When he began walking towards them, the ground shaking every time he stepped, Kaneki noticed how carelessly he drug the tool behind him. It wasn't a lack of strength that caused it but rather... a childish stupor, like a toddler dragging a toy. And then, when the giant was only a few feet away he spoke. "Nice chu meetch you..." In a slurred, innocent voice.
It was funny, comparing what was actually behind the now opened giant doorway to what he had referenced. The lions and various other beasts that were put on display to kill or be killed, the giant, Taro, was more like a gladiator than anything. With that red, silk mask that covered his face, save for the two eye-holes which were lazily cut out, the leather straps that covered his broad chest, and the baggy pants that adorned his legs, he looked like a mid evil hero somewhat. However his mental capacities were severley lacking. Kaneki wondered if that was the drawback of whatever drug Kanou may or may not have administered in the process of transforming whoever Taro used to be into what he is now.
Suddenly, quite suddenly, taro brought his giant cleaver down. Tearing through, easily(which was testament to his strength), the muscle and bone of the portly man closest to him, ripping his arm off completely.
The recently severed arm, now spurting blood, fell with a sickening thud the floor, twitching slightly as the nerves reacted one last time before they died. The large man, had been completely silent the entire time, however looking on with wide eye's as Taro severed his arm. The man then swiveled his head, finding immediately the entire reason that he was here in the first place.
His eye's caught with a man, who was the stereotypical "hunk" in every sense of the word. The man was leaning slightly over the balcony, head resting on the palm of his hands and tilted slightly to the side. The "hunk" held a smug grin on his face which was complemented by the sadistic look in his eye's, despite them being half-lidded and blood red.
The portly man, the one who had lost his arm, then began speaking accusingly at the man. "You... You lied to me..." He said almost in disbelief. "You said you loved me... that you wanted me..."
The ghoul laughed at him then, picking himself up off the balcony edge, and using his arms to steady himself. "The only thing I lied about was being homosexual. I do want you. Just not... well... just not in that sense." He then licked his lips and smiled, salivating. "Maybe just take solace in the fact that you can finally be inside me, huh?"
The large man, was red now, surprising considering the amount of blood he was losing... even more surprising that he wasn't feeling it... or maybe he just didn't care. "You fucking... You fucking bastard!"
At least he got one last say in. Kaneki thought, just as the cleaver came down and tore through the neck fat, bone, then neck fat once more, lobbing his head off straight to the man he was telling at, who caught it with excellent precision and then admired it as if it were some sort of trophy. "Poor Poor Tamaishi..." he said more to himself than anyone, "I wonder how your wife and kids will react when you don't come home tonight." he paused. "But I do suppose you'd rather this than them find out you like dick, huh?"
Taro then sat, not bothering to even carefully rest himself, just letting himself drop like an anvil unto the floor. The genetically altered butcher then began to quickly, but precisely, dismember the rest of the mans corpse, tossing it to the crowd in various locations, granting cheers from them, and they began chanting his name, "Taro, Taro, Taro!" Spurring him on, encouraging him to kill more.
The older woman, was now completely red, being as close to the man as she was when his arm was lobbed off. She didn't scream when the blood covered her, she didn't throw up, she simply looked on in horror as the man was murdered. Kaneki couldn't blame her, it's not like he did anything different when Ryuko was murdered did he? Besides that she was old, she had grown up in a time when women were expected to do house work and be protected, clearly, clearly she didn't expect this, it was obvious she couldn't believe her eye's.
The woman then began to back away, shrinking with every step she took and eventually found herself behind Kaneki, who besides a slight gawking look on his face, remained unfazed by the whole ordeal.
Finally, when he was finished, Taro stood up, blood covering his bare chest, as well as drenching his cleaver. "He was Thick." Taro commented swinging the blade once, doing his best to remove the fresh blood. Then he looked straight at Kaneki, "I shuppose you're Necht."
The giant then began to examine his tool, looking at the handle. "Momma told me that this toy was special..." He explained to Kaneki, whether he was listening or not, "That this toy has some kind of special achtions." Then Taro found what he was looking for, it was a big, red dot on the handle . "Thish musch be it..." And with that he pressed it, and almost instantly, it began to change. The edge of the blade began to glow a familiar red and the blade became serrated into many parts. The red was a familiar glow, with many lines of luminescent light red in it that almost seemed alive. Of course it didn't take long for Kaneki to remember that glow, that pattern, the almost living pulsing glow. However she had managed it he didn't know, but it was apparent that Madam A got her hands on a quinque.
