Hello again my friends, how have you been?
While we all actually still live in a complicated reality and with a health emergency that has no future of ending, the pandemic has affected many of us, it has changed our lifestyle.
But as far as I'm concerned, many problems have arisen in my personal life, and I have reached a new stage where time is a luxury, and dedication to others and always helping our fellowmen have been a priority.
The long days and harsh conditions with which we have been living in this "Quarantine" are not the same for all people, because many elements of health have had to fight in "the front row", for the health of people.
But well, leaving the subject behind, after several weeks of not being able to update, I have finally managed to save some time and work with this package of new chapters and projects, of course, I also have others half-finished but at the moment I am in the middle of creative editing and construction, but for now, this is just something I can do, and I will try to see how much I can update, but I promise nothing, I will really focus and give priority to projects that seem more interesting to them, as well as those that I perceive to have more support, in those I will focus more since it is my hobby to write, I will still write whenever I can, I love to write, but always what I find most interesting, you further encourage my overactive imagination.
Disclaimer, fate's universe, his novels, manga, films, and anime, do not belong to me but to their respective authors. Likewise, the Tokyo Ghoul universe does not belong to me, but to their respective authors, I only enjoy using them for training purposes, for no profit.
Thank you very much for your comments, I really appreciate them, a lot of them encouraged me to finish this chapter, the first one has several flaws, I will try to see when I can fix them, although I do not think it is in the near future, and this chapter was similarly written in a hasty way so you will have many mistakes, but well I could not improve as I would like during this time.
Thanks to: Chrome Fate, TheChoZenFive, Nagise Tr, Guest, Bonestar, Heroaki, Nofirekiller123, Farrelspiral, 0404617, Kayen1024, zahiddreux, WEIRDELVIS, What are memes will never die, really thank you very much for your support, and to all followers.
From time immemorial, the Washu clan, was a Ghoul clan with its origins in the Middle East. Since its founding, it had always had very different ideals from its peers, even harboring a deep complex and remaining in stark isolation with other nearby clans. Being little known and avoided by others.
Over time, there were many differences, arising from the pressure of the outside that eroded the little balancing state they had enjoyed over their generations, due to a unique practice, which to some extent was known as the appalling singularity that had led them to an inevitable imminent mass conflict...
And the beginning of the clan's decline was gone. Sin, for which it all started, was the traditional trait disinherited from the side ancestors of its foundation, frequently practicing cannibalism, which had remained sacred norms through its passages of its long history, sleeping deep in its bloodline, waiting for the moment, and the perfect descendant to show all its potential in splendor.
The fall and fragmentation of the Clan had been inevitable, more than had been diverse, murders, rapes, revenge, wars, diseases, migrations, and genocides, which the Washuu clan had to endure and face, all in the name of a generation more. To have enough time to transform and ser what is strong enough to face your enemies. Making sure of the best stable source of food, humans, who had always stigmatized the la Ghouls, as bloodthirsty demons, devouring with inhumanity, despair, and gluttony the corpses of their innocent victims...
But through the long and dark years of the mayors, a miracle had occurred, within their clan, the promise and vision of their ancestors had been fulfilled, a very rare peculiarity had emerged, at last after so many hardships, they had been blessed with powerful and unique RC Cells. This miraculous event ushered in a new era for the Washuu Clan, the beginning of the early golden years of supremacy and expansion. That is why it was not surprising that in a short time they had been placed and recognized to the point of being feared by other clans and older relatives, who had voluntarily renounced their hunting grounds, leaving their territories, if they wanted to flee from the extermination and assimilation of the prominent Washuu Clan.
Many minor clans did not suffer the same fate, their numbers were diminished during the battles, in addition to not having enough warlike force to face the changes, so they ended up being assimilated and enslaved. Becoming the pillars for the new supremacy of their new teachers who were ruthless by not letting them freedom.
That was a new page in history, all that prosperity was a thing of the past, that was the power of the victors over the defeated, who unilaterally suffered under the Washuu treatment. Over time all those minor clans ended up being stripped of all their resources, both human and material, depending on the utility for the Washuu Clan, deciding that it was necessary for their supremacy. But being inflexible in deciding to purge with an iron fist all those who dared to rebel against the Main Family from the shadows.
But, due to small mistakes, old grudges, and differences of ideas, the first seeds that would end up germinating were sown, until they became the starting point of the decline of the Washuu Clan's golden age. The former sub-branches of the current High Council Chief and Elders, who had been blessed with the best specimens of the current Ghouls, had decided to reveal themselves, creating divergent factions that ended up internally fragmenting the clan base. It was like a sandcastle falling through its weak foundations, it was only a matter of time before the many problems that had been ignored for so long by the mismanagement and ineptitude with which the Main Family ruled them were revealed one by one. they were ruled. the death penalty for the beginning of his ruin.
The future prospect was uncertain, there were too many problems that had arisen within the Clan, problems of organization and power, many territories and food were problems that forced many of the minor branches and even more than half of the elders of the old. Washuu's council will decide to seize the opportunity and free themselves from the despot and tyrant yoke. With the illusion of being free to be able to expand and have their own autonomy.
But, the price of internal warfare was what ended up taking the lives of many of the members of the outer and inner branches, as a result, more than half of the deserters ended up massacred, but with them farting more than half of the lives of the main family, who were deployed in a futile and desperate attempt to prevent flight and betrayal. At the end of the first conflict, many families had to become nomads and look for their own place in the world, they had suffered numerous casualties but achieved their independence, but because of their peculiar and unique custom, a practice that was difficult to deny was liberated by her instincts in the places where they passed, leaving only the shadow of what once existed, cities, towns, and areas of human transition ended up with thousands of corpses and rivers of blood, which told a story of the death parade, a legend that was dying over the centuries.
The few survivors of what was once known as the main family decided to bet their future on a desperate attempt to rebuild all that they once were and that would only be possible if they were lucky enough to be able to emigrate to a place where their species was not so well known. The surviving head, being a cultured and foresighted person, ordered migration to an emerging country in one of the largest archipelagoes in the world, to a country known as the place of the Rising Sun, where they managed to establish themselves and spread, slowly thriving from the shadows of the ignorant population of that time.
But as history tends to repeat itself in human nature, it was no different for the Ghoul nature, once again they proved not wise enough not to repeat their past mistakes, they had got used to a kind of life of imposing their will. to impose his will on the weakest. The Washuu had considered the elite over the elite of the Ghoul species, having been blessed with powerful and unique Rc cells, and powerful natural abilities, it was not difficult to erase and assimilate the culture of all native clans effortlessly, enforcing new laws and order.
Again the seeds of sin, which they had sown, were harvested in due course. Again, old problems and new differences were shown, as a result of the poor decisions of the elders of the new council, who again proved to have a lousy and null control over the factions that had arisen by assimilating and expanding the Washuu Clan's influence in the new native region.
The outer and inner branches repeatedly fought to the death to take down their native enemies quickly and devastatingly, in an attempt to gain full control of the source and management of the new power sources, humans witnessed the altercations, so they offered resistance and their sense of togetherness. against the spent and diminished a number of the Ghouls in the conflict.
The Washuu intoxicated with their power faced them despite their few numbers produced by their previous altercations, but everything was useless, they were exterminated by a large number of humans, the scale had changed, the Ghouls being the hunter par excellence, they were hunted by The weak prey that he so loathed and enjoyed slaughter, the fragile humans hunted them on the brink of extermination.
Again, the Washuu Clan was on the brink of collapse, the few survivors, fled, discarding all their honor and duty with the Main family, of which only a little more than half a dozen elders and a pitiful number of their families, who decided to put all their hopes in their current head, Tsunohoshi Washuu, who had been from birth someone different from his predecessors, who promised his people the place and peace they so longed for. Using his wits and new internal reforms he decided that it was time la to radically change the Washuu Clan's way of life.
It was hard, even for someone like him, they saw that adapting with the world, the age of man and his technological advances were the ones who dominated the planet and marked the lifestyle in it. Facing the reality that humans commanded in sunlight, so they had to learn to live with their food source. At first many of his new ideas had an insufferable struggle with outdated policies and stubborn resistance on the part of the former surviving elders who expressed their discontent at all times, claiming that the Washuu legacy that they so carefully tried to keep alive would be lost, but after a purge and bloody new reforms applied with an iron hand, many ended up accepting it and respecting the decisions of the current head of the Clan.
Since his rise to power, Tsunohoshi Washuu had begun to launch a new strategy that would allow them to survive the new era. Being the best way to live with today's world, his best chance was to be in the nose of the enemy, until he became the root and became the heart of humans, to be protected and revered, by his own source of food.
Their plans were constant and slow, but they had paid off, going from the years to come. They managed to get involved since forming an emerging Japanese government agency, the Washuu would not pass up the opportunity of becoming a part of it.
Since the founding of the Ghoul Countermeasures Commission, GCC, they played a very active and decisive role, quickly gaining a rise among their ranks and ensuring a central position of power, from which roots were expanded, and later being the brains from the shadows, like Tsunohoshi Washuu, had always planned.
By fooling the former founders, they managed to seamlessly change all of their members and use their nature as Ghouls to their advantage by eliminating other Ghouls in the process. They were ensuring in a schematic and organized way the areas of interest for their expansion and influence in the shadows... Being the Masters and lords within many metropolises, they decided to target the heart of the country where the new nucleus would be of power...
