The armored personal carrier bounced up and down violently as it made it's way along the highway of the 13th ward. It was followed closely, at just the same speed, by other carriers, all headed towards the same place; a cluster of condemned apartment complex's in the ward. Why exactly was it so important that you would have to send this many troops to it? Well, around 10 days ago the CCG received an anonymous tip over the phone. The informant told them that the new, wildly spreading, ghoul organization known as 'Aogiri tree' was situated in said apartments for the time being. When asked how he knew this or who he was, he simply replied with 'This is an anonymous tip, telling you who I am would defeat the purpose, right?' They tried to get footage of the man after tracing the call to a pay phone in the 20th ward, but it was too dark and he wore a cap that shielded his face from view... Still... this opportunity, should it be true, was once in a lifetime. Getting rid of a problem before it even began, that was an ideal opportunity.
However, Koutarou Amon still wasn't too sold on this, it's not that he thought it was a hoax, but rather that he thought it was too perfect, like it was going to end... with more loss than gain. He remembered he'd felt this way about Kureo, his superior, going down to the river, and his feeling was correct, Kureo was murdered. But, Kureo's death was the gateway to a worrying discovery... the 'Owl' was back... The autopsy team examined Mado's wounds, his blood, his severed hands, what have you... It was confirmed that the residue left by the Kagune did indeed match that of those found 10 years ago, before the Owl went into hiding... But why was he back? Why was he in league with the daughter ghoul, the newly dubbed 'Eye-patch' and(possibly) the rabbit? For Amon, too many things made too little sense.
Suddenly, the APC slammed to a halt, causing Koutarou to lurch forward slightly, breaking him from his thoughts. As much as he liked to keep a cool outside, Koutarou always felt nervous before each time he'd have to encounter a ghoul, and his fight with the Eye-patch had left him doubting himself ever since... He still wondered why the ghoul had let him live... he said 'I don't want to kill anyone...' or something along the lines of that, as if he had never done it... but the odds of a ghoul never killing were slim to none... so... what the hell was with him?
A slight static buzzed in Amon's right ear, then a gruff, commanding voice spoke through it, "Alright, everyone pour out!" It was investigator Marude, a man who had rose among the ranks in the CCG, he once led Kureo Mado in the 20th ward, and even mentored Arima Kishou the death god of the CCG. That nickname had actually been given to Arima by ghouls, they would tell stories of him, that he wasn't human, nor ghoul, but something more than either... that simply wasn't the case... Arima's strength wasn't that he was something supernatural but rather... he didn't care, he just fights, whether he lives, dies, or gets hurt is not a concern to him. That, in Koutarou Amon's opinion, is what made him so dangerous.
His group piled out of the APC, thick armor clanging with every step, which was only echoed as hundreds more investigators did the same. Amon always hated the armor it didn't help any, in fact it only got in the way, he always wondered why the CCG bothered Amon had never completely seen supposed ghoul hideout before hand, he didn't care to, a ghoul den was a ghoul den, nothing more, nothing less. Still, the sheer size of the string complex's almost made him tremble, as search lights traced it's figure, hoping to catch glimpses of ghouls hiding in the dark, windowless rooms. It was definitely more than enough to fit a battalion of ghouls in it, it was terrifying, nerve-racking, and exciting all at the same time.
"Firing squad, get into position!" Marude yelled over the headsets, as almost before he finished the first word, said squad moved to the front of the army of CCG agents and found cover behind concrete flower bed's, the contents of which had wilted, and set their weaponry in an aiming position over the beds. Amon had once asked why, if guns had almost no effect on ghouls, that the CCG even bothered with guns. Commander Marude had told him that because, not long after the invention of the quinque, Human's had learned to form Kagune material into bullets, these were called Q-bullets(Quinque bullets) and they were exclusive to Counter Ghoul organization's world wide.
