ENDLESS PIT (Chapter 1 of 16)
(Soooo, I decided to make Touka's hair black and not the iconic lilac/purple in the anime or whatsoever since it was originally meant to be black (based on the TG:re omake and the OG, and other Ishida's art. You could just imagine the manga thicc Touka). Welp, whatever suits your taste is fine but still on this story, her hair was black.)
Disclaimer:
This story is not affiliated with the original series of Tokyo Ghoul, and :re. Additionally, please be aware that this story contains serious, triggering and mature themes (mention of r*3, k1dn4pp1ng, k1lL1ng, vi0lenc3, etc.), and harsh language.
Furthermore, English language is not my native language, so this story might have typographical, grammatical errors, or whatsoever errors. If you find any mistakes, please let me know.
"Really? Do you really think...?"
"Of course, I do. That fool has been at it for who knows how long, and no one has thought to intervene."
"You'd think Arima-san would have figured it out already. Then, I wonder why he's not making any move."
The man with dirty blonde hair and olive eyes huffs at his partner, bringing his glass to his lips to take a sip of the whiskey, wincing as it burns down his throat; he had never understood why Kaneki liked it so much. His teammate pays for all of their drinks that night, though, so he decides not to complain.
The snow white-haired man was sitting beside him on the maroon circular couch. A center table in the middle. He's tapping his fingers on his thighs and tracing the edge of his glass with a finger.
"It's not easy when you want to arrest the most powerful criminal in the city, Kaneki, although he used to be our director's superior."
The other man shrugs and leans back in his seat to look directly at his partner. "I know, Hide. All I'm saying is that this case irritates me. We've been monitoring people around us for a month and haven't discovered anything."
Hide tilts his head, motioning for Kaneki to look at the man on the other end of the bar counter, far away from their table. "Well..."
Kaneki's gaze shifts, landing on the target they were watching. An average looking man with his face notably disfigured and riddled with scars. He was leaning on the bar's counter, his gaze fixed on a woman sitting one stool away from him. She clearly seems unimpressed, and keeps shifting away from him in discomfort, politely nodding to everything he seems to be talking about.
"Tokage Goumasa," mumbles Kaneki. "He had tortured countless people. And one of his recent victims is Yamori, one of the gang leaders. However, despite his sadistic nature, I doubt he knows anything. He's probably nothing but an irrelevant underling."
His companion snorts while focusing his gaze on the target. "All I can say is that he doesn't truly understand what the word no means."
Kaneki nods. "He can't even properly flirt. It's pretty pathetic." He chuckles, observing as the disheartened target watches the woman he was speaking with walk away from him.
Hide lifts a brow and focuses his gaze on the white-haired man. "What, like you can? You are too oblivious to know when a woman is hitting on you," he taunts.
Kaneki rolls his eyes, emptying his glass in one sip and slamming it on the table with a thud. "I can get any lady I desire, but I choose not to."
"Why? Afraid?" muses his partner, smirking at him in a way that makes him annoyed to no end.
Shaking his head, Kaneki leans his arm against the backrest, opening his mouth to retort, but stopping himself when someone interrupted them.
"Would you like me to get you another drink, gentlemen?" an amused voice said.
Without shifting from their seats, the two glanced up to find a pretty big-chested bartender standing beside their seats, amused by their conversation.
Hide scans the lady with his scrutinizing eyes before grinning. "No thanks, we're fine," he replies, waving her off.
The woman chuckles, sits on the top of their table, and leans forward, revealing her cleavage. Her gaze drifts appreciatively over Kaneki's features. They lingered for a moment on the stretch of his skin revealed by his dress shirt's two undone buttons, before she licks her lips. Her gaze brushes over Hide and quickly goes back to Kaneki. The blonde-haired man almost felt insulted at being disregarded in that way.
"Oh, please. Don't get rid of me so soon. I can make you something special in the back," she smirks, biting her lower lip.
Emotionless, Kaneki's eyes bore into her for a second before giving her an innocent and polite smile. "No, I'm good." Aware that he shouldn't consume excessive amounts of alcohol while working.
"Are you certain about that?" she asks, reaching for his arm as her fingers lightly trails down one protruding bicep. She grins sweetly, adding, "I can even bring you something to eat."
Hide winces at the sly statement.
Kaneki keeps looking at her with a tight-lipped smile on his face. "I had planned to eat elsewhere with a friend here—" pointing to Hide, "- but I appreciate the offer."