Tokyo would govern from there, that metropolis would be the starting point to ensure that the future is the law. Accomplishing without problems their main objectives, that choice would represent the beginning of an era of golden glory, where they could live peacefully, appearing to be part of the solution against the demons known as Ghouls.
The Washuu Clan was recognized as a famous and prestigious family, for always supplying exceptional people, who were later known as the best agents against the enemies of humanity, the demons known as Ghouls...
Its members were known as the example of perfect and righteous people, who had as their motto, to be the protectors themselves of humanity.
Having hunted incredibly powerful Ghouls, fighting hand-in-hand with the CCG since its founding, for more than a century...
They were the most capable for the most difficult missions of extermination, being the brains behind the most specialized and effective methods, against the demonic plague that stained the innocence of the world...
For the burgeoning Wahuu Clan, it was until 1890 that he managed to secure much of the support from the Japanese government, that he enlisted the family definitively in the founding of the Institution of the Ghoul Countermeasures Commission.
As a federal government agency that would administer and pursue the ghouls, the Washuu Clan was extremely friendly and helpful to the government by sharing its own unique methods and techniques for murdering and treating the ghouls with the utmost effectiveness. Since then, its members have the function of acting as prominent officials within the law enforcement agency.
For the Washuu Clan, the main goal of going unnoticed had been completed. From their origins, only until this moment, they had achieved what their ancestors had never dreamed of.
Ensuring a future for the Clan and being able to control its food in a more orderly and effective way than ever before. Creating the second golden age of the Clan since its founding.
This was hardly just the beginning of his plans to consolidate and flourish in all its splendor within the Japanese archipelago.
The head of the clan since its founding had tried by all means to take his Clan to heights never before imagined but had failed on more than one occasion. Now her descendants had a duty to create a new path, and the current head of the clan was the light of hope who had fulfilled the words of her ancestors. Securing a new destination, showing a new path that they would take to achieve an even greater and ambitious goal. A new doctrine had been formed that was applied with an iron fist, purifying deserters and rebellious roots, the new belief was passing and improving with the passage of each generation in generation, as an ideal with which the clan would rule until death.
To this day, the current head of the Clan was Tsuneyoshi Washuu, a ghoul with a long history. A man who had over time acquired a bearing and a figure who described him with a person with a serious personality and a powerful insight, always having around him a heavy and gloomy air, with an expression devoid of emotions...
A person who disliked nonsense, someone who, despite his severe disposition, was very pragmatic with his way of thinking. But it was all a facade, a well-built mask, which kept its hypocritical nature and plans filled with bloody madness...
Since his birth, he had had a long life that had been marked with the weight of his predecessors, having the responsibility of filling the shoes that his father had left him and looking for an ideal heir to be the next in the line of succession, before being called to rest and be greeted with the glory of your ancestors. To be finally eaten by his chosen ones, as a custom since the founding of the Clan, as a rite of passage. For so long, when he had devoured his father's corpse, at that very moment he had assumed the position of the new Clan Chief.
During his lifetime, he had had to play various roles, depending on the situation. But, using mainly, his role as chairman of the Ghoul Countermeasures Commission from where he imposed his orders.
Fue acclaimed since his adolescence by joining service, having and expecting from him, great feats worthy of carrying the surname Washuu. It was no surprise when in a short time he was acclaimed and recognized by his colleagues and agents, as someone worthy of respect and admiration, a model of exemplary man...
That was the beginning of his career to gain even more power within the agency, with his rapids and methodical promotions for his great merits and achievements that ended up securing his future as the successor to the former CCG director, his father, eliminating any threat that meant a possible risk until he could finally obtain that place. He murdered half-brothers, rivals, and even bastards not recognized by his father and political plots that ended up being mercilessly decimated and eliminated.
On the other hand, in the Ghoulworld, he was known as the Tsune Demon, famous for his great strength and evil and bloodthirsty methods of dealing with the Ghouls who challenged his rule from the shadows of the metropolis.
For Tsuneyoshi Washuu, he had grown up with a twisted way of seeing reality. The world for him was his personal toy box, which he could dispose of whenever he wanted. It didn't matter if some toys ended up broken by the aggression of their play, or some pieces disappeared. He had always found a way to fix things that were no longer useful in due course. So it was no surprise, with the speed and lack of empathy with which he lost his attention to things, the feeling of boredom was constant in his life, for him who had never suffered from need from a young age, he easily solved problems and situations that his fellowmen found impossible, it was rum things of no importance to him.
He always found the perfect way to fix things, but he had encountered a new emotion that exploded with great force in his chest when he encountered more and more problematic situations during the resolution process.
It was a joy that he had not known or enjoyed in years, overflowing all that ecstasy with all the content of his heart, the emotions that distilled against his worst enemies and innocents wrapped in the problem, it was such sweet to place them in the worst possible situations, where he vented his deepest and most twisted desires by hearing his cries of pain and misery.
It was the beginning of developing the habit of finding people who had a conflict with him, trapping them against his will. Always increasingly yearning for the nectar of despair and breaking the hopes of the hearts of his victims.
He had always found it funny to think about the situation in his current life. Ever since he was appointed president, I've never thought about it before.
But since long before the founding of the GCC, his Washuu Clan had carried on a very critical relationship, which he enjoyed here, thinking about the degree of futility and ignorance into which humanity fell on a daily basis, leading such an affable life. and in a cage of comfort that he controlled according to his wishes.
He was one of the most wanted ghouls in the shadow world, on his shoulders he led an anti-ghoul organization from the safety of the sunlight, which his ancestors had hidden with such dedication and planning to return to the Washuu Clan, the core of the CCG. . But he enjoyed seeing and treating his ghoul investigators even more like disposable pawns, who became the main source of entertainment and a source of safe and exquisite food, which the Washuu Clan always had, as there was always plenty of food from the corpses of the best. investigators killed in suicide operations.
As the head of the Washuu Clan, he had continued with "selective breeding", one of the many traditions of the clan. Of numerous illegitimate descendants, the result of numerous relationships with human women or ghouls, obviously those relationships were never consensual. He had to choose carefully among many females in search of improving his own genes, waiting to obtain descendants that inherit unique traits of the specimens or evolve with marked characteristics of the Clan, lost in time.
If any babies arose as a result of that union, their future would be decided by their sex.
Born as a boy, the baby would pass numerous tests, before deciding based on your potential, someone worth joining your ranks., being carefully monitored for a couple of years to the point of being considered loyal. to the main family, so it would be given the role of importance for the future of the Clan. But it would be the opposite if he were born of the female sex, he would be degraded to having to fulfill the role of "matrix" to preserve the bloodline of the Washuu Clan, but before starting his duties he would have to satisfy his own father, until he gets bored of it before deciding the turn of the main elders of the family, waiting to obtain a new descendant, that was one of many "traditions" that had been maintained since the founding of the Clan that has lasted until today within the Clan.
For Rize Washuu, a little girl, just over three years old, the whole meaning of her short existence had become worse than hell, as she learned of her inevitable fate after enduring years of torture, to finally be visited by a demon that always stalked. Relentlessly in her nightmares turning all her hopes and dreams to shreds, smiling and mockingly whispering the words that end up making her scream and cry, hugging herself in an attempt to protect herself, unable to help herself almost every night.
It all started, when he managed to escape from his room, which resided within a facility, which since he was born had never been allowed to leave before. But now she had been taken against her will to a new place, where she was now being watched by the "maternity staff" who guarded her at all times, but who used the name "Sunlit Garden" to refer to the white place. where I was now.
After a month of adjusting to his new environment, he had become accustomed to the habits and guidelines of his guardians. So it was not difficult for her, during all this time preparing for a gray day I managed to circumvent all that security with relative ease, making use of the two pairs of crimson tentacles that emerged from her back in a threatening way.
For Rize, that was a very convenient and powerful power. Since he was born, he had always been perceived as someone very special and unique within his own mind for being able to instinctively control them. I am able to feel the strange pulses that originated somewhere inside his body, which is described as a kind of warmth so comforting and sweet, with which he became familiar in a short time.
In parallel, her body had always been undeniably stronger and more resilient than that of the other girls with which she had previously lived in her former "home", so she had always distinguished herself, creating, as a result, a social gap by the completely extreme differences and behaviors of the girls with her, which in the end ended up being isolated.
But for Rize this was not a problem, she had always been alone, a way of life with which she had always family, so it was a problem when she decided to create on her own an exclusive place for her. Creating unknowingly psychologically, a way of safety and comfort for her, where she could be free to be as she was, to continue practicing with that strange power, which she later understood by her guardians, being referred to as Kagune, an apparent predatory organ unique to her species, the pride of the Ghouls...
Those memories, which she had discarded before, struck her mind multiple times when she practiced alone and she stared at her Kagune for hours carefully analyzing the crimson and black colors with some scaly patterns, feeling a strange sense of warmth and a vague familiar sensation.
But that now was not the time to get lost in vain and unimportant things, he went out through the main breathing duct, tearing down the main defenses of the adjoining room, went away from the cold and white corridors, carefully checking the multiple empty rooms during his escape. To finally get to an area, of which he had heard so many times about his current caregivers. A place where other test subjects were sometimes taken for recreation and fullness. Full of curiosity about those words, his enthusiasm increased, reached its peak when he first reached his destination.
