AN: Thanks for reading. This is a Tokyo Ghoul/My Hero Academia story. It will involve a Tokyo Ghoul character being transported into the My Hero Academia world. The reasons behind which will be expanded upon as the story progresses. The story will intersect with the canon timeline, but will not be a rehash of canon, but instead will work alongside it, with substantial changes taking place as the plot moves forward.
Hope you all enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul or My Hero Academia.
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Chapter 1 - Apéritif
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"Hey, I think he's coming too!"
His eyes snapped open at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, his heart racing as consciousness suddenly flooded back into him.
He was supposed to be dead?
Or at least, he thought he was…?
The last thing he remembered was the flash of a sword, and a pair of cold, emotionless eyes peering out at him from behind a pair of delicate spectacles, as his mentor, his friend, Arima, cut him down.
Arima's last words "a failed experiment then" ringing in his ears.
And then darkness, blessed sweet darkness. An end to the suffering he had experienced as Arima ruthlessly hacked his limbs off and spread his guts throughout the abandoned warehouse he had chosen to hold up in after fleeing the scene of that grisly auction house, and the massacre that had taken place there.
He'd like to say he put up a fight, but by the end Arima had been the one left standing, absent an arm and several pounds of flesh, but still standing, a disappointed expression on his usually emotionless face as he landed his final, decapitating blow.
Which of course begged the question of just how he was alive, and if he was indeed alive, why he was hearing voices?
Could it be another hallucination, maybe?
That didn't sound healthy, then again, ever since he had first gone on the run all those weeks ago after abandoning his squad, the Quinx Squad; hallucinations and strange visions had become a common occurrence for him.
It was a sure sign of his fraying mental health, which even now was buckling under the weight of regret, confusion and stress.
With those hallucinations, though, it was always the purple haired woman whispering sweet nothing's to him, tempting him to eat and gorge himself on the flesh of humans.
That, or it was the quiet, dead-eyed, white-haired boy staring resentfully at him from the shadows of his mind.
It was always one or other of them, but the voice he heard now didn't belong to the ghouls that haunted his days and nights, though.
Unless this in fact was the afterlife. Though if that were the case, he would have at least expected to recognise the voice he was hearing…?
But he didn't, though.
The voice he heard was soft, calm, and above all, unfamiliar.
There was definitely strength to the voice, and a quiet confidence.
It was a tone he was familiar with from mentoring the Quinx Squad.
But there was also kindness within the voice, and a level of concern that he knew he was not deserving of.
That alone was enough to stir him from his stupor as he felt himself internally tense, even as he shifted about on the ground; new feeling flooding into his previously numb body.
He didn't know who the speaker was.
Nor, as far as he was aware, did she know him.
Which of course raised the question of just why she sounded so concerned about him?
Was she one of those people who helped anyone in danger just because they thought it was the right thing to do?
Heroes, that's what he believed they were called.
If so, she should probably stop thinking that way about a killer like him.
He knew better than anyone that that state of mind was nothing more than a weakness.
A weakness that most people and ghouls alike would exploit if given the chance.
The world was a dark, cruel and desolate place, one that chewed up the truly kind and generous and spat them out twisted and broken.
In many ways she was lucky that he wasn't like most ghouls due to his memory loss. and time he had spent with the Quinx Squad, otherwise, she would've been food by now…. Fortunately, his hunger was manageable for the moment, and he was still able to control himself. He'd need to eat soon considering how much his fight with Arima had taken out of him, but he was nowhere near the level of starvation. He could hang on for at least another day or so, at most.
That said, something about the whole situation still bugged him.
Why was she acting so calmly?
He was a ghoul, and a traitor to both his own kind and to the CCG.
He had no friends now, only enemies.
She might be young, a teenager, by the sound of the voice. But still, surely she at least knew what a ghoul was?
Clenching his hands into fists, he felt his fingers digging into soft, slight wet, asphalt beneath him.
He could feel light rain falling all round him, and a warm breeze rolling over his bare skin.
He was outside.
That was odd.
Especially considering both the breeze, although wet, was also warm, and not cold and frozen like it should be in winter.
Additionally, he could feel the sun shining down on him, warming his pale flesh, even as the gentle breeze continued to blow around him, bringing with it the smell of car fume and freshly baked bread, and the rumble of nearby traffic
It was all wrong.
The last thing he remembered was his own beheading, he should be dead, or if not dead, then at least in Cochlea, after all he had apparently once been a named ghoul of some renown. He'd been, Eyepatch, a monster that was rated SS, and was known to be extremely dangerous.
If he had survived his own beheading, and had regenerated enough to regain his sense of smell and hearing, then surely he should be in custody right now and surrounded by CCG soldiers, and Investigators, or as they were more colloquially known, Doves.