Then, as the men lined up, battle ready, a small flash was from higher in the building, then disappeared and was met with a sharp, violent intake of air, and a rifleman falling down, a gaping hole in his head. Marude saw this, then, less than pleased, he angrily yelled into the mic, "RIOT SHIELDS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?", prompting the shielding division to move up and cover the firing squads.
A rough hand fell onto Amon's shoulder, making him rock slight under it's strength. He knew that hand well, it was investigator Shinohara's hand, his strength was a testament to his nickname; 'The indomitable Shinohara'.
"Hey, Amon..." He said, pointing over to the building where the shot came from. "They're using fire arms... That's a new one, huh?" He asked, almost as if he were impressed with them, it made Amon sick, Monsters using human weapons... disgusting... Amon thought as a sharp static rang in his ears once again. "Here they come, Fire!"
And, as if ordered by Marude, ghouls by the hundred appeared in the window's all with guns aimed on their human pursuers.
A single cloaked figure was running down the hallway of one of the many abandoned apartment buildings, frantically breathing behind his smiling demon mask. Guns had gone off and now people were dying, he didn't necessarily have a problem with that, but he didn't want to join them. Nishiki, for once, was finally alone, away from any other Aogiri members and good lord was he thankful for that... He hated this fucking organization, but what choice did he have than to join them? It was that or be killed... or worse... They threatened to kill her, to kill Kimi...
Nishiki had known Kimi since she joined the university a year ago, and since then they'd been close... well, as close as one could be considering one was ghoul and one was human... Originally Nishiki used Kimi for a cover, to lure people off thinking he was a ghoul. They did things couples would normally do, go eat, go shopping, fuck, all of that... But he never really saw her as anything but a cover until a month or so ago.
After Kaneki had torn a giant ass hole in his stomach, Nishiki dragged himself back to his dorm, careful to avoid other students, teachers, staff, what have you, to recover. He missed more than a few days of class and his stomach wasn't getting any better... he needed to eat, to feed... That's when Kimi walked in on him, clutching his stomach in agonizing pain, dear God did it hurt like a fucker... She was worried about him, wanted to see if he was doing alright. At first he was grateful... grateful that a food source had presented itself so willingly.
Nishiki leapt on her, wasting no time tearing into her shoulder, savoring the warm, sweet meat. However, she didn't scream, she didn't whimper, she didn't even struggle she let him take her, she let him eat... it was a that moment that he decided... the whole thing was wrong... After that , while he did still eat, he ate very little, and he came to realize that if he'd never been beaten by Kaneki he probably would've killed Kimi, that what he owed him, and that's where he was going now, to retrieve Kaneki from Jason, who(hopefully) should be away, helping defend Aogiri from the CCG.
Nishiki looked ahead, eyeing a corner that he need to take, more Aogiri members could appear at anytime and he'd be ready for them. However, just in case they outclassed him, he had an alibi. He was, after all, under Jason's command, and who wanted to defy that Psycho? It's like he couldn't be fucking hurt, he hunts investigators for fucking fun, but in hindsight that was probably a blessing rather than a curse, to be protected(if you were an acceptional underling) by Jason himself. His alibi was that Jason had sent him to tend to Kaneki, and ready him for more torture, and that he should hurry.
As he expected, he saw a maroon clad figure turn the corner, in an equal hurry, they stopped for a moment and got ready to attack, Nishiki, however, was already prepared. The college student leapt thrpugh the air, and released his Kagune, allowing it to break through his cloak and angle at the cloaked figure, who was in the process of releasing their Kagune, but before it even came out, He landed a hard hit with his bikaku onto the opponent sending them flying and knocking their mask off.
Touka and the others had been hauling ass through one of the many buildings that formed the tree's base of operations. It was her, Yomo, Uta, and Shittyama, the others, being Yoshimura, Kaya, Hinami, and Eto, had stayed behind, hoping to use Irimi and Hinami's acceptional hearing to locate Kaneki, wherever he may be, but now she was laying on the concrete floor after being smacked to shit by a bikaku, one that was all too familiar.