She was moved and astonished to arrive at the entrance to the main garden, where she wasted no time and income with overflowing happiness. Wherever his eyesight approached he became captivated and enjoyed the various exuberant flowers of pure and white colors that were there, touching softly and carefully the delicate constructions, decorations, and statues that he had only glimpsed among the pages of some old volumes in his room, which slightly reminded him of Oriental cultures of a distant past, but his imposing art quietly recounted a part of the history of the world and landscapes that he could only dream of seeing one day in his life.
It was at that moment that she understood the origin of the name of that place, but it was because she had wasted so much time looking at her that she had made the mistake of lowering her guard and ending up being imprisoned without difficulty, having been located by other guards who had been looking for her in the vicinity and ended up being taken to a different place from her previous room. From that moment on, it was there that he almost regretted his previous actions.
It all began when I naively accepted and believed in the empty promises of his captors, blindly agreeing on the possibility of being able to visit whenever he wanted the "Solar Garden" with which he had so often fantasized, but which could now become a reality. The very idea that he could have fun and enjoy inside the alabasters and neat flowers, admire the ancient sculptures, be able to read his books under his shadow would almost be a sweet dream. Like the child she was, she accepted more than pleased, with an innocent and radiant smile, I accept the hand of the demons in an aberrant and cruel contract, which followed after that agreement, was that she had fallen into a hell from which she lost the will to escape ever.
She did not remember how long she had been confined, but to ensure her cooperation, at all times she was severely limited with her diet, she was subsequently suffering the effects of hunger for the first time in her life, enduring so painfully that she was almost compared to the suffering of the multiple experimental drugs and drugs that were administered in large quantities without caution or care in it. Always having her in a marginalized and weakened state, without the strength to resist, she was at the mercy of doctors and investigators, who kept her in a trance and suppressed the power she was so proud of, with which she was born, to be to blame for her apparent situation.
At first, she had been tested for various trials and studies, which were incredibly painful and horrible, which ended up making her pray on many occasions for mercy and mercy, screaming with all the pain of her heart for wanting to end all that hellish suffering. But it all always ended in the same way, seeing them in the eye in an attempt to move their hearts, but without being able to move them at all, on the contrary, it caused them to get excited by seeing them in such a withered and unhappy way. The only times they showed an emotion full of rejoicing or happiness was when they got their experiments to make new strides, so their ranges of improvements to continue their discoveries were always accompanied by new levels of cruelty and suffering for breaking it more and more every day.
Observing the eyes of people dressed in white, she understood that never, since the beginning of that hell, if they had ever looked at her as a child, much less as a person, her role was to be the object of experimentation, she would never do it. Forget about those cold eyes devoid of humanity as he opened his eyes every day he spent in that hell...
Despite all the pain, she persisted in the hope that someone might hear her and save her from all that suffering, but her voice never managed to get an answer, her prayers and prayers never took effect. Having lost the notion of time, that little or much, now it didn't matter. For her time became somewhat ephemeral, there was no reason to know how much torture she had endured, a girl her age had had enough for a full life, all that innocence and naivety, they went away to dry, her emotions ended up being thrown away in an attempt to confront her executioners who enjoyed her experiments the most when she showed her weaker side.
All the thoughts and illusions I had imagined had died a long time ago, even now he found ridiculous his own naivety, that some hero like that of legends and stories embodied in the worn books of his old room, which had ended up reading countless times, who always ended up with something in common, the hero saving the princess from situations that seemed impossible, beating all the bad guys and ending together happy forever. But, she now understood that all those stories could only exist in fairy tales, but never in their cruel and unfortunate reality.
A reality that time is living in, one too inhuman, but one that somehow had to endure it, trying to deal with it in a desperate attempt to survive. But none of that mattered, because she finally let her last hopes die, decided to escape all the pain and agony, falling deep into herself, in a last desperate attempt to forget her reality and her inevitable destiny.
Everything to her had been darkness and pain, but one day all that martyrdom had ended abruptly and without explanation.
Managing to make her conscience clear enough to be able to hear, albeit weakly, the voices around her, she distinguished the cries full of happiness and glory of people dressed in white who had always looked at her with eyes full of dark feelings, perhaps if she could return in the past, she would now be able to distinguish the evil behind her empty smiles...
On the other hand, for doctors and researchers, they were in a state of catharsis, all the fruit of their work would be recognized, they could have found the perfect example, in all their years of dedication and sacrifice, their predecessors had never achieved such a special Ghoul like her. After two years and almost six months of complications and setbacks, they had succeeded.
But for Rize, because of her poor knowledge on that occasion, she never understood why she was considered so special and why she would be considered the future hope of the Clan. And it was all because of the large number of Rc cells, unique and perfect in their bodies, they would be the perfect contender to revive the legendary and lost latent state of the dragon, which centuries ago had been the Washuu's trump card, among other unclear terms, were things he decided to bury deep in his mind, for now, they turned out to be things he did not want to hear.
But greater was the surprise for her, when all that commotion had ended so abruptly by the sudden arrival of an elderly person, with long white hair, wearing an oriental costume wore by renowned people as in her old books, but that man's sudden gaze on her made her feel a desperate sense of crisis, in such deep terror, that I try to want to flee as quickly from the place but the old man's gaze hardened.
The men in white clothes were gone, not before honoring that man and leaving, leaving them only both in that room. He looked at her outside a cage and she with restrictions on her limbs, resting on the floor, with patches of dark-colored cloth covering her child modesty.
As they approached, the elders used the force of a single-arm to effortlessly break through the reinforced steel bars. The next moment she felt trapped by a tentacle, which had destroyed the chains that held her captive, but in the process managed to damage her right ankle from which blood began to flow.
Without any delicacy, she was brought to face with the old man, someone who emanated an aura imbued with malice and darkness, but the eyes with which they looked at her disgusted her, but at the same time filled her with cold terror.
Due to her weakened state and the low consciousness that threatened to make her fall into the void, she did not clearly remember the conversation with the man who had introduced himself as her father, who at all times laughed and mocked her with contempt, to give a moment to another, to be lifted by another tentacle, allowing her injured ankle to be within reach of her Father who would quench the scent of her blood before enjoying the blood and part of her flesh, in a frantic bite, feeling a painful new stimulus, he screamed and tried to escape, but it was all useless, I ended up thrown against the wall of his cell, while his father laughed between praise, delighted to enjoy a new flavor, which was undoubtedly better than Rize's mother.
With a smile stained with her blood, she told her that she would have the important mission of being the next root for the future of the Clan, she had been born for that purpose and nothing else, in her genes slept the possibility of allowing to engender the forgotten power by which her clan was once feared in the Middle East in the past. But, for now, I wasn't old enough, but it was only a matter of time before it matured and reached its full potential, in order to be the perfect uterus for him, who, as the Current Clan Head, in his hands was the responsibility of being the only one able to achieve what his ancestors only dreamed of, the next generation of the Washuu who would spawn Rize, his most treasured daughter, would be in charge of creating a new golden age for the Washuu Clan, just imagining the possibility that his future offspring could develop that incredible power was something he craved.
For the entire Clan, there was no greater honor for a woman than that, to say goodbye to her alone in that destroyed place where darkness enveloped everything around her. Rize, who was no longer naive, could understand the intentions behind her father's words, but not the meaning. Everything that had lived in that room, a hell in which she had lost all hope, seemed to be only the preamble to something even worse that she would suffer within the reach of the Washuu Clan's power, once he decided to bring her inside. the main house of the clan, but finally understanding why of all the pain she had endured, all the experiments she had tried, it was because she was born to her misfortune, within the Washuu Clan.
It had been a year since she had been released from the experimentation room, but for Rize, nothing had really changed, even though she had been able to return to her room on her father's orders and have more freedom than before, it was all as long as she accepted that she would be given high doses of Rc cell suppressors and consumed from improved meals...
The price I had paid in order to enjoy all these benefits was neither closely fair. She had understood that, for more than two years, she was subjected to hell from which she had lost the will to escape, and then learning of her inevitable fate was a cruel irony of life.
After extensive research, which filled her with dark feelings, resignation, and helplessness, they had finally understood her role in the Washuu Clan. But that there was no point in lamenting now, becoming the uterus that his Father and his ancestors who had sought so much, was something that could not be changed. Now at almost seven years old, as he had become routine, he set out for the Garden, in an attempt to clear his mind, fill peace and rest looking at the landscape. Perhaps he would be able to enjoy reading in the shadow of one of his favorite Greek statues, or perhaps take a short nap in an attempt to calm his negative emotions, which were getting stronger, whenever he cursed about his bleak future.
His memory was confusing at this point, but he could still remember with sorrow and bitterness why she had always been ignored and depreciated by her Mother in the past. Being a perfect copy of Rize, with long hair and owner of great beauty, but with an astonishing power in her youth, when she walked freely and full of dreams on the night streets of Tokyo, but who was now unable to show its, had converted in a shadow of what she once was.