He shouldn't be lying face down in some gutter with a concerned young girl asking after his health.
"Hey, are you okay?" The voice asked again.
He felt a hand gently jostling his shoulder.
Shifting slightly, he felt his body groan out in protest as he forced his eyes open, only to suddenly to be dazzled by sunlight.
"Come on, you'll be okay, just don't move around too much. There's an ambulance on the way, but it's probably still some way away." The voice rang out again. The speaker's warm hands, shifting to his neck now, two fingers gently resting on it as she took his pulse. "I can't see any injuries on you, despite the blood. But you could have some internal injuries, or head trauma, so just lay back for now, and we'll get you help."
His browed furrowed at her words, even as he blinked his eyes and tried to clear his vision.
"Nejire, come on, we've alerted the authorities, we should go or we're going to be late for class." Another voice replied, with a slight hint of irritation
In response, he could feel the grip on his shoulder tightening slightly.
"We can't just leave him, Mari! Just look at him, he's covered in blood, and his clothes are all torn up. Yeah, sure he's got no obvious injuries, but that might be because he has a Regenerative Quirk. But even if he does, we don't know the extent of it yet! He could have some serious internal injuries for all we know. We can't just leave him!" Nejire replied, her soft voice sharpening slightly.
"Yeah, maybe," Mari, the other girl replied, her voice filled with a mixture of acerbic dryness, and caution. "But for all we know, he's a villain, and that's not his blood!"
"Mari," Nejire hissed. "Look at him. His clothing's all ripped up, and there's no bruising on his knuckle. There's also no other bodies around, or any sign of a big fight. It just looks like he was ambushed, and attacked."
He could feel his body tensing as his instinctive flight or fight response kicking in at that comment.
Blinking his eyes, and noticing as he did, just how heavy his eyelids felt, his vision finally came back to him, even as he looked up at the figure leaning over him.
The first thing he saw was blue, lots of blue.
"Hey," The girl above him said lamely as his placid, yet confused, grey eyes locked with vibrant blue eyes.
"Hello…" He rasped.
His throat felt, raw, almost as if he had just had a coughing fit.
Which was ironic, as moments after speaking he twisted onto his side, ignoring the girl's startled cry, and started to hack and wheeze, his aching body curling up into itself as he brought his hands to his mouth and continued to violently cough.
His chest burned.
It felt like it was on fire.
"Woah there, careful!" Mari shouted, lurching back a few steps as he continued to cough.
"Mari, don't be so insensitive…," Nejire replied, her hands moving as she started to rub his back soothingly. "He's hurt, come on, don't move too much, or you might hurt yourself."
As she spoke, she continued to rub his back, her hands shifting as she continued to monitor his vitals. Her other hand, checking his pulse, before it began to shift to his other vital organs, and then down to his chest to check his heartbeat.
Or at least she tried to, as before she knew it, he broke out of her grasp and staggered up to his feet, only for him to then fall onto his hands and knees, his chest heaving as he then proceeded to throw up a putrid mixture of blood and bile. His lungs were once again burning as he emptied them of all the gunk that had apparently settled within them over the intervening time between his decapitation and waking.
"Eww gross!" Mari shouted, from his periphery he could see a set of fashionable brown boots stepping gingerly away from him. "I told you we should have left him!"
"Mari!" The other voice snapped. "He's throwing up blood. I'm not a doctor, and villain or not, that's not good."
"Ah, yeah, well, we've already an ambulance, and the police." Mari replied sheepishly. "But, I mean, yeah, that does sound pretty bad. So, what should we do?"
In the distance, he could hear the rumble of traffic, and what sounded like sirens approaching.
"Sounds like the ambulance is almost here." Nejire replied, her hand back on his back, as she knelt down beside him.
Glancing sideways, he could see the look of concern on her face.
He could also see that her very, very long blue hair was now haphazardly touching the dirty, damp street beneath her, not that she looked at all bothered about that, as she instead continued to try and help a complete stranger like him.
"It's fine," He rasped, coughing once more and spitting out another foul smelling globule of blood, before, standing up.
His back cracked horrible as he staggered on his feet, only for Nejire to once again reach out and steady him.
She was on her feet now too, her expression intense, as she glanced over at her friend.
"You don't look fine," Mari, a brown hair girl, with sharp fox-like feature, and unusual golden eyes, replied, an uncertain look on her face as she eyed him cautiously. "You're so pale, and well Nejire's right, you were just throwing up blood!?"
"That's normal, I'm always pale, and the blood, it's fine, I'm fine…" He rasped dryly, staggering away from Nejire as he did so and instead steadying himself on a nearby tree.
His head was a mess, more so than normal.
None of this made any sense.
Where were the prison walls, the guards?
