Ken hadn't needed to be told twice that his attention should be subjected upon Taro. The moment that his body hit and broke the tiled floor, due to the giants strength, Kaneki had decided that he was to be taken down before Madam A could be subdued. Though, the scrapper made it clear that, that was going to be easier said than done.

Kaneki had to admit, Madam A must have trained the butcher well, he was standing there in front of the white haired-ghoul still as a statue, not even bothering to make the slightest unnecessary shake.

Taro himself wasn't necessarily an issue to the boy, though. He was strong sure, but Kaneki was confident that he could take him down with ease... But that quinque changed the game completely. Apart from being a weapon useful in both long range and short range combat, it could also slice Ken like he was water. He couldn't simply brute force it this time, he'd have to rely on his intellect. But, he'd also have to let Taro make the first move.

The gourmet smiled to himself in glee as he rushed past his fellow members, dizzying some and confusing the others, heading for Madam A. Tsukiyama was lucky Madam A was the target tonight. The title "Madam" is more than just that, it is a rank of sorts, similar to a duke, or a king... no, not a king, A queen is a more accurate example. And, just like with queens, there is a limit to there is a power struggle among them.

But, through, all the years of quiet fighting for the right to be queen of the hill, a certain Madam remained at the top; Big Madam. She was said to, while not having the best, have the most dangerous scrappers in the restaurant... well, the older restaurant. Though, there was a certain boy, one of her scrappers that was quite popular among the members. He was scrawny, childish, and could be easily mistaken for a girl, but despite all of that, he was cheered... for his ability to put on a show whilst serving up the meat.

He would chase his prey down like a pack of wolves, taking in small, but vital hit's, slowing the meal down everytime until finally it would give into the pain and accept it's fate. The gourmet found it a pleasure to watch, the boy was clearly well-versed in the art of dismantling the human body and even more-so in taking it down. However, it was during one of the boy's nights that the restaurant was raided by the CCG. The old one that is...

Neither the boy, nor Big Madam made another appearance after that night, not at the restaurant at least. Every now and again Tsukiyama would see the giantess of a woman(some even think she is a man) at auctions, but only auctions that peaked her curiosity the most.

However, this was not Big Madam, this was Madam A, someone who had never truly experienced the horrors of starvation as many of these ghouls had, at least one point in their life. It was speculated that she didn't even have a Kagune(which was honestly more of a joke than anything else) That's why It annoyed Tsukiyama, when he restrained her, that she didn't even try to fight, nothing she merely screamed.

That scream was exactly what Kaneki needed. The sound of his "Mamma" crying out in fear overwrote his need to kill Kaneki and made him turn his attention towards Tsukiyama.

The ogre of a man, in a furious, maddened state, violently turned away from Kaneki, absent mindedely allowing his arms to swing freely. Then, he began to charge towards the rafter that Madam A was, being further enticed by her kicking and screaming in terror. "MAMMA!" he cried, as he let his overly bulked legs carry him across the room, towards his new priority.

Taro was not the only one restless at the moment however. The audience was, while not quite completely panicked, begging to realize the new danger in the air, and many were beginning to leave.

Taro broke into a full sprint now, screaming like a crazed man ready to fight to the death for his food... or a ghoul... The giant then smashed his finger unto the button that was situated to the bottom of the grip, once again turning the blade into many different ones and giving them the power to cut through ghoul flesh. Kaneki frowned, Taro's intentions weren't a secret, he intended to kill Tsukiyama in order to save Madam A.

Damn.

Kaneki took of after him, not bothering to hide his abilities as a ghoul and, with full force, releasing his brilliant red Kagune out into the open. It was funny, Kaneki hadn't realized it but he hadn't used his Kagune since he last attacked Yakumo, so the feeling was almost foreign to him. It was heavy, awkward, almost uncooperative, not like when he had fought Jason. But then... when was the last time he had trained his body? He'd been neglecting that recently, if anything he'd gotten weaker than when he escaped Aogiri, at least some time before that he was working his body out. The only reason he survived that in hindsight was his own natural strength and adreneline, which was impressive, but if he let himself become to lazy he'd lose that too.

Now's not the time to concern myself with that, I'm still able to cut through human flesh, that's the objective at the moment.

But, Taro was already throwing the many roped together blades forward, bringing his arm forward as if he where throwing a pig skin, forcing the now elongated weapon into a wave like whiping motion that was heading to split Tsukiyama straight down the middle, as well as Madam A.