Her mother had never looked at her since she was born, she had always ignored her, but any change when Rize repeatedly fervently and insistently tried to earn her affection at her young age of two but ending up being hurt and assaulted at every possible opportunity. Until one day she managed to arm herself with the courage to ask her mother in tears because she could not be loved like the other girls, but instead, her illusions died when her mother shouted at her all the hell she had lived in was her fault, of a cursed daughter, all the future she had ever wanted was over from the day she was born.
All the frustration and pain she had had for years had to endure, were mercilessly poured into a little girl a little older than two years, being blamed for all the pain and suffering her mother had been victimized by being abducted by the Washuu Clan.
But that it would be inevitable that Rize also suffered the same future, waving and screaming vehemently, she wishes her daughter would also go through what she had to endure, but for a second and an instant, inevitable tears and prayers came, as mom had done. She failed, but deep down she just hoped that maybe, her daughter could cope with everything she couldn't do and that maybe, just maybe she could achieve the happiness that she, Haruka, being in the past a powerful young woman Ghoul with dreams and longings ended up being kidnapped, withered, deprived of all freedom, ended up being used as an object of reproduction...
DI enter from a hell from which she could never be able to escape, between nightmares and tears, I only had as support the memories of her longings and promises of an ancient love of her youth, who died when I tried to save her when she was kidnapped, closing her eyes she could hear her desperate voice, shouting that she would protect her, but that promise could never be fulfilled...
Without understanding his Mother's words, Rize fled between sobs, not knowing that this would be the last time he would see her alive, for the day he met his Father was the beginning of his own ordeal, an ordeal that his own Mother passed, being warned by her Father hypocritically of what would happen to her in the future, suffering in the same way that her mother had been a victim, to finally have been killed by the members of the Clan, to end up being consummated as part of the traditions.
Awakening from her usual nightmares, even with traces of tears in her eyes, she carefully wiped them out as she pondered having dreamed again of that memory that so much pain had caused her when she was still little. On many occasions, he had tried to forget it, without any success, but to this day he still did not understand his Mother's last actions the last time they spoke, but now was not the time to think about it.
Sighing defeated, she prepared for another day inside the Sunny Garden, a beautiful cage that had her confined, waiting for her inevitable end, always fleeing, not wanting to be aware of reality, which with each passing day, was a day closer to the end of her cruel fate.
But that occasion had been the day when everything was different from the usual monotony.
It was his first encounter, which had never been possible in another reality, but... maybe someone had the power to make it different, gods, supreme beings, unanswered anomalies, or maybe just someone who had mercy on someone like her.
The monolithic gears of fate turned for the first time in a direction completely known from established facts. fate turned for the first time in a completely different direction.
With the power to meet a person, they switch to their destiny.
It was strange, that was the first word I used to describe him since their first meeting. The image he had of Shirou never changed, although, over time he got to know himself more and more, understanding that he was someone who kept many secrets, he was always someone kind and sweet, who could be counted on.
Since they met, her life changed so drastically that the gradual change in her person surprised even her. Of that red-haired boy, the memory of her always sincere and kind smile had restored the hope that she had lost, feeding the will to live that she had abandoned so long ago, at first a feeling that had arisen from her life. was born in it. . child curiosity...
Having eaten his usual meal, she decided to leave his room after the daily Rc cell suppressors had been administered, with the idea of enjoying a bit of the sun and reading under the shade of some sculpture, as was part of his routine.
Despite her short time in the garden, she had become familiar with her main roads and fields, so it was not difficult for her to always find the place she found pleasant. But her old habits still persisted in her, she preferred to be alone, to be held inside herself whenever she could. A couple of months had passed with that same routine, but she was not yet quite used to being surrounded by other children like her, it was a strange and unpleasant environment to enjoy, so in these last weeks she always avoided them, changing her direction to the most secluded but most beautiful places in the garden.
Within the hierarchy within the garden, there were the so-called "garden subjects", their ages were between all kinds of innocent ages. Wearing a simple white uniform, with a white high-necked shirt and gray pants with serial numbers on the edges. These were only the first rung within the garden, but they represented a necessary step in differentiating the potential candidates who would be eligible to move up the ranks, provided they displayed exceptional aptitude. But due to the same reason for the high mortality of the tests, many initial subjects perished in the tests, diminishing the numbers. To deal with this problem, the members of the main clan were more than willing to help increase the number of new applicants, who would be the next numbers of a new generation, who would be subjected to new and advanced experiments and inhumane training, where the one cycle would have no end.
For the lucky ones, their integrity was not yet certain, as they had only achieved the first step of a long journey, where the fittest and strongest would be recognized as "elite subjects", a select group, which would secure a place within the Clan's organization, could be eligible as future researchers in the GCC or placed on some important step depending on their achievements, or if they showed even more talent, would be eligible for tasks according to their level.
Despite their rank, these children were not considered as special as she, she had managed to find out from their caregivers this fact, but, even so, this select group of children received special privileges and treatments. Their clothes were also clearly different, but they wore white hospital gowns in a better elaborate way and without serial numbers, but despite being a status, they still had to undergo laboratory tests in parallel to strenuous workouts that were constantly monthly and sometimes even weekly.
During his daily routine, he had noticed some other groups within the hierarchy within the garden, but he still could not have relevant information about these subjects, but, looking at them from a distance, he could distinguish a heavy layer of blood impregnated in their aroma.
With each new day, it was normal to sometimes see the results of experiments and laboratory tests, carved into the bodies of their companions. Some had worn and emaciated appearances, those would be the next subjects to be discarded, others showed improvements in their physique and were developing a new form of expression. But the general panorama had not changed, every day there were fewer subjects that could be distinguished within the garden, than in the previous day. But the lucky ones would be the future members of an organization who would only be sent to die in the future, it was hypocritical of her, but a part of her felt good knowing that just as she had a future that could not be changed, no one would be there. except as long as everyone was trapped inside this prison.
But she also appreciated seeing with curiosity the process of metamorphosis of black caterpillars perching on some lilies and white roses, to enjoy imagining the feeling of transforming within her cocoons, so that, coming out of her safe chrysalis, being butterflies, fragile beings but free from the restrictions to which she was doomed.
It was only natural that over time, Rize would gradually come to understand the true nature of this sunlit garden. Knowing its nature, a facility owned by the organization that still had no notion but that was useful for the Ghoul Countermeasures Commission, the GCC... Despite its null progress in its investigation, she could be sure of something, its mission The main one was a murderer of ghouls, beings like her, but for her, it was ironic, that this place adorned and seen from the outside as adorable has an innocent center of attention for "orphaned children", hiding such a dark secret.
It was tragic that many of the children gathered here also had a very similar origin to hers, being the product of the selective reproduction and breeding of hybrid humans. Being forced from the time they had the use of reason, to be degraded as mere instruments, of people who pride themselves on being an existence that rivaled the gods themselves, subjecting them against their will to strenuous and long training and experiments so that in the future become talented Ghoul investigators from their graduation or it was decided that they would have a worse fate by joining the ranks of another organization of which they were just beginning to know their existence, an organization with the name "V", but it did not end there, as they would be subjected to treatments to induce the loss of memories so that the secret of the existence of this garden remains forever anonymous.
Hating everything around her, disgusted by her own destiny and the inability to do something to change it, she tried to forget everything as usual, with one of her quieter hobbies. Taking her place among the soft white rose bushes, she immersed herself in their scents, while taking some roses and playing with their petals, after having read a lot a worn book on ancient cultures, which she had ended up laying on the ground. grass.
But that day was different from any other because a small and different enigmatic adventure had captivated her attention, filling her with an emotion that she had not felt before, I let the rose forget in her hands and her worn book on the grass, she walked hurriedly towards the garden, where the other children did not bother to leave, the place where she met him and where it all began between the two of them.
Among the white and delicate lilies, he observed unsure how to interact with that strange red-haired girl, who seemed to be a couple of years older than her, since when he looked carefully he noticed that he had apparently been injured with the thorns of a rose that he had in her hands, which took on a crimson hue between some of her petals that were initially white. He was so curious about being embalmed looking at the young man that he could not take the appropriate actions because from one second to another, the situation had changed in a turn of events of more than 180 degrees, that red-haired boy was now everything had happened so fast, that he really didn't remember the actions that continued, clearly. The only thing he remembered from that first meeting was the smile of that child and a promise that both of them had made, that until the end of their lives they would always treasure in their hearts.
It was strange, his behavior, his actions, his thoughts all about him was a mystery, but they reflected a warmth he had never felt before. His curiosity from the moment of his first encounter was growing with every day he spent watching him, something in him was different from the rest, something that he could not explain but at the same time felt the need to be close to him, but only managing to look at him from a distance.
With insecurity and with his guard on high, he kept analyzing in detail, each of his actions. Sometimes reading lonely like her, in another s looking from different directions from random points in the garden and sometimes talking to some experimental subjects, but the vast majority of the time, the child spent hiding between the farthest areas of the garden closing his eyes and appearing to meditate. There was something about the latter that made her disconnect from herself, and not being able to look away from her curiosity.
At first, she had done her best to stay hidden and distant from the boy redhead, not to be noticed, but despite her best attempts, that young man always looked in his direction, feeling defeated by believing that she had hidden better than last time. But he kept smiling at him carelessly and friendly, with a smile that had never left his face since the first time he met him.