Why was he out here in the middle of some alleyway, with two, odd looking girls, both of whom were wearing what looked like some kind of grey, school uniform. He could see a badge, with the letters 'U' and 'A', on their breast pockets.
Forcing his eyes closed and taking a few deep, rasping breaths, he tried to focus his thoughts.
What did he remember?
Being horribly mutilated by his one-time friend, Arima, and then being beheaded.
Where was the last place he remembered being?
In an abandoned warehouse in the 13th Ward.
What had he been doing?
He had been on the run, fleeing from both the CCG that wanted him dead or imprisoned, and from the Aogiri Tree that wanted him dead or digesting in one of their member's stomachs.
Where was he now?
…He had no idea at all…
"Hey, so I know you're probably bored of hearing this by now, I know I am, but are you okay?" Mari asked, her voice still had an edge of caution.
She was looking at him like he was a piece of unexploded ordinance.
It was a familiar look, and one which strangely sooth his nerves a bit.
Taking one more deep breath, and then exhaling, he forced his eyes open and turned to face them.
"Yes," He nodded, his gaze flicking first to the suspicious and intense looking, Mari, his eyes trailing over her short spikey brown hair, which barely reached below the white shirt collar of her school uniform, before then taking in her intense, cat-like golden eyes. She was pale, but not overly so. Pretty too. Maybe in her late teens or early. The fact she was wearing what looked like a grey blazer, white button up shirt, red tie and matching grey skirt, made him think teens. "Fine."
With a curt nod he looked from the brunette, and instead eyed the other girl, the kinder one that had actually tried to help him, as opposed to calling him a 'villain' and trying to abandon him, like her more sensible friend had tried to do.
She was also pale and very pretty, only unlike the other girl she had very long and wavy blue hair, and her eyes were sky blue. On top of that, she was also wearing what looked a school uniform as well.
She was striking, the blue haired girl more so than her friend.
They were also, like he had suspected, completely strangers.
"Where are we?" He asked bluntly, before with a shake of his head he forced a smile and softened his tone and expression. "And before I forget, thank you for your help."
Whoever these two girls were, they were odd.
But they were also, at least on the surface, decent people. They'd seen someone in trouble, and instead of turning away and ignoring it, they had stepped in and tried to help.
In the distance he could hear the siren getting closer.
"Hey there, it's not a problem, I mean we are heroes in training right!" Nejire replied, a wide smile on her face now, as she gestured at the crest on her breast pocket. "Also sorry, before I forget, I'm Hado Nejire, and this is Yukihama Mari ."
He nodded in response to the introduction.
"We're also in Chiba," Mari added on, answering his other question, her expression still cautious, as she maintained a slight distance from him. Despite his bloodied state, she still looked suspicious and on edge. "How do you not know where you are?"
"Yeah, did you hit your head or something? Do you need to sit down? We've called an ambulance, and it should be here soon!" Nejire rattled off quickly, her expression eyes widening in concern, as she shifted back and forth. It looked like she was trying to decide whether to invade his personal space or now.
"I'm fine, or I should be. The last thing I remember, I was in a bit of an… altercation, I'm not sure what happened after that…?" He shrugged, his brow furrowing.
"An altercation?" Mari asked, suddenly interested. "Do you mean a fight? With who? Who did you fight, and why did you fight? And did you use your Quirk? Speaking of which, what is your Quirk, some kind of regeneration or…?"
Quirk? He thought, his brow furrowing as he tried to interpret what her slang meant. From what he could discern, these were not normal. The way they acted and the way they stood told him that much. They had fighting experience. More than that, the neither of them had relaxed their stances, not even the friendly, Nejire, as despite her openness and helpfulness, she'd noticeably not yet let down her guard.
Narrowing his eyes, he pondered for a moment over her questions, even as the flashing of red and blue appeared in the distance, announcing the arrival of the ambulance.
She spoke of Quirks, like they were a common thing.
She also insinuated that it was possible he had a regenerative Quirk, like it was something she expected.
Something strange was going on.
The slang and terminology they were using didn't make sense.
"I'm pretty new to the city, just arrived and…, well, and I don't really know my way around, so, well, I ended up getting jumped by some thugs," He replied after a moment, his brow furrowed as he started to slowly come up with a believable story. "I tried to fight back, but I'm not much of a fighter, and there were quite a few of them."
"That's horrible!" Nejire gasped, her eyes widening.
Mari, seemed to relax slightly. "Did they use their Quirk when they were attacking you?"
"I…, I don't think so," He replied, after a moment. "But it all happened so fast, and I'm still a bit messed up. I can't remember exactly what happened, one minute I was just going about my life, and the next, the next I was getting attacked. I'm just lucky they didn't rough me up that badly."