Tsukiyama didn't mind it however, instead of rushing to escape the sharp fangs that flew at his flesh, the gourmet simply sidestepped, twirling around with Madam A in his hands, a smirk on his face during the entire ordeal. But, Taro's attack was not without it's causalities.

Many ghouls had been killed when the whip stretched over them and came down up their heads, sending quinque steel into their brains.

Kaneki used this opportunity to take the beast down, quickly. He threw his Kagune forward, using his momentum as an extra amount of force in which to impale Taro. Who of which, in an attempt to turn to the smaller ghoul suffered exactly that, going through his rib cage and tearing through his lungs. It was almost heartbreaking to Kaneki, because, despite the scrappers attempt to save his master, and his death, the last words of any sort he heard from her was her berating of his performance.

Of course, now that Taro was dead, killed by his prey, whom of which till now was thought to be human, the ghouls of the restaurant had become wise to what was happening around them and had begun to panic. Of course... Taro murdering the ghouls that had been in front of Tsukiyama more than likely had some effect as well.

"He's a ghoul..?" One shouted from the disheveled crowd, baffled as he watched Kaneki's tentacles curl around his body in a motion similar to a snake. It wasn't as if Kaneki wasn't in control of them, he was doing that on purpose. The half-ghoul, through seeing other ghouls Kagune, had figured that they somewhat resembled, the rinkaku and bikaku at least, snakes. The way Nishiki wrapped his arm around his own leg when they first met, the way Rize's almost danced around her when she was chasing Kaneki down, that gave them the element of intimidation that was so key in battle. And it seemed to be working. Of course, even if they were not intimidated, they would all have to be rid of. These ghouls were wealthy, wealthy enough to put prices on Kaneki's and everyone he cared about's head.

"Taro's dead..." Another murmered as the crowd looked on in a mix of horror and what could possibly be hunger... after all Kaneki had opened up Taro pretty well. Then there was silence. A heacy tension had begun to suffocate the room as Kaneki, with a steely cold gaze looked about the restaurant. He could smell it, somewhere in the rafters, an awful stench, many actually, no doubt the others had smelt it as well... but they didn't seemed to be concerned with it at the moment. It was the smell of urine, he'd made someone, or rather a few people, soil themselves. He almost smiled, his intimidation had worked, but now it was time to get to his own main event... It wasn't something he wanted to do, but he couldn't help Eto if he was dead, could he?

The crowd then began rushing, in a mad, chaotic way, trampling over one another, more than likely lowering the amount of effort that Kaneki and Tsukiyama had to do, heading toward the exit's. However it was nothing if not futile.

The crowd ran hard, each of them looking after themselves. The more ambitious of the ghouls were tripping their comrades and peers hoping to get ahead. But get ahead to what? They didn't guess, they couldn't have guessed that the exits were just leading them to a less kind slaughter. Yakumo wasn't happy about it either, having to kill these people. It wasn't that he was squeamish about it, clearly not, but it was the side of himself that he did not wan't to let see the light of day again. However, to pay his dues to Kaneki, for what he had done to him and for rescuing him, he would have to let Yamori have his fun... at least one more time.

So he slipped that mask over his face, the modified hokey mask that he so gleefully wore not but a few months ago. The very same one that would haunt his dreams at night, when had to remember what he did to others, some of whom trusted him... And her face... even then he had wanted to cry when he had finished her off... He didn't make it last too long, he just did what was necesarry. Only those bits that were most resonant in his mind... But he didn't want to think about that now, no, he had a job to do.

Yakumo waited till they were but a few feet away to smash open the door and reveal himself to them. He would put on the whole show, just for them too. The wide eye's that would crack through the darkness in the eye holes in his mask, that predatory way that he stalked towards his victims, his own echoing laughter as he would tap the medical pliers on the palm of his giant hand. Everything before they died.

"My my..." He coed, "It seems I'm in luck tonight..." And then for that night he let Yamori out of his birdcage.

Banjou on the other hand, and his friends, were a different story. They were not to kill anyone, but rather only intimidate them, make them weak in the knees so that Kaneki would be able to get rid of them. There it was again... Kaneki used to be such a nice boy, he was like an animal... Banjou loved animals... That's why it made him so sad when he saw Kaneki now a day's... Always with that sad, yet somewhat hateful look in his eye's, which was masked behind that uncaring face... The only time he was happy was when he was around that author that he cared so much for... but now she was gone. And while he would have to cause death tonight, Banjou knew it was, at least for him, to bring back that smile to Kaneki's face.