Sometimes when he surprised her, he used to stand behind his back from one moment to the next. Asking her with curiosity and joy, everything about her and if you could get to make your friend.
Friend...
It was a new word for her, but she would over time learn to value and remember with love and warmth.
From that moment on, a strange relationship between these two children had arisen. Shirou, his now new friend, had become someone who for little Rize was the source of knowledge and happiness, within these big, cold white walls...
In a short time, after it was and altered, the situation had taken a turn of more than 180 degrees.
That relationship where Rize had chased Shirou through every possible place in the garden was now Shirou chasing Rize at all times.
At first, the relationship between the two had been difficult, at least for Rize, feeling unable to comprehend the intentions behind Shirou's ongoing efforts to talk to her. Something inside still didn't let her be able to trust people so suddenly again.
Having been discarded and hated by her mother since she was born, her father only saw her as an object that he would use in the future, the other girls were never able to meet on any occasion, so he had decided to dedicate his entire life to her. time to be alone, looking for her own place in this little, little world that was the garden. But, the situation still did not change when he first arrived, he had decided to close his heart after having suffered inside that hell for more than two years, he had decided not to put new hope in people, he had even decided to stop reading. that. old books that only showed beautiful places and things that she would never see or have in this life.
Why was everyone trying to make her suffer like this?
But in the end, even though her will had died and her hope had withered, she still couldn't deny the little happiness she felt as she hypocritically imagined that maybe ... just maybe someone could understand her and save her, as in those stories of heroes from times gone by. But now after much suffering, being outcast, ending up, ending up, being betrayed, the world had given Shirou, a boy who little by little broke those chains and shields that she had raised so strongly to protect what was left of her fragile, devastated and withered heart.
Months passed in the blink of an eye, but for Rize, his old routine had been changed by the presence of a person who began to call a friend. A friend who was taking with effort and patience, Rize's little heart. Shirou's kindness and attention were closing the girl's scars and traumas, at a slow but steady pace.
As a medicine, Shirou's company was a new light that illuminated a path and renewed the will to power over leading the fate that would await him in the future. For the first time in his life, he lived a time when he felt a little happiness for the first time since his seven years of life.
She was now able to withstand strenuous routine experiments and medical checkups, as well as being able to withstand even more inhumane training than other children. Everything could be endured because of Shirou's influence, he was always there for her, he always had the best stories that he, cheerfully always told him about anything, every time she asked him, being spoiled for the first time in her life and selfish with her requests. Como that time I ordered Shirou to use his lap to sleep or to build him a wreath of flowers or when a few weeks ago he managed to surprise her when he found him inside his room for no apparent reason, only concern for her appearance, just finish, play do for hours without the guards nodding.
Shirou always, with a smile on his face, just laughed at her requests as she treated him with childish pouts on her face, hitting him on the chest, claiming that he did not know how to treat a girl, receiving the redhead. In response, Rize had no idea why she was right.
Now, among his hobbies, his favorite was to hear the stories and legends of ancient times, about powerful weapons, courageous and unwavering warriors, as well as about gods and goddesses with incredible and mysterious powers. He also heard dark stories about monsters, which, despite not being his favorites, made him confused about what to think of the world. With confused and incomprehensible feelings, she had come to begin to question her existence about the world, only perhaps she was born at the wrong time...
At first, it had been difficult for her, trying to hear it was like going back to the past because all those stories represented the naive dreams and illusions that had died within her. Siempre full of feelings and emotions that he now considered only fantasies, represented his weakness in the past, even to the extent that he once came to fight against Shirou. Cuando for the first time told him the story of a child who had wished to be a hero, an ally of justice, but who by many of the mistakes he had made in his life, had ended up being betrayed by his own ideals and dying alone.
That was the first time he saw Shirou's smile completely erase himself from his face, but in his eyes, he could notice that there were calmness and acceptance with that end, so I hit him with one of his tentacles and fled from him.
On that occasion, he thought that perhaps Shirou was no different as he had initially thought of other people and that he might have made the mistake of trusting someone again. But that night in her room a Shirou wounded by one arm and with a nervous smile surprised her. Trying again to escape, using his tentacles, the boy went faster and circled him by his waist, having been surprised by that sudden action, lost control of his tentacles and struck Shirou with great force on the head, causing him to bleed out of a wound caused by the previous attack.
Feeling guilty now, every previous feeling of annoyance and betrayal had been forgotten, leading to guilt and regret,
"Shirou, I'm sorry ... I really didn't want to hurt you", looking at how the blood fell, the guilt inside him increased, "You must let me go, I'm not someone who deserves your attention and affection", trying to talk to him, but failing to no avail, Shirou's hold on her never gave way.
"It's my mistake Rize, why don't you let me finish my story."
Rize looked as Shirou's eyes changed, and from one moment to the next, they acquired a dark tone that after an instant was filled with determination.
"You must know, that this child, who had survived fiery hell, had the opportunity to change his destiny, refusing not to give up his ideals by saving all the people who were important to him," smiling with melancholy, "At the end of his life he failed to become a hero, but I earn something else, something that changed him."
"And what would it be?" he asked with curiosity and nervousness, as he watched as Shirou's orbs shone with a golden color.
"The warmth of a family, " with a satisfied smile the redhead answered.
Despite his doubts, Rize decided to believe in Shirou, Shirou's smile at the end of his story was something that made him unintentionally shed a tear, imagining for a few moments a strange and unknown image in his heart, family, a concept he did not know but might one day be able to achieve.
Over time, among his favorite stories, there was one in particular, which had caused him a conflict of strange feelings and a vaguely nostalgic feeling.
The story of a myth that told the misfortune of a young woman who had suffered a horrible fate as a result of the just punishment imposed by a goddess of war. Her sin was born as a product of the uncontrollable lust of a god of the sea, who had previously stolen her purity by force, in the worst way within one of the rooms of the temple that she used to care for and protect. Being forced to live as a beast controlled by her primitive instincts inside an oceanic cavern on a remote island, from which she could never escape until the end of her days. Where she would be tortured and punished for the weight of her sins, to finally be killed by a hero blessed by the same goddess she had previously worshiped.
Having lost his prestige, as an ancient priestess, to finish, becoming a bloodthirsty and hateful monster to mankind for a sin he never committed. Having as their only company on that island, their older sisters, who decided to share the same divine punishment as their younger sister in the name of their bond and their love for her.
Living within infinite darkness within the depths of the cavern. The young woman was being corrupted by the curse at a swift pace, which was marking her and changing her temperament with a strong thirst for destruction and hatred, killing all who dared to approach her territory, the mountains of corpses and the remains of the shipwrecks, always ended up being scattered throughout their home in the form of a warning to the blessed.
Over time, the legend that a monstrous being holding two beautiful damsels prisoner emerged, so more and more men and heroes decided to venture to prove their luck and perhaps prove their worth with the smile of some god that would allow them to fulfill their dreams, achieving in a single attempt to kill the beast and claim the hand in marriage of the two maidens who were prisoners, which ended up feeding the already numerous victims.
But like every story, has an end, and in it, the young woman now completely turned into a bloodthirsty monster, in the final moments of her death, lamented how unfair and cruel the world was with her, carrying the sins of having devoured her older sisters at the time she lost her sanity, and that now just seconds after she died she had returned, to realize that so long ago she had lost what she considered most appreciated and what she had fought most. But that now, there was no salvation for her for all eternity, not knowing that, after her death, a being so pure and white was born from her blood that she represented the state of her soul when she still kept her innocence and pure dreams for the world, with naivety and kindness like no other young woman before she had been cursed. That being squealed and lost in the firmament, but his legend was the other side of that tragic story.
A year had passed, and his life had changed, at least with Shirou by his side. Kindness and attention were virtues with which she had never been treated before. It was a new experience that initially made her feel uncomfortable and with her guard up, but with the continuous attention and care of the older redhead, they ended up making her trust Shirou fully.
As an eight-year-old girl, Rize had suffered too much within the Garden, but in the same way, she had matured, gradually. Shirou was a great teacher who was always guided with his questions about the mysteries of life. This is why their relationship between the two gave to greater closeness, which evolved with every moment they shared, relying for the first time on their lives and reaffirming the word friends.
Although all the changes in Rize's short life were positive, deep within her still lurked her deepest fears and insecurities, which for so long she had tried to forget without success, the idea of thinking that her life would end so far away, sad lonely and lonely she found it more and more difficult to seem normal every time she talked to her friend, it might even be that Shirou had noticed at this point, but in a mature and friendly way, she never commented on it, but her personality contrasted with her His words and actions gave him the message that he would wait long enough for her.
But, making that decision for her was not easy, many things could change in the relationship that both had now, her first friend, her confidant, and teacher titled she did not want to lose, but the fear and insecurity in her were only growing over the days. In the past, because of his loneliness, incapacity and not having someone to trust, another reality might have marked the beginning of a life that would end in disgrace. But, now Shirou's existence represented an opportunity to finally be able to be heard, getting the attention and understanding that anyone had never given him before.
But it was for exactly the same reason that her thoughts underwent a change that she never noticed.
"Shirou will always be with me... won't he?"
He had promised her a couple of weeks ago when he told her about a strange story about a girl dressed in white who used to live in an old castle in the middle of a winter snowstorm and a dark knight, the father of that white girl who He had never been able to rescue, but that at the end of the story was a boy who was adopted by the Dark Knight, who swore to save her instead of his adoptive father, who had raised him to become the hero.