Then, violently, Taro swung his overly muscled arm and for a split second Kaneki wanted to laugh, he wanted to because Taro was quiet the distance away and looked like a spastic. He would have, but the blade was more than it appeared to be. Quickly, like a whip lined with blades that could cut ghoul flesh, the cleaver extended, covering the distance between the two in a swinging motion speed towards Kaneki.
Kaneki, in response, instead of expertly dodging the whip like he should have, purposely ducked, like a human would. He felt the air that the blade cut through rush past his hair, making it dance a small dance in the aftermath for just a second before the whip finally rested lazily on the floor. However it wasn't long before he felt that warm, rushing, familiar feeling wash over his back, feeling it become damp and hot.
Looking back Kaneki saw that the woman who had began cowering behind him had been sliced in half, her bottom half resting gently on the floor, and her top half holding that terrified expression as when the portly man had been killed. Then the crowd began cheering, delighted that their next meal had so quickly been prepared.
Taro, instead of going after the half-ghoul, then began to dismember the two halves of the woman, taking his time like a child would a toy or a puzzle. All the while Kaneki was deaf due to the chants of "TARO! TARO! TARO!" and "Toss that over here, Taro!" And for a second, Kaneki was hopeful, oddly enough. It was odd, to hear ghouls chanting for a human, as if he were some sort of athlete in whatever sporting event that they love... maybe Kaneki was just losing his mind. After all, while they were chanting for him, they where still chanting for the fact that he was slaughtering other humans.
Then he heard a rather distinct voice cheering. It wasn't familiar, but it was a distinct cheer, "That's my Taro!" it yelled, "Make Momma proud!"
Now, a light shown on her illuminating her as she stood triumphantly. Then, suddenly, Tsukiyama returned. "Madam A everyone! What a wonderful donation to the restaurant!" That, as Kaneki took it, was his cue.
The half ghoul then leaped towards Taro, planning to use the giants shoulders as a booster to get into the rafter. However, as he made contact with the skin a hand quickly wrapped around his ankle and slammed him into the tiled floor, breaking some of said tiles in the process.
Kaneki felt his breath leave his lungs completely, rocketing out of his mouth, along with some blood. Kaneki was in a sort of awe as he looked up at Taro, who had then retracted the blades back into a single form and had raised it over his head in a quick succession, ready to cut him through completely.
Quickly, Kaneki pushed himself out of the way, once again narrowly missing it's bite, and rolled to the right.
Tsukiyama tensed up when Kaneki was slammed to the ground. The gourmet wasn't wanting to save his life, quite the opposite actually, he just didn't want anyone else to do it. He wanted to taste Kaneki and he wanted to do it before they found Eto, if at all possible, because without her around, he had nothing to worry about in plotting to eat the Half-ghoul. However, he would be damned before he allowed anyone else to eat from Kaneki. He had to get this act done with and quick.
He looked to a young man to his far left and snapped, signaling the young man to commence the "plan B" that Tsukiyama had, on his own, devised. The young man's name name was Kanae von Rosewald, he was actually a German, rather than a Japanese. When he was younger, his family had been exterminated by the Germany's own version of the CCG, and he was sent here, where he would become a servant to Tsukiyama's own family.
Tsukiyama, after initiating his own plan, then began towards Madam A, while alerting Kaneki.
"Ken! You can deal with the scraper, I'll catch Madam A for you!" He informed, now sprinting between his fellow ghouls heading towards the target of tonights event. At the same time, unbeknownst to the know baffled, confused, and agitated crowd, Kanae and Matsume, Tsukiyama's caretaker when he was a child, where busy getting rid of the select people that Tsukiyama wanted gone, that part wasn't a lie.
Ok, I know this chapter is REALLYYYYYY short, and I could add more to it to keep it longer, which I WANT to do, but I can't. For two reasons, actually. With school starting up monday (For myself at least) I have to get ready for that, get my shit together and prepare for the never ending migraine that is every and anything that relates to math. And second, I wan't to take a break for a little while, because, while I do enjoy it, this story has been ruling my life ever since I've started it. It has been a good ruling though, like a kind king, but the break is also for the benefit of the story, I do not want to get burn out on writing this story. I am bad about that, my writing suffers if I do it for to much at a time, which is partly why I don't release chapters more often than I do. Don't worry though, The break should be at most Two weeks and then I'll have a brand new, well written chapter for all of you. Until then.