The woman was offended by his disinterest and hurriedly stood up, tugging her top farther up her chest, hiding part of the exposed skin. "Fine," she hisses. Her gaze darts between them. "But I believe you, gentlemen, are in the wrong bar. The gay bar is on the other end of the street."
Hide's eyes grow absurdly large, and he moves as far away from Kaneki as his seat would let him. Kaneki's face suddenly shifts from indifference to disgust as he scowls at the woman. She glares back while moving away from them, swaying her hips vengefully.
"Why is it that I always experience this?" Kaneki grumbles under his breath.
"Why not accept one woman's flirtation for a change, then?"
"I won't accept a strange woman's invitation to have you-know in a random pub. I have more dignity than that," hisses Kaneki. "Why don't you do it?"
"Lower down your voice," replies Hide calmly. "You don't want to draw attention to yourself, do you? We still have to keep an eye on him." He angles his head in the direction of their target, who appeared to have picked another victim for the night.
Kaneki calmed down. "This is pointless, Hide. He's probably as knowledgeable about the case as he is about how to approach women."
Hide nods in agreement, and they keep spying on him covertly, moving their eyes around the bar. They were placing bets on how many women would turn the sadistic man down before the night was through. When the subject was rejected by the eight woman that evening, an odd thing occurred; a woman with dark hair entered the club. She was wearing a tight, mid-thigh black dress with a side slit, her back was bare, and her cleavage showed off a large set of breasts; a mole could be seen on her right breast. She had short, bobbed hair that covered the right side of her face, covering half of her beauty but it didn't make her less appealing. Shameless yet sneaky, Kaneki's gaze followed the lines of her body, and he took note of how elegantly she walked considering the height of her heels. Her right eye was sweeping the room when it came into contact with his, and he realises that it was on a shade of blue with a lilting lilac tint.
The two men were perplexed as she made her way towards the target, swaying her hips from side to side in a way that enchanted every man in the room. Tokage's mouth hangs agape as he observes her approaching him, his eyes traveling hungrily over her figure and bulging when they reach her cleavage. Tokage squirms uneasily in his position as she sits down on the stool next to him, bending forward and pushing her breasts together. Kaneki was certain that Tokage was experiencing the most embarrassing hard-on.
She starts chatting with a seductive smile on her lips as her hand trails down Tokage's arm. The man could only nod, as if he were in a trance, and appears to be hanging on her every word. When she speaks more vehemently, Tokage appears to snap out of it and regards her suspiciously. She grins up at him, crossing her legs in front of him, pressing the side of her calf against his, and he seems to be instantly at ease.
"A woman seemed to be interested in him after all," concludes Hide. "She's cute and hot, though."
"So I suppose we both lose the bet," replies Kaneki, impressed.
Hide and Kaneki continue to watch the conversation. Tokage begins conversing with the woman in a flirtatious manner and seems to give in to whatever she is demanding of him. Midway through their chat, her smile appears to grow before turning triumphant. Her attitude suddenly changes, and she sits back against the chair with her legs uncrossed and her arms. After fifteen minutes passed and Tokage still didn't seem close to finishing talking, she apologizes to him and grabs a tissue from the counter before writing something on it. Kaneki concludes that it was a phone number and probably, without a doubt, a fake one. After all, a nice woman like her would probably not go out with someone like Tokage after bearing with him for more than two minutes.
"Look at that nice rack! I'd pay only to grab a handful of them," the snow white haired man hears a voice to his right. He turns away from the woman, who was getting up and saying goodbye to the downcast Tokage.
"She resembles a porn star," laughs another, sitting with the man who had first spoken. They were two big, hulking males with dangerous glimmers in their eyes. He continues, taking a swig from his beer, "And not one of those minimum free porn videos, I mean one of those featuring famous actresses, the ones you need a premium account to access."
"They're definitely phony," sneers his companion, copying the size of her assets with his hands. Kaneki couldn't help but be outraged by their behaviour.
"You are fucking with me right now," snorts his friend. "Look at how bouncy they are," he adds, as they both marvels at how her breasts moves in sync with each stride. "It appears way too real and natural, and I've seen enough fake ones in my life to know that those breast is not plastic. So stop arguing with me, greenhorn."
There was a brief silence as both men observed her step away from Tokage. "Looks like she's alone," one of them comments as she walked out of the club. He stands up, licking his lips, and places his bottle on the table. "Come on, maybe we can hook up with her and have a wonderful time."