In the midst of that story, Shirou showed a face she had never seen before, her golden orbs filled with palpable sadness and pain, which ended up breaking something within herself. Cuando fleetingly saw a couple of tears fall from his friend's cheeks.
Shirou ambiguously and making a couple of bad excuses about his childish behavior, talking that he was perhaps only more tired than usual, but with a broken voice lacking his usual warmth.
It was something he couldn't resist, ending up hugging Shirou instead, forcing him while he didn't understand why he was suddenly acting. ó
Why are you suddenly crying? "
Rize, for his part, ignored Shirou's question and let even more tears fall down his cheeks, tears he had not noticed until he had wet much of the chest area of Shirou's white robe.
"Sorry Rize, I...", Shirou's words were interrupted when Rize's little hand had been taken by his.
"You know, we've known each other for over two years, but it was so far that I've seen for the first time more than your usual calm and expression full of kindness that you always look at me with."
"Rize, what are you talking about?" Shirou's question was cut off because his other free hand was taken in the same way.
"When we are not together, you always have a difficult expression to understand, one that I can describe as empty and even stoic, but so far that I can say that my suspicions were confirmed", in a light voice, the girl continued, "We are both very similar, but at the same time so different, you have always shown yourself to be someone strong and capable, but that it seems that you have lost the way of your life. On the other hand, I am a weak man, who had resigned himself to never trusting anyone ever again, someone who had been resigned to not being in control of his own future."
Still resting on Shirou's chest, Rize looked slightly as a few locks of her long hair gave off a delicate scent.
"That's where you're wrong!" Shirou replied as he sighed softly, "To be honest, we're more alike than you imagine, to begin with, I'm not so strong or capable of what you think, I've been through a lot in life, they were both sad and happy, but that's not why I regret anything, I firmly believe what I've done is the right thing to do but that conviction is full of patches, yet it is an ideal for which I will always fight, that is my own way of being an ally of justice."
"Ally of Justice?" the little girl asked with reservations as she still looked at Shirou's face, "You've told me so many stories, but I've always had my doubts about that expression."
Laughing slightly, Shirou replied, "I don't think I spoke in-depth about the first story I told you, long after we met, do you still remember it?
"I think it was a story about a child who was the only survivor of a fiery hell, right?" recalled Rize in a gentle whisper.
"You're absolutely right... I wasn't clear enough at the time, but I think now is the perfect time to talk about it now." Taking Rize gently I cradle her in her arms while resting on her head in her chest.
On a full moon night, two people were enjoying their company staring at the night star in all its glory. Both were enjoying a night tea, in the comfort outside of an old Japanese mansion, sitting close to each other as was becoming customary for a couple of weeks.
Initially, the relationship between the two had not been the best, but it was a breakthrough for both of them who could share moments like this more often, enjoying what they both called the little Emiya family. However, that night was the beginning of a legend, when the gears of fate began to move.
"Since he was a child he had dreamed of being an ally of justice, to the point of aspiring to be one," the old man spoke wearily as he looked at the star king.
"What do you mean by that? You aspired to be one, but now you've abandoned it?" The redhead asked confused.
"Yes, unfortunately, trying to be a hero is difficult when you get to become an adult, it would have been better if I had noticed sooner," with regrets in his voice, Kiritsugu under his first look from the beginning of the conversation.
Shirou, in a soft voice, replied, "I see, there is nothing that could be done in that case."
"You're right, there's really nothing that can be done," Kiritsugu added in a tired voice.
Asking with conviction in his voice the redhead added, "Mmm... If so, how about changing venues with me?"
"Mmm.".
"Being an adult today Kiritsugu, it may be impossible for you, but it will be all right if it's me, can't you be calm, leave your dream in my hands, makes sure I make it happen," has released his thoughts without hesitation for an instant, the sincerity Shirou had spoken to was conveyed in his eyes.
"I see, " smiled Kiritsugu looking at his adopted son, "I can rest easy, " were the last words during the conversation that night.
That conversation between a young ex-orphan of a calamity and an ex-mage killer, who were united by fate. Both being so different, but at the same time so similar, the least of them had been deprived of his identity, losing his emotions, memories, and loved ones during the mishap, to finish, being forged by the burning flames produced by the evils of the world. world. The eldest, a man who from his childhood had always fought for such a beautiful ideal, but at the same time so childish throughout his life, trying unsuccessfully to fulfill it, pursuing something impossible, he had lost during his journey to the only family he had. and what little happiness he found in life.
Not knowing that this would be the beginning of an impossible ideal.
He had reached the end of his dream, beneath a desert wasteland with hundreds, thousands perhaps boundless swords resting among the sand dunes. He had always been on bass from a heavy shower of confusion, always staying forward without a fixed course, walking with his shoulders still wet while still shaking. With his small, tired hands, he gathered the fragments of forgotten memories, all of a different color, in a desperate attempt to fill a void that had been left in his heart.
During his journey, he knew love and tenderness. Naively thinking he'd got rid of everything. But, it was thanks to them that he could find what he had left behind.
Even if he had been destined to be wounded, his heart still hoped to be raised as the last dust of stars representing his ideal.
He, who had been saved from the ashes, being dust, decided to carry the fragments of his father's dreams, so that he could ever get smiled like him, as the first time they both met...
The short-lived rain that had clouded his vision one night disappeared, but loneliness did not allow him to move forward, despite not knowing if he was totally wrong, everything would be fine as long as he could protect what he firmly believed in.
With a glass heart with fine cracks, I had not yet forgotten that he possessed limestone, which represented his courage, which was so bright despite being found only in the middle of the night.
The brilliant courage that arose as he faced his other self of the future.
Why did you survive that hell?
Why did you go ahead?
Not wanting to lose to him...
"I don't mind losing to others, but I can't lose to myself"
Despite the difference in power and experience between the two.
"I can still move my body, the only thing that lost was his heart, being as weak in accepting as a fact, a future that has not yet happened."
The justice of his other self was limited to making it right...
"But I don't need any of that, I will become an ally of justice, and just as you deny me, I will use all my might to defeat you! "
That time, a young woman looked at the battle between two swords, representing two paths, two different futures. Both she and her young, immature teacher had a dream, but just as Shirou and her future version were right in their own ideals, Saber got a different ending than the one she wanted. But for his master Shirou, he had managed to face his destiny and use all his strength to try to change it.
But, on the other hand, for Arturia he had only regrets left, despite fulfilling many of his goals on the way to his destination, he tragically ended with the fall of his kingdom representing his greatest achievement in life, denied the opportunity not to be able to change him, but it was for that very reason that he found it impossible to look away from the battle between ideals, to witness the final resolution of his master and the path he had chosen.
At the end of that confrontation, he was surprised to see Shirou's silhouette rise to victory, with a sword crossing Archer's left side, which accepted defeat with a resolute expression. But they were interrupted by the unexpected revelation of the previous Archer of the Fourth War of the Holy Grail. To achieve, after many sacrifices and a desperate final struggle, he managed to stay with Rin as his new teacher and Shirou, living a new second life, which lightened the burden of his old regrets, enjoying moments full of joy and happiness learning to love for the first time in his life.
That was the beginning and end of a divergence that should never have happened, but which allowed Shirou to grow and mature. In the company of Saber and Rin, two people so different, but who together complemented Shirou. Degreed to unite and watch over him, despite the near-zero odds of becoming Archer in the future, but not impossible, it was because of that possibility that his care and love future for him, that that future never existed, but that did not stop adorable fool, as He used to call Rin a Shirou, to pursue his dream of being a hero, an ally of justice, with an ideal that shone beyond time, to finally bring together the fragments of his father's dream, which ended up shining eternally.
At the end of the story, the two were in mutual silence. Shirou had sincerely shared his life with Rize, but subtly, for it was impossible to imagine that someone his age, a young man just over the age of ten, had lived such a thing, let alone the possibility, because of his origin in this world as an unrecognized son of the present Washuu Clan Head.
Still, for Shirou, he found it strange how he developed things in this new life. I've never socialized before more than necessary with other people much less be able to speak as confidently and sincerely as it had been with Rize. Leaving the possibility that some of his deepest secrets would be revealed to someone he had barely known for a little over two years, if Rin knew about this, he would not be sure how to deal with his likely punishment.
But, from the first time he met her, he saw in her something so different and familiar at the same time, it was strange and difficult to explain, but he still decided for the first time in his life, to follow his heart and not to reason. That's why he decided to talk about the origin and meaning of being an ally of justice.
Feeling a strange feeling and comfort at Rize's side that ended up breaking a wall she had unconsciously developed from the first day she had awakened in this strange world. That's why he was now analyzing the girl's gaze on her lap, hoping she hadn't made a mistake.
For her part, for little Rize, her doubts about Shirou were only growing, but she could feel Shirou's distance from her being shortened, in her mind, she fleetingly recalled her first encounter, a tempted little girl with a scent she had never smelled before and a boy's smile when she first saw herself in a garden of white roses. That was the last push it took to decide to share one of the greatest scars on her heart, a trauma that had filled her with hopelessness and a feeling of helplessness, which she had long set aside, ignoring her with all her might, in an inútthe attempt to delay the inevitable. But now he had the sincere support of Shirou, who had again shown him. Only maybe, just maybe, somehow could some miracle happen by telling all his fears to Shirou.