She picked herself up off the ground, to find her assailant, his mask slightly lifted up revealing his face... She knew him, it was clear who he was, that curly hair, those glasses, that annoying face, it was Nishiki. That... little bastard... she cursed to herself, He went and joined Aogiri? Well, at least she finally had a reason to kill him.
Before she could do anything, however, Nishiki spoke, without shit in his voice for once, "Kirishima?" he asked, surprised. "You're here for Kaneki, right?" He asked, as he retracted his kagune back into his his tailbone area.
At that moment the others caught up to her, apparently she was leaving them behind fast. The first to speak was Yomo, "Touka, slow down, this is what happens when you hurry." the white haired ghoul reprimanded her.
"He's right, you know..." added Shuu, in his annoyingly forced elegant voice, "Calmato..."
"Fuck you." She replied to the purple-haired man, as Uta appeared finally. She then looked to Nishiki, all pain from the kick forgotten, a new determination in her visible eye. "You asked me if we 'Were here to save Kaneki', Right?" She asked, getting closer, "You know where he is, don't you?"
Nishiki nodded, his own face growing serious now, "Yeah, he's in that dome building over there..." Nishiki, informed pointing to a cylinder building with a domed top. "I was just on my way to there... He should be unguarded, considering all Aogiri's heads had been called out to defend from the CCG, so we can go in and take him..."
Yamori's dress shoes echoed hauntingly through the domed room, every step with a particular glee in it, not so much visual as much audible as he neared Kaneki. The boy's hair, now completely white from pain, now hung limply from his head, bobbing ever so slightly with every silent breath. He'd stopped screaming a while ago, about 3 days, roughly the same time his hair turned completely white. At first Yamori was mad, he'd broken his new toy, but now... he was proud of himself, proud that he had driven the boy mute, that he had been so awful that he couldn't speak, it made him smile... In the past, the brat Yakumo, who he used to be could never do something like this...
His last foot step echoed violently, as he slammed his foot down, hoping to have Kaneki raise his head... he didn't, but Yamori could care less, so he decided to talk. "Mr. Kaneki... The CCG has begun to move in on this place, we can hold out, but probably not for long..." He paused, almost reluctantly, like he didn't want to stop, then spoke again, "Which means our time together has come to an end..." Yamori cracked his index finger, trying to make a more impactful feeling in the room... Kaneki remained silent.
"Now... I'm going to devour you, KA-NE-KI!" He now, feverishly coed, "Let me take all of you!"
His sudden craze was interrupted by a soft, feminine giggle and he watched, staring in wonder as the broken, tortured boy, morphed into a purple haired, attractive young woman, who wore a white dress, letting her bra slip just over the low collar. Yamori knew this woman, he was sent to capture her before... she took something from him... something that he loved, his favorite toy in fact, God he hated her, he hated her immensely, how dare she take from him... He takes from others.
As her giggling stopped she spoke, a smug grin on her face, "You really are an inconsequential man, aren't you?" She teased, as she then morphed back into the white haired boy. At first Yamori was mad, oh so mad, she teased him even in death? But then he realized... only two people ever made him feel this way... That investigator... Rize... and by extension... Kaneki..." His frown turned into an open mouth smile as he let out a few breathy laughs, "Kanekiiiiiiii, you really are amaaaaaaazzzzzinnnnngggggggg!" HE complemented, as his two rinkaku shot out from his lower back. They were like pine cones, but more noodle like, having red tips on the end of an otherwise neon blue body. They angled themselves then, ready to tear into Kaneki... They would have ripped him too shreds too, if Kaneki had not retaliated...
The sounds of breaking chains echoed through the air and then, almost too fast too see, Kaneki leapt over Jason's head, landing on his upper back and swinging part of the broken chain over his head and onto Jason's meaty neck. His torturer had neglected to regularly administer that suppressant... and now he was going to pay dearly for it. Kaneki pulled back, making the metal dig into Jason's neck, choking him due to Kaneki's returning strength. The now white haired ghoul leaned down to the mans ear and said, almost hauntingly, "I'm going to make you scream."
