."

"Tis no'a pro'lem Dumbledore, sir. Ye know how much dangerous creatures fascinate me." The three humans were far enough away, so Kaneki and Uta sat up, Kaneki speaking first. "Damn," he hissed, "I'm hungry." Uta chuckled. "Me too." Uta turned his head to Kaneki, realizing something. "Hey, you're half human." Uta was nice to Kaneki, but wasn't nice enough to sacrifice his own well-being, and Kaneki knew this. "And you're Kakuja anyways, fine." The snow haired ghoul said, pulling back his sleeve. "Bon appétit." Dammit Tsukiyama.

Amon woke up to find himself in a surprisingly comfortable bed, hearing a few voices. "How is he madam Pomfery?" An elderly voice asked, with a slight British accent. "He should be conscious any minute now." The other replied. Amon then decided to sit up, catching one's attention. "Professor Dumbledore." The black haired one drawled, who hadn't spoken until then. "Our guest is awake." Amon, mustering his best English, spoke up. "Um. Where am I?" Amon asked, cursing his heavy Japanese accent. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are currently in the hospital wing, we found you and two humanoid creatures washed up on a riverbed a few days ago. "Humanoid creatures?" Amon only had one guess as to what kind of creature that might be. "We were hoping you might know what they were."

"I may be able to help you with that." Amon said, thankfully only missing his trenchcoat, which he promptly put on. The CCG investigator then stood up, picking up his briefcase. "Lead the way."

"Uta , you have been tearing up my arm for seven minutesWhy is this taking so long?" Kaneki gritted out, blood dripping down his arm. "Your flesh is tough, and I'm hungry. Is there a problem?" Uta asked, quirking an eyebrow, though Kaneki couldn't see it, both of them were wearing masks. "You know how much I've had to regenerate?"

"Fair point. Eat some of your own arm, I'll let you have some of my flesh afterwards."

"You know how disgusting other ghouls taste."

"Yup, and I'm glad you're not one of them." Kaneki sighed, pulling back his other sleeve and munching on his own arm.

Kaneki was becoming more and more like Tsukiyama, much to his exasperation. "You owe me Uta."

When they reached their desired location, seemingly an old hut, an absolutely giant man approached. "Mr. Dumbledore sir! The two fellas, one's eatin' the other!" Amon pursed his lips. 'Kakuja then.' He thought. "Calm yourself Rubius." Dumbledore said. "This man, amon, may be able to help." Without a second's hesitation, Rubius led them into the forest. Soon enough, Amon saw Eyepatch and No-Face, the ladder eating the former's arm, and the former munching on his other arm. Amon sighed, turning to the three men, Sevyrus having tagged along in curiosity. "You two are very lucky these ghouls are who they are. If it was any other, they'd be at each other's throats, trying to kill each other."

"So cannibalism is normal for these creatures?" The ravenette asked. "Not necessarily. In this situation, there are two kinds of ghouls: normal, and Kakuja. Both Eyepatch and No-Face are certified Kakuja, meaning they have regularly consumed the flesh of other ghouls. My hypothesis is that Eyepatch is letting No-Face feed off of him to satiate his companions hunger, and No-Face, if my guess is correct, will let Eyepatch do the same in return." Amon explained. "Then why is Eyepatch eating his own flesh?"

"He's probably doing that to keep himself from going into a starved state due to having to regenerate. Ghouls can sustain themselves off of their own flesh, usually long enough to find an actual meal, but not for any extended periods of time."

"If Kakuja are not the norm, what is a ghouls staple food?" Dumbledore asked. "Human flesh." Kotaro answered simply, causing heads to turn to him. "We should go, ghouls don't like it when others watch them eat." As Amon turned away and walked back towards the hut, he continued talking. "This method won't last them long, they'll need an actual body soon, if this behavior is anything to go by."

"Thank you for informing us." Dumbledore said. "If I may ask, however. Can you tell me how you know all this?" The headmaster asked. "I would like to know as well." Snape commented. "I am a member of the CCG, standing for the Commission of Counter Ghoul. It's an organization meant to protect the public from ghouls, though it recently went underground after the sudden disappearance of ghouls, it's not unlikely that these two are the last ones left." Amon smoothly lied, keeping the absurd truth to himself. Hagrid had retired to his hut, and now it was just the three, Severus now speaking up. "You called these ghouls 'Eyepatch' and 'No-Face'. Do you happen to know them?" He asked. "In a way. No-Face was the former leader of the fourth ward before he resigned in Japan, where ghouls live, and Eyepatch and I have met on multiple occasions. I could say we have mutual understanding. He won't kill me, and I won't kill him. But if we catch each other slipping up, the deal is off." Dumbledore hummed in understanding, continuing to speak. "How dangerous are ghouls? These ones in particular?" The principal questioned, Amon responding readily. "Ghouls are separated into seven differen classes: D, C, B, A, S, SS, snd SSS. D being weak enough for an inexperienced investigator to handle, after training and getting through the academy, and SSS being strong enough for even the most powerful of our forces, even with a full squad on their side. No-Face and Eyepatch are both SS rates. I'm only safe because Eyepatch doesn't want me dead, and No-Face is an ally of Eyepatch."

"Alright, I'm done." Uta said, pulling away and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Finally!" Kaneki said in an exasperated tone, yanking the mask maker's arm towards him. "I am so fucking hungry." The half ghoul tore into Utas arm, who didn't even flinch, only raising his eyebrows in amusement. "Indeed you are."

"Shut up. You taste disgusting"

"I'm hurt Kaneki, I am hurt."

"Learning about Japans ghouls can teach the students how dangerous magical creatures can really be, if your description is accurate." Dumbledore said, shifting his head to the investigator. "Would you be so kind as to teach the students about these ghouls? And with your permission, I would like to use the ghouls in the Triwizard tournament." Amon pondered his options, and was about to answer, but Severus cut in. "If that is the case, I would like to gather samples to experiment with my potions."

"I wouldn't be opposed to gathering materials for you. Approaching a ghoul without a proper weapon or experience is a suicide mission, and I am currently the only human Eyepatch trusts." Snape nodded, not seeming to have a problem with this. "Fair enough." The ravenette turned a corner, now in the castle, leaving Amon and Dumbledore. "Students will be arriving this Sunday and classes start on Monday. I'll give you a schedule for your classes and a map of the castle." Two sheets of folded paper appeared in Dumbledore's hand, giving them to Amon. "For now, feel free to get familiar with Hogwarts." The man then suddenly disappeared, and Amon didn't blame him. Being a principal must be busying.