With her heart in her hand, I drop the thick walls and chains that had so long ago filled her with bitterness and pain. Slowly, a whispering and insecure in his voice, among the shadows that dreamed up the room, Rize had ended up telling Shirou his whole life. At first, she was looking at Shirou's expression as a support point, but the inexpressible on her face made her end up looking down.
But that was not an impediment for her to tell everything she had lived through, all bearing the suffering and miserable fate that she would be forced to bear was the turning point at which she realized her tears that had long since been released.
But the emotion behind each one was palpable, burden, prohibited burden, sadness, and anguish that she had so hard to bear in silence, keeping everything within herself, but feeling the warmth of Shirou's embrace and the comforting grip on her, she gave the strength to continue his story, talking about all his fears and the pain he had suffered in each experiment and the courage he had to show in each training. All that helplessness and frustration had produced a hatred that she had never noticed before, stalking the opportunity to go out, but she was only a child, no one had been able to do anything against the Chief of the Washuu Clan before. In the end, she was redirecting her hatred against herself and her lack of ability to cope with the fate that her father had imposed on her, all those feelings had overflowed, everything that she had stored inside she showed without reservation to the first person in which trusted.
Shirou, who throughout the story was listening in silence, was filled with conflicting emotions for the first time in this life. Within himself, the ideal that defined him, his soul, a sword still slept, waiting for the moment when his master decided to shed it, but now, that blade of unmatched edge showed signs of rust and dust accumulated among the little screams at the base. But despite his current state, he still responded to Shirou's feelings, when his hands had become fists, in a futile attempt to try to contain himself and set out to fight problems as on many occasions in the past, but after managed to keep fries or his thoughts, under his head in an attempt to bring his actions unnoticed by Rize who was still in his lap.
But as usual for Shirou, he had never had the best of luck, his rank "E" was always a blessing as a curse in his life. Rize had noticed her actions, and the overflowing feelings were more than enough for her. The sense of protection, warmth, and security was something I had never experienced before, but now they were known thanks to Shirou, that is why by hearing again speak in the same words of his first promise on that day they were a ray of hope in the dark abyss he had lived.
"My life needs no meaning, and it probably never will, I had decided I would accept it in silence."
Her gaze in the past bore a sense of nostalgia and suffering that I always wish to know el porquéwhy, but now la she looked at her from Shirou showed a conviction full of firmness, at that time the golden orbs faced purple.
"But... I promise you that I will never lack my words, I will show you the meaning of an ideal that I promised never to forget because forever, I will forge steel on the hill of swords".
It might just be random words, she might not understand the enormous and hidden meaning behind them, but the expression Shirou looked at her with that night was what marked a turning point in her life. She decided to choose to trust her friend, setting aside her worries, falling defeated by the tiredness and stress she had accumulated in recent days, managing to sleep with a smile for the first time in her life.
Since that day, their relationship had reached a new level of trust. Shirou had become a unique existence for her. Being a pillar of moral support and a confidant, someone I could count on at any time. Though laughter a luxury he had never imagined to realize before, but now they had become common in his life. But it seems that her destiny was struggling to return on an established path, making her suffer in the worst way, having tried the gates of heaven, to fall back the fire of hell.
That day, after routine experiments, it had been decided to test Rize with new drugs and experimental drugs in an attempt to awaken the dormant state of the dragon, experimentally proving to generate a possible premature awakening, which was theoretically possible, if they managed to administer excessively correctly. , but that in order not to obtain conclusive data, excessive doses had been allowed by the high command to test their hypotheses.
But, the nine-year-old did not present the expected theoretical advances, as a way to ensure a safe awakening, she was administered excessively as part of a new experimental model, but, she had presented a new and unexplored level of wild frenzy that ended up murdering two researchers and three mid-range security guards.
At the end of the attack, it was necessary to administer temporary Rc cell suppressors as an emergency measure, but to no avail, the Ghoul's basic feeding and survival instincts had gone haywire. The conclusion of the researchers and doctors was that perhaps there would be sequelae in it, but now the important thing is that the girl manages to naturally purify the drug residues in her body, to be able to be assimilated on later occasions. In the future, they would look for ways to control the seemingly uncontrolled impulses sleeping deep within her, which had apparently reached excessive and excessive gluttony.
Leaving her alone inside the darkroom, she had been apprehended with heavy shackles made of kagune and special alloys, on her wrists and ankles, as well as having supplied her with excessive amounts of Rc suppressors, temporarily, pending the adverse effects of experimental drugs dissipated by the gradual metabolism of her system.
For Rize, today's experiments had been the worst she had ever experienced before, unable to endure such a high pain threshold without analgesia, the result was obvious. Inhuman torture throughout the process, gradually feeling the degree of pain increasing...
And intermittently he was losing the sensation of contact with his body, being unable for periods of time to recognize his body as his, as a result of suffering a state of great stress, his body reacted so aggressively entering a state of survival in response to the internal. and external aggressive stimuli produced by the synergistic effects of drugs.
With a childish body only nine years old, despite his Ghoul nature, Rize's sense of self was eroding itself as a defense mechanism to a large amount of damage in the nerve and motor terminals, in a desperate attempt to shut down the synapse and alertness of his consciousness.
But it was useless, the Galens had foreseen the results of their experiments, so it was supplied with a lot of dopaminergic and adrenal hormones to force it to continue with the state of stupor in which it had fallen.
Simply facing such an inhuman situation with resignation and pain, I keep struggling to maintain control of myself but failing without being able to find a sufficient solution. His body found it increasingly painful, due to multiple organic and systemic failures due to the lack of blood supply, the multiple tears of muscle fibers and bone tissue ended up creating areas of necrosis and rhabdomyolysis, which caused severe seizures that ended up causing the loss of consciousness, unable to even shed tears, screams, and screams of pain that had died deep in his throat.
Lost in the dark and in the waves of unconsciousness, the voices produced by hallucinations within his mind became increasingly clear... They had begun as faint whispers that gradually evolved to the point of being able to distinguish whole words...
But the sinister intent behind his prayers that ended up becoming powerful orders toppled the last traces of his will. Looking up to her apparent origin, she saw the reflection of herself coming out of the shadows, a Rize with nine long tentacles bathed in crimson and black colors, with her long hair that made it difficult for her to appreciate facial features, but she could still feel enormous terror for being ever closer to her, admiring in her body strange and bizarre dark glyphs and a pair of horns that had just appeared on the forehead of the other Rize, which she let go of a powerful scream before throwing herself to her and starting to devour her. That was the triggering point for Rize to break, imagining for the last time before being consumed by her inner being, the image of Shirou smiling at her.
Sometimes in life, misfortunes are always accompanied by a couple of tragedies...
On that day, as was customary, within the garden organization, experimental and test subjects underwent weekly routine medical reviews, without médicas bypassing the deadly and cruel training to which they were exposed, as part of their maturation and growth schemes by creating soldiers capable of subsequently being selected and sent to a new unit or mission for the GCC or part of Sector V.
During the development of the garden, there were always human resources casualties, not all candidates presented adequate physicists for rigorous and inhumane treatment. But it was necessary to be able to separate the straw from the wheat.
Among the subjects who showed promise in the future, they were given more hours of medical training and experimentation, in order to unleash their full potential. For the coaches and doctors, in charge of this new generation of the orchard, in the youth of ten, outstanding candidates and good seeds had already been selected for future important positions in the organization. But among all the children, there was a young redhead who stood out from the rest, since he was born, he had shown a strong physical and mental fitness never seen before, so he was taken to a different organization during his first five years of life. Where it was taken to the maximum limit, surprising the high command by having been able to survive and cross each of the obstacles, so a unique specimen deserved a treatment rarely applied.
Para Shirou, ever since he had used reason, had had to about living a life full of increasingly difficult difficulties.
At approximately six years of age, he was released from a long, cruel, and inhuman training, managing to survive on multiple occasions, but with the breath of life barely contained or in his body.
But hell hadn't ended there, because, for the next two years, he was put under the jurisdiction of medical research, which reinforced various psychological and physiological abilities in his body, with various drugs and experimental substances that he had never heard of. At the age of eight, he achieved relative peace and security, having been released from his duties until further notice, waiting for all the improvements to be assimilated by his young body.
Four years long that peace had been again called by the superiors of the garden, waiting to see the advances by such peculiar subject.
A week full of new and inhuman experiments and new drugs, hours of putting your body to the limit of your healing, collecting the data and advances that made Gallens and researchers cry with happiness and joy. The superiors were pleased, the subject presented a lost ability of the dormant state of the dragon they had dreamed of, a unique and so coveted regeneration. An ability like no other, capable of allowing the subject to recover from all absurdly deadly damage, regardless of the degree of injury, as long as it still has Rc cell deposits in its body, it would be impossible for them to kill it. So now they would spare no effort in finding a way to artificially reproduce the ability to recreate this miraculous ability, but for now, the test subject must be monitored and allowed to rest, a week of experimentation had been enough for him, despite showing so much skill that bordered on wine, came the subject of experimentation was still half-human.