"I like that idea," his pal smirks maliciously and stand up. "That's a nice way to end the night."
Both men walk towards the exit, passing in front of oblivious people sipping their own drinks. Kaneki and Hide share a glance before immediately rising from their chairs. If those two men talked about doing something unlawful right next to two FBI agents, their camouflage proved to be working nicely.
The two FBI agents follow the two potential offenders and the short-haired woman as they cross the empty, dark street in front of the bar. The men who followed the woman outside were approaching her as she stood a short distance away talking animatedly on the phone with her handbag at her feet.
The woman was speaking in a language neither Kaneki nor Hide could understand, but they identified it as French based on their little knowledge from high school and college language lessons. There was a pregnant pause as the person on the other end of the line talked, and she shook her head furiously before continuing to speak animatedly. "Non, vas te faire foutre. Tu ne m'as pas ramené I'information dont j'ai besoin, Shittyama."
(No, go fuck yourself. You didn't collect the information I need, Shittyama .)
"You're speaking a fairly unique language there, woman," one of the men comments. The short-haired woman turns around, finding two bulky males before her. She stares at them momentarily before returning back to her phone.
"Écoutes, il y a deux connards qui me dérangent. Tu me donnes deux secondes?"
(Listen, there's two assholes bothering me. Can you give me two seconds?)
She puts her phone down and turns to face the two grin-sporting men. "Listen up, gents," she snaps her fingers. "I don't have patience for this, so if you'd want to continue drinking your pissed-flavoured beer you were enjoying and want to get back home safely tonight, don't stick your nose up to my business and just go back inside."
They give her a startled look before laughing out loud. Kaneki and Hide crouched in the shadows further back, waiting to see if the men would try to force the woman before intervening.
"Aren't you a feisty one? Do you really believe that your tiny body can handle two men twice your size? You can't even outrun us with those shoes on," the other man chuckles. She cringes in distaste as his eyes linger over her shape with an ungracious gaze. "Although, you have a small body, you have some rather large assets that we would like to enjoy for tonight."
Kaneki was astonished by the woman's spirit as she hardly made any movement. She was just standing there and staring at them with a bored-looking attitude.
"Why is she not running or calling for help?" whispers Kaneki.
"No idea, but she can't do much against men their size," replies Hide.
She speaks again, this time a little louder, "I was in the middle of burning someone over the phone when you idiots rudely interrupted my delightful call. So for the second time, leave me the fuck alone."
As the two attackers reach out to grab her hand, Kaneki springs out of the shadows and hurriedly pulls out his gun tucked away under his jacket. However, before he could even move, the woman's swinging fist strikes one of the attacker's jaws, followed by a loud and crisp crack of bones. Kaneki freezes in his place as he watches the man fall to the ground, moaning. The other man grabs her arms in order to seize her from behind, but she quickly steps on his foot with her heel. He yelled in agony but didn't let go of her arms until she threw her head back and hit him in the face. He collapses to the ground, with his hand on his throbbing nose.
The man she had punched got back up on his feet, and was aiming for her stomach. She quickly avoids it before bringing her foot up and connecting it to his shin. He stumbles and collapses, moaning in agony as he lays on his back, immobile.
She rearranges her dress and huffs angrily. She presses the phone to her ear, which she had held in her hand the entire time, and resumes speaking.
"Désolé pour ça. Et pour ton information, quand tout sera fini, je te tuerai de mes propes mains."
(Sorry for that. And for your information, when this is over, I will kill you with my own hands.)
She turns her phone off. "Making this hard for me. That fucking gourmet." Cursing under her breath, she snatches up the purse she had placed on the ground to put the phone inside. She give the two groaning males a sidelong glance and a shrug before turning around and leaving, her stilettos rattling on the concrete.
Kaneki and Hide, who had watched the whole thing without moving, stood in the abyss of darkness with their mouths agape.
"Perhaps we should bring those two to the station," proposes Hide.
"I believe they had received the appropriate punishment they deserve," replies Kaneki, watching as the short-haired woman gradually faded from the view. "We're still in disguise, and we wouldn't want Goumasa, that psychopath, to blow up our identity."
"Who in the world was that woman, anyway? She cute, but scary at the same time," mumbles Hide, walking back inside the bar.
Kaneki can't take his eyes off where she had just disappeared.
My first TG fanfic so feel free to criticize it.
Thank you so much for reading although I know this fandom is long dead.