Jason, now angry at being so embarrassed, used his weight to throw Kaneki over his head, relieving himself of pain and letting his throat pass air. He watched as Kaneki effortlessly land on his feet and then, casually whip a red stain from his pale lips. Yamori then, felt a sharp, itching pain on his temple, then a thick liquid roll down it... he moved a finger to the source and found a crater of wet flesh. "You... bit me..." He said, almost in disbelief... He felt how he felt when he was being tortured, small, naked, helpless. No, he refused to be that again, he refused to be Yakumo.
"Disgusting..." Kaneki commented, "You taste like rotting fish entrails on the verge of spilling..." Yamor was angry now, he was being taunted... He hated being looked down upon, that's why he became strong, that's why he tortured others, to prove he was no longer weak... and now this... this... wimp was making a fool of him, No, he refused to accept it as a reality, he would kill him, then desecrate his corpse and then eat him.
Kaneki jumped as Jason shot his appendages at him again, causing him to twist in the air around them and then, to follow it up, Kaneki tried to land a kick, which jason caught. The man twisted his hand on Kaneki's leg, digging his fingers in and holding tightly. "I'm not letting go!" he yelled, confident in beating Kaneki now. The, almost as if it were his original intention, Kaneki twisted his body around, causing the captured leg to twist, making the skin and meat tare open and used the knee of his free leg to smack Yamori in his temple and send him flying.
Yamori wasted no time picking himself up, he looked over to Kaneki, blood dripping from his head furiously now... "You were so weak before... How are you so strong now!?" he demanded an answer. Kaneki simply looked down, watched as his mangled leg fixed it self and then lazily swung it twice, making sure he could move it correctly, then looked back up at him. "It's simple...I've always been this strong... I was so afraid of getting hurt that I was easy to beat... now... I can fight because... I don't feel a fucking thing anymore..."
Jason, upon being told Kaneki's new found ferocity was his doing(more implied), Began screaming in anger as a new shape over too his back and the right side of his Torso. "I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you..!" He chanted, mindlessly as the substance pulled back the corners of his mouth and covered his now darkening eye's. Then a loud slam, and a big, meaty arm laid out, in front of Jason, much bigger than his own... It was connected to jason... like a suit of armor and only served to make him bigger.
Kaneki almost scoffed... all it would do is provide a slight cushion for his blows.
Eto stood next her father watching the CCG overtake the ghouls after a certain, quite young, member had ran a motorcycle through an open window and cleared the room of ghouls, she had rapped herself in bandages and now wore a purple dress that was tight around the midriff, with the skirt being tattered at the ends and slightly protruding outward. Hinami and Irimi were in the back, listening for any signs of Kaneki...
She broke the silence, looking towards her father, "So, who's going to be the Owl this time?" She asked, already knowing the answer to the question... If at all possible, Her father always played the Owl, even though it was actually she who bore the name... sometime ago, when she ran away, after she'd attack CCG headquarters in the 20th ward, her father lost his arms to a certain investigator going by the name of Kishou Arima. She herself had never encountered the man, though he was feared, and, had she still been rampaging after that incident, she most certainly would have, but now she could care less...
"I am..." Yoshimura replied, as his sclera darkened and his pupil grew red, "I'll give you time to go search for Kaneki and draw the attention of the CCG away from you... don't cause a ruckus in there, or the illusion we've maintained for the last 10 years will shatter..." He warned, looking over to her.
Eto nodded once and then replied, "I know, I know, this isn't the first time we've had to do that, you know..." She replied, not her usual cheery self... certainly Kaneki's abduction had affected them all, but Eto never acted quite so... mild before... It was concerning.
"Eto..." he began, looking at her with kind eye's(as kind as one could be when your eye's were that black) "We will rescue Kaneki, you don't think I've taken notice but I have... I may be old... by I can smell you on him..."
Eto said nothing, she simply kept her eye's on the cluster of complex's watching the Investigators march in, looking for ghouls. "Well," She sighed, sounding a little more upbeat, "I guess I should start searching. myself, huh?"