Thankfully for the otherwise unimpressive ghoul, his bulk was deceptively effective in halting the members of the club from going any further.

Kurona found herself waiting on the couch of Maiko Abe's home... Wait, no, what is she known as now? That's right, Madam A. But, Madam or not, her home was incredibly tattered. Clothes hung from just about everything, there was empty water bottles scattered about, and it stunk like hell... Still though, she would probably fall asleep here(again) if Maiko didn't show up soon, though that would be fitting honestly after all she was dressed as if she was ready for bed, with her short white shorts and the baggy black shirt(that was actually why she wore what she wore). As useless as she was, apart from testing out Papa's experiments, She still got her cut of the money monthly and "Papa" had plenty of that to give her.

Then the kitchen door opened and in came the newest addition to their family, whether he chose to acknowledge it or not. His name was "Orange" and he was her and Nashiro's "Little brother" just like Ken Kaneki was their "Big Brother". He had a displeased look on his face, which apart from his frown and clear annoyance, was rather soft. His body clearly wasn't as developed(at least superficially) as his age would suggest, but when it came to half ghouls that hardly mattered. "Is she always this late?" He asked as he walked towards the nearest window and looked out towards the Tokyo skyline.

Kurona often found him doing that, whenever there was a window he would look out of it and enjoy the view... Well, Kurona didn't know if he "Enjoy'd" it, but he did stare at it. He only did this at night however, and only when there was something too look at. He also had this habit of tapping his fingers to a certain beat... sometimes the beat would differ but have the same type of feel behind it. When she had asked him about that, when he had first come out of that room about five day's ago, he simply said "I like music..." He was a quiet one, but she was his little brother after all, so she had a right to be curious, didn't she?

"There's really no schedule, only a date each month that she gets her money... But this is the latest that she has been gone, I suppose..." Kurona asked, turning to the blue static of the television, "If she's not back by sunrise we'll tell Papa, her disappearance, if she has, may be linked to Ms. Taguchi's." She then paused and turned back to Orange, "Are you tired?"

"What?" He asked, sounding almost irritated with her, but more so confused.

"I imagine your internal clock would be having a hard time adjusting to late nights, after all your lifestyle before hand probably required that you sleep often." She scooted over and patted the couch, noticing some dust bounce up from it, "Would you like to take a nap? There's no pillows but you could use my lap as a head rest if need be. After all, I am your big sister."

Orange turned away then and looked back out through the window. "No..." She then heard him say to himself "As if university allowed me to sleep..."

Kurowna tilted her head, had she angered him somehow? She, admittedly, had no experience on how to act with others besides Nashiro... well.. there was that girl... and then there was Rei... But they hadn't seen them in a while and she doubted they would cross paths ever again. But, Orange always seemed angry, it wasn't towards Nashiro, Papa, or herself, but someone else... perhaps someone who wronged him in the past... But, she supposed it didn't matter, soon they's all be happy, because they were all family... right?

Morning.

Touka pushed herself out of Eto's bed, finding it incredibly hard to leave. Of course, considering the comfort level of the mattress, blanket, pillow, everything about it, why would anyone sleep anywhere else? But, still she needed to get up, even though she truly didn't want too. especially not if Kaneki was going to be here... She wasn't mad at him, how childish would that be? Getting angry due to rejection, it was just... Touka guessed that it... it hurt. Not being wanted will have that effect, she supposed.

She didn't know what hurt more though honestly, the rejection, or Kaneki acting like it never happened. Of course at first she was grateful that he didn't bring it up, but it was beginning to feel like it was more of a nuisance to him, rather than something that had any meaning. But listen to yourself, how selfish can you be? She kept repeating, if Kaneki wasn't going to be happy with her and cared for Eto that much, who was she to ruin that?

After showering, brushing her teeth, getting ready for the day in general, Touka began her decent down the stairs, expecting to find Kaneki in his guest bed, sleeping after whatever it was he had done last night with Shittyama. Touka was angry at first, when he had left without her, leaving her to worry, but she got over that quickly. After all, he couldn't help it now could he? He recently had this idiotic notion that he had to keep his friends safe... as if they couldn't so on their own.