Nejire looked him up and down at that. "You look pretty roughed up to me."
He grimaced at her words.
"You've definitely got a Healing Quirk," Nejire continued, missing his expression as she instead turned and waved over to the approaching paramedics.
Glancing over at them, his eyes widened as he saw one of the paramedics had the head of bear.
His mouth fell open in response, his grey eyes widening.
That was certainly not normal.
"Hey!" Nejire waved, stepping back and ushering the two approaching medics over. "He's over here, he was unconscious and covered in blood when we found him. But he's awake now. We tried to keep him calm, and not move him, but, well, he wouldn't stay still. We think he has a Healing Quirk, as we couldn't find any injuries on him despite the blood. But after he tried to get up the first time, he collapsed and threw up blood. He might have internal injuries. He was also confused, so it's possible he has head trauma too. He's been pretty confused since he woke up" She then rattled off, her relaxed easy-going demeanour vanishing for a moment, as she instead became serious.
Nodding at her words, the medics rushed past her, his attention fully on him.
"Sir, are you okay?" The bear headed man replied, his bestial face twisting in concern as he approached.
"F-Fine," He replied vaguely, still staring as he tried to get his mind around the fact that the medic had the head of a bear. "I, I think I hit my head…"
"Right, not a problem, let's see what's happening." The bear headed man nodded, his demeanour calming slightly.
The two girls had stepped back at this point, allowing the trained professionals to go about their work.
"Right, so I want to use my Quirk to do a rough diagnosis, it's none invasive, and will just give me a basic scan of your internal structure, but with you being conscious and cognizant I'll need your permission before I use it?" The medic continued, his animistic face twisting into what one might call a kind expression.
"Erm, what?" He asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. He didn't get half the words the bear man had said. How could he scan his body when he wasn't carrying any equipment? And once again, there was that word, Quirk? Also, how and why did this guy have the head of a bear and the body of an average human male?
"My Quirk allows me to see the internal structure of any living thing I touch. With it, I will be able to see if you have any internal damage, or swelling on the brain. Before I use it, though, I need your permission." The medic continued, his voice slow and steady as he patiently explained what was happening, and just what he wanted to do.
"Okay…" He replied, still confused.
"Patient has given permission." The bear headed man muttered, glancing down at his chest.
Following his gaze, he saw the medic was wearing what looked like SWAT body armour, complete with a microscopic camera.
"It's a legal thing," The medic smiled wanly when he saw what he was looking at, even as he reached out and gently touched his shoulder, his eyes closing. "Okay, so no noticeably internal bleeding, that's good. All of the patient's organs are functioning, though at a heightened rate. The patient's blood flow is strong, heart rate steady. There are no clots or blockages that I can see in either of the patient's veins, arteries or organs. That said, there is an extra, sac-like organ of unknown origin near the small of the patient's back, near his waist. It's likely Quirk related. An assessment of the brains shows no obvious signs of swelling, no bleeding and no blockages. There does look to be some scarring on the brain, but it's historic."
He felt his fingers twitch as the man spoke, his voice was almost clinical, and his eyes remained closed, even as he somehow looked deep within his body and somehow scanned his entire internal structure, including his kakuhou. More than that, he didn't react to the existence of the kagune, either in surprise or horror. Instead, he just brushed past it, acknowledging it was abnormal, but saying no more than that. It was like he had no idea what a ghoul was.
"The patient has no identifiable injures," The medic said, opening his eyes. "In fact, I would say he was pretty much in peak physical health."
Glancing sideways, he saw Nejire smiling at him, and giving him a thumbs up.
Mari was frowning.
"But, it might still be useful for you to visit the hospital so they can give you a more thorough check over. My Quirk is B-rated for diagnosis and medical use, so it'll pick up most things. But it only gives me a broad picture, it doesn't do detail well. Also, the police will probably need to take a statement." The medic nodded, looking far more relaxed now as he glanced over at the girl. "I take it you called them?"
"Yep, they should be on the way too." Nejire nodded cheerfully. "When we saw him, we quickly scoped out the area to make sure there was no immediate threat, and then while I was checking on his condition, Mari called both the emergency services in. We followed the standard procedure."
"As expected of a U.A. student," The medic chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, you did the right thing. It looks far worse than it is, but luckily for him, he had a Healing Quirk. So, he should be fine."
Nejire beamed in response, even as Mari nodded and glanced off to the side.
"As for you sir, like I said you should go to the hospital to make sure, but from what my Quirk told me, you should be fine, or at least physically. Do you have a name I can stick in my report, by the way?" The medic continued, still smiling. "Sorry, it's a bureaucracy thing, you know how it is."
"Yes," He nodded, still struggling to come to terms with the bizarreness of his current situation. "It's Haise. Haise Sasaki."
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