Kaneki leapt away as Jason rushed him, swinging that thick meaty appendage of his. Kaneki noticed right away he was losing his cool, he didn't plan his attaxks he simply swung his arm, thinking that he could hit Kaneki with it, having Kaneki prove him wrong each time as he either jumped, ducked, or slid under it. Still, though, he could tell it was not something he wanted to run into, he had an idea of what it could do and, while pain was a simple numbness to him now, it would do something. In hindsight maybe there was somewhat of a disadvantage to not being able to feel pain, pain is your friend, it tells you when your limits are being reached and when you should give up... However, Kaneki didn't want to retreat, he just wanted to make Jason suffer.
He bound over another clumsy swing and landed, crouch position, in front of the physically imposing ghoul, then roughly, shoved his fist onto the mans stomach, making sweat beads fly off, some smacking Kaneki in the face, causing the ghoul to stall slightly. Still, it wasn't quite enough to knock him back, as he, not a second later, peirced Kaneki through the abdomen and then, like some major league pitcher, threw him against the wall. Kaneki was like a black and white blur as he sped towards the thick concrete and pierced it, causing a slight crater... It was all so... funny... to the half-ghoul. He wasted no time getting up and somewhat lazily walked out of the whole, a sick grin on his face.
Jason had a shit eating grin on his mouth, it was the only part of his face visible at the moment, however, when he heard the chains rattle, and saw Kaneki calmly walk out of the hole in the wall his blood began to boil. He was being mocked, he was being looked down upon, he was being called weak. How dare they? How dare Kaneki taunt him, he make him suffer even more now.
Kaneki looked up at him, eyes slightly widened and his mouth in a thin smile as he tilted his head, causing his snow white hair to bob. "That was it?" he asked as he brought his right had up close to his face, "Let me show you how to really hurt someone..." Then, subconsciously really, he pressed his thumb down on his index finger, sending a sharp crack through the air and from his back, pushing his black top up, rocketed out his Kagune which then, like a cobra ready to strike, angled itself towards Jason.
The bigger ghoul let out a sharp, angry, labored grunt as he thrust his arm towards Kaneki, who was slightly surprised to see it extend as if it were a scene from a 3-D movie. However, the ghoul ducked under it and used the time it took for it to recoil to get to Jason. The blond ghoul was defenseless as Kaneki closed in, his kagune almost salvating to tare into Jason... and tare in it did.
The big ghoul let out an agonizing wail as Kaneki pierced him through, lifted him up in the air and slammed him down on the concrete. Then, Kaneki began to run, dragging Jason behind him, kicking up clouds of dust as he dragged the built ghoul around, who was struggling to stop his body from being scraped against the floor. Then, the hybrid abruptly stopped, slamming his feet down hard on the tiled floor and removed his appendages from Jason, letting momentum do the rest.
The big ghoul tumbled forward, his body like a rag doll against the floor bouncing up and down, until sometime during his tumbling his feet hit solid ground and he used the resistance to push himself back towards his once weak victim. "GAAAAANEEEEGIIIIII!" He slurred, his vision and mind clouded by a primal rage which focused on one thing... revenge.
This time, instead of dodging, Kaneki decided to take the attack on at full force with his own Kagune, he met Jason half way and pushed against the giant arm. The force between the two canceled each other out, Kaneki noticed this and decided on a new tactic. He lowered himself under the arm, letting it fly over him and then placed himself closer to the center and, with great force pushed up on the arm.
A sharp cracking sound was heard as the arm began to bend, then, for the final push, Kaneki tore right through the arm, causing it to fly like a noodle flung by a toddler who didn't know any better... and then, with as much strength as he could, Kaneki came down upon Jason, using the weight of his Kagune to floor him.