Since meeting Rize, Shirou had discovered that his body had started to undergo qualitative changes that were difficult to explain.
Initially, the feeling of discomfort and a strong rejection by your body when interacting with the new energy gradually grew in intensity and power. It's been around four years, but apparently, somehow that strange energy was trying to harmonize with the mana it produced in its body, but with little to no advancement. P within Ingresaero, this new situation gradually changed when, at the age of ten, trained in his own self-imposed meditation routine, he suffered a severe and aggressive reaction when trying to use the strange power alone, due to his inexperience and lack. out of control, I created a massive overflow of energy that I injected the pseudo nervous system into his body, which was aggressively entering his atrophied magical circuits, which ended up frying and creating strange new ramifications throughout his body from the enormous amount of power consequently...
But his body in parallel suffered a generalized cycle or hooping and severe damage that affected more than multiple organs and systems, which produced infernally and embodied pain, breaking his pain threshold, ended up making him lose consciousness without being able to overcome it with pure blindness. Willpower, not knowing that this was the final trigger for the changes that had already started in his body for four long years to be completed, causing his body to change in an unimaginable way that no one would expect, not even himself.
By the time she regained consciousness, more than twenty-four hours had passed, but the discomfort in her body was still sporadic, but the degree of analgesia was no longer disabling. Carefully exploring the surroundings, he managed to get to his feet, although severe dizziness and migraine exploded forcefully in his head. With sheer force of will, he managed to walk to find himself in one of the corners of the rooms where he used to serve his food on one of the old furniture, but it was extremely difficult, he had no familiarity with his body and a strange buzzing in his body. the ears persisted while eating his food. When he finished eating a strange bone and a nerve pain in his lower back, they exploded simultaneously, as he let out a powerful scream that ended up causing him to lose consciousness again.
He had lost the notion of time, again when he opened his eyes his sight had changed, he was no longer in his white room, but in a cell, a strange and familiar cell...
Wanting to rejoin it was impossible for him, under his sights and observed heavy shackles that prevented his mobility and restricted being able to make use of his strength. It was when I look up and watch their surroundings, outside the metal bars they met, people he had become so familiar with for so many years, dressed in white clothes, scientists and doctors again preparing their tools for their operations. But near them, they were accompanied by subjects in black who had never seen.
But there were still some sounds that were different from the rest, from above his cell a thick containment glass was observed from what appeared to be a superior room. Where I could distinguish people in fancy dress and some others wearing elegant kimonos, wearing a mask of different colors and themes, hiding their faces, but who seemed to be enjoying a high-class event, but some looked down to where he was, and the eyes of those people were loaded with a sick and insane interest, he could distinguish an insane madness and ecstasy that did not bother to hide without brazenness the younger ones between the meeting and some females who enjoyed seeing it, freeing up equally disgusting laughter while chatting.
Stepping out of the shadows a man in a host's suit and brimming with elegance, spoke to the assembled audience from above. The enigmatic theme was to highlight everything in luxury with details of Shirou's past and how special he turns out to be, after four long years the wait was over, and that day they could taste a small but fine delicacy, in the name of glory. and future of the Clan.
What happened next was the old hell that had already lived four long years ago, new experiments and dissections in living organs and tissues, as well as their removal and remodeling. New drugs and experimental drugs were administered in immeasurable quantities, they avoided by all possible means this loss of consciousness, for the enjoyment and delight of the illustrious guests who, enjoying their pain and suffering, threw new suggestions to the black executioners who took the gun in Ask to enjoy your pain comply with the bloody and cruel request of the diners, who showed a more than complete smile when doing so.
Shirou's conviction and resolution were tested.
Many routine experiments had been tested for the first four years to confirm the first signs of something they had found in Shirou. It was a process of the utmost importance that had left the high command full of expectations, the researchers and doctors, who after confirming with tears in their eyes their suspicions were true, affirmed between exclamations and ovations that they met with a subject who fulfilled the characteristics they had longed for.
This is why they wasted no time and woke upon the subject of experimentation.
While the head of the Galens, he gave the details about the confirmation of his discovery. A possessor of a strange ancient clan skill was born. But it was because of this reason and the pressure of former and powerful commands who decided to fulfill the wishes of some distinguished and special guests, for the subject would be more than able to bear it and that would be undeniable proof of witnessing the ability of that ability.
Still, with doubts and without understanding the whole situation, Shirou had managed to understand that he had awakened a strange regeneration ability unique among the Ghouls of the Washuu Clan, a miraculous regeneration that was believed to have been lost for millennia when he had perished. the last of its users, a miraculous regeneration believed to have been lost for millennia
This powerful skill had been known as "The Heart of the Latent Dragon", was a pride for the ancient ancestors, but a pity that lost in history and was never seen again. But now, fortune smiled at the Clan, for the first time in history this deserved to be celebrated by all that was great.
But it wasn't all a source of happiness, because some elders from the upper room claimed that it was tragic that there resurfaced so powerful skill in a hybrid, that pity that it was not in someone with pure blood, that had been the birth of a powerful new branch, but not everything turns out to be a waste, that also meant they would have to draw every possible usefulness before the irremediable end was presented for the half-humans, who were known to be being beings with a limited and short lifespan. But being an experimental subject was now an asset of paramount importance to the Washuu Clan.
For all possible means, Shirou attempted to maintain a stoic and unperturbed expression, demonstrating an unwavering resolution.
It was for this reason that the punishments for which the injuries ordered by the guests increased in intensity, reaching increasingly sickly levels, so bloody hoping to change the expression of the experimental subject without success, only managing to feed their frustration and anger.
At the end of the meeting, all the observers had to give up surprisingly, but being surprised by the tenacity shown by that child, but witnessing the veracity of the miraculous ability of the Washuu Clan, the extent of his injuries did not matter. it would regenerate with such extreme speed that he had doubts as to whether it had actually taken damage in the first place.
However, in the middle of the darkroom, amid the penetrating scent of iron in the air, on the walls and floor were the dry blood remains and among the tools used pieces of still fresh viscera. Underneath the only light in the room was Shirou still held by heavy chains, without strength and panting, with his gaze lost but still firm, he had managed to fulfill his task, without yielding to all those demons managed to persist for a whole long full week, before closing his eyes, at the very instant the lights were cut.
After regaining consciousness, now back inside his familiar white room, he found himself in his bed, sweating and panting. Trying to rejoin acute pain swept through his body, feeling stiffness and cold pain. After waiting a few minutes, he managed to get out of his bed and approached the only mirror in the room, in front of him, analyzed for a few moments the reflection of his body, passing his hands slowly and gently through his arms and legs.
His conclusion, there were no apparent anomalies. He had a body suitable for his age, with flourishing muscle growth, with a healthy tone without blemishes. But the trembling in his fingers persisted for long moments when he had already explored her body before. He still remembered past visions, the pain still lingering on his skin. Her gaze misdirected for an instant, she delved into the scenes where much of her skin had been flayed, muscles are torn, living organs torn with fury and mercilessness. The sensation and unreality melted away, I could effortlessly imagine where her healthy arms used to be, now the nerve tissue and muscles are exposed...
It was like looking at an illusion, waking up from a nightmare and looking at the cruel reality. It might be that there was now no trace of the experiments and punishments to which he had been subjected, but the pain still persisted and he refused to walk away...
Clenching his fists tightly he felt in a conflict with himself when negative emotions conflicted with his idealess is, but he decided not to drown in his reflections, he did not know how long he had exactly elapsed out of himself. I'm sure if your suspicions were right, Rize would be alone too long and that was something she did not want to happen, for four long years she had begun to live a life that, although short, had not been lived mechanically as in her early years of life on this second chance, and even if it was a life full of hypocrisy, he decided to continue to insist on being an ally of justice despite the difficulties he refused to give in again and again to adversity.
From time to time dreaming of his past battle with Archer, a part of him still remembered the wounds and emotions of that confrontation, but, just as the saber sheath had saved his life countless times, a relic that had been implanted by his father, being the representation of his relationship with one of his loved ones, knowing that he protected him and encouraged his dream. In the company of Rin who instructed and watched over him even at the end of his days, despite the distance and the time, remember them once again filled your heart with warmth and relief.
But in time for the lives of Rize and all the children within the Sunny Garden facility, it was the urge again to get up and fight once again, all the suffering of these innocents, she had decided to be responsible for saving them all.
Because Shirou had promised him Rize, and he would keep that promise.
Again here we find my friends, it was a long time, but very few of my followers and readers know the reason for my actions, try to make the chapter as long as possible as an apology, but when I got close to +30, 000 words I decided to split the chapter in two, and with good reasons, I hope you like this first part, because the Tokyo Ghoul universe is very extensive, and I really wanted to develop the characters, I have always found it interesting to see Shirou's growth in the fics and not take for granted the basis of the character because Shirou is someone who tends to follow his ideals, but there will always be moments in the life of his new universes where he will have to face the adversities and overcome them.
Just as the supporting characters deserve to shine and more when they were not properly developed or at least explain their personality and how they are as they are.
I really liked the chapter, but I hope you like it anyway, if you managed to finish my earrings first, and my life was normalized I will upload the projects and continuations that I had left so much, so soon I say goodbye, until the next one.
KaleidoMirror says goodbye.