What she didn't expect to find was a woman, her hair black, almost greasy, her eye's small an beady... she seemed poor... being tied up and thrown on the couch. She was surrounded by Yakumo, Banjou, his group, and of course Kaneki. The latte of which was, much to Touka's concern, covered in dried blood. Though, she chose to ignore that detail.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked, meaning to make the annoyance in her voice more audible, but it was eclipsed by a yawn that eventually took complete control.

Kaneki turned to her, seemingly not noticing the blood that was covering him. Touka couldn't help but notice, though, that the smell wafting from him was not human blood... What exactly happened at that restaurant last night? She wondered, suddenly not caring about the tied up woman in the living room. Touka frowned, she knew what happened. And she knew that Kaneki must have had his reasons for what happened, but it still didn't make it any easier knowing what he was capable of. She, like just about everyone else at Anteiku, hadbegun to wonder if Kaneki would ever be back to normal again.

"I'm sorry, Touka." Kaneki apologized, then shifting his head away from her and back to the tied up woman who was now breathing heavy enough to break her restraints... as if she, being a ghoul, couldn't. It was more of an extra security Touka supposed, maybe it made them more comfortable with the situation, and her more uncomfortable. "I didn't want to bring her to the shop, because of the possibility of someone walking in and hearing or seeing her... you can go back to bed if you like."

Touka nodded, backing away a step, "Yeah, maybe I should." However, it wasn't in the high school students plan to do only that(even though she was tired). She, whether or not she would like them(which she knew she wouldn't) or not, wanted answers about last night. So, as a result, she walked to Banjou, who had during the time that she was talking to Kaneki, moved himself to the kitchen along with his group, to rest.

"Banjou." She almost whispered, comically knocking on the inner wall of the kitchen, as if she were intruding on him.

The bulked mans eye's fluttered for a moment, waking up his sleeping mind to the sound of his name, and then, when he remembered where he was he responded. "Oh, hello, Ms. Touka. I'm sorry, I'll get out of here if you need something, I'm just a little tired... after all it was a long night."

"Actually, Banjou, that's what I wanted to ask you about." She corrected his assumption, entering the kitchen completely.

"Hmm?" He hummed in question. He looked almost concerned about it. Was he worried that she was worried? Was it that bad? Or maybe it was just confusion, so she restated her question in a more simple way.

"I wan't to know what exactly Ken did last night."

Kanou sat in his observation room know, calmly, but excitedly, looking at the surveillance feed, keeping track of a certain group that had found the Yasuhisa mansion, broken the RC flesh wall, and had begun to trek through what, honestly, could be called a madhouse of a building. Though, the group seemed more annoyed than anything at the "obstacles" that they encountered.

The group, small as it was, consisted of five ghouls. A tall man, hair white as snow, and cloak hanging all the way down to his ankles, giving him a glow of power as he walked through the facility. A darker man, who's bulk was clear even through the shirt he wore. His hair was long and hit his upper back and his fu man chu hit his chest as it swayed when he stepped. A small man now, with a white suit, who seemed to be forcibly held close to the bulky man, who was complaining about trust and what not. A woman, one of two, she was small herself, with long green hair that carelessly ran down her back in curls and over her chest as well, she was wearing a purple dress, her legs and arms adorned with bandages that were bound tightly all around her, apart from her face... Kanou had sworn he's seen her somewhere before... And, Finally, leading the group was a familiar face, one the good doctor hadn't seen in a week or so, Taguchi, conforming his suspicions.

Aogiri had taken her, though she seemed unharmed, it appeared she had cracked... Kanou sighed, while he was not quite happy about it, he, at the moment, had no choice but to cooperate with whatever they wanted. They out manned and most likely out skilled Nashiro, Kurona, and Orange, the latter of which Kanou had decided would be kept under wraps from the tree for now, just until he could evaluate their trust.

Kanou had also kept the surgery room off limits, making sure that Aogiri couldn't replicate his work, if they could, then he would be of no use to them. Who knew how many ghouls were surgeons? It would make sense, a ghoul more than likely has a good understanding of the human body, it being their only source of food and all... And it was entirely possible that the Aogiri tree had just a ghoul in their organization.

Kanou chuckled, of course he had no proof of that, he was just being careful. But, in this world, can one ever be too careful? No, unpreparedness led to death, and while the doctor wasn't afraid of death, he wanted to make sure he lived to see fruits of his labor, as would any artist.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, there was a sharp knock at the door, signaling their arrival. The twins who called the man "papa" flinched, but did nothing more. Swiveling around in his chair slowly Kanou turned, a smirk on his face as he looked at the door. "Nashiro, open it."