When the dust settled, and the air had quieted down, Kaneki found himself sitting on the center of Jason's back... Now he was in control... an he would make his tormentor suffer dearly. He could feel the ghoul shaking underneath him... shaking in fear... like a scared child or a cat who had been spooked by a thunderclap. "You know, Jason..." he began, as he cracked his fingers, causing Jason to jolt slightly at the sound, "I imagined ever so vividly what I'd do to you... I'd kill you, desecrate your remains, and then string you up by your entrails from a stop sign... that's what I wanted... but... I can't... What you told me about your mother, how she was killed... I feel a similar way, so killing you would in a way be like killing me..." Kaneki explained, calmly, like he was explaining a math problem to Hide, "Besides if I kill you just for hurting me... then I'm no better than you are..."
Kaneki could have sworn he felt Jason relax under him... and that pissed him off. You think you're out of it? No, you will still be in pain, you will still suffer. The hybrid then roughly grabbed Jason's square jaw and jerked his head towards him, prompting the once dominant ghoul to whimper like a dog. "But I wasn't lying when I said I was going to make you scream..."
Then, roughly, mercilessly, Kaneki stuck his upper right Kagune into Jason's right wrist, prompting a scream from him. It was a loud, deafening scream, one that made Kaneki want to laugh in joy, but he wouldn't... that would make him mortal to Jason... and right now, to Jason, Kaneki was God, and a vengeful, angry God at that... And Jason had committed the worst of sins. Kaneki repeated this motion, using his upper left tentacle to pierce his left wrist and vice versa on the ghouls tendons... he let out that wonderful scream each time... the one that made Kaneki feel so great.
Kaneki then cracked his fingers once more, and asked a question, calmly, robotically. "What's 1000 - 7?" He felt Yamori jerk slightly in anger, and in response, Kaneki began twisting his Tentacles agonizingly on the inside of Jason's wounds, agitating the raw meat that rested with in... What he saw next made him grin so big... Yamori was... was crying... The sight was almost like a new high for Kaneki, seeing the water trails down his face, his pathetic whimpers of a trapped animal, his body jittering under him in horror... It was perfect, this is what Jason deserved, this is what Kaneki was going to deliver... He wasn't God... in this moment... he was the world and Jason was Atlas, the titan from greek mythology who was sentenced to holding the world on his shoulders as punishment.
Jason answered his question between sobs, "993... 986... 979..." Jason Carried on like this as Kaneki smacked his hand against his head twice, lossening up the resting centipede, who Kaneki had just now noticed was violently biting in his ear, trying to make him stop his sporadic movements. Then, as if picking out earwax, He grabbed the centipede by the tail and ripped it out, letting it dangle between his fingers... Blood now seeped from his ear as he lowered himself over Jason, bringing his Mouth close to his Kagune.
"You tried to eat me..." Kaneki told him, still twisting his tentacles, while Yamori continued his count, "So... you have no right to complain... if I eat you, right?" Then without any further words he bit into Jason's Kagune.
Shit, awww it's gross, I want to vomit, this is hell, dammit, I need it though, nothing tastes worse, it's hell... it's pure hell..., horrible, chomp, chew, chomp, chew, chomp, chew, chomp, chew, chomp, chew, chomp chew. And then with that, Kaneki swallowed, throwing his head back, eye's closed, as blood trickled from his mouth. Ghouls tasted worse than human food, but he needed to do this, he felt a primal need to do it, or else he couldn't get strong, that's what his instincts were telling him. Then, he looked back down, starring at the now pouring wound... apparently, during his bite, Yamori had been screaming, but he stopped now... and Kaneki found himself eating again.
Now, after he ate Yamori's kagune he was leaving, heading to find Touka's older brother, to give him the same treatment? Why? He didn't do Kaneki any harm, but it wasn't that, he caused one of his friends pain, and anyone who would hurt them would be punished. All the while he heard Yamori babbling even as he left, incoherent, nonsensical things. "I am... jay- no... I am... I am Yamo- no... I am Jamori? Yason? No, no no..." He was mumbling, Kaneki didn't have time for it... he needed to get going and... as he closed the door, Jason said one final thing, "I- I am... Yakumo..."