Akira Mado was not, in fact, having a good morning.
Actually, it wasn't that she was having a bad morning, per say. It was more or less a bit infuriating. A ghoul showing up so close to the CCG, just in the next ward over, but given at least a SS rate right off the bat, maybe even a SSS rate. It was a ballsy move on the ghoul's part. But all that made out to be was alot of paperwork and a massive headache.
What Akira found about that particular ghoul was that, for starters, plain sadistic. The nutcracker had been bad as far as torturing her victims-but at least she hadn't have used her blood to write down her victim's graphic death in great detail. Another thing that piqued her interest in that particular ghoul was that she didn't eat her victims; she left their bodies to be found in the morning in some dark alleyway.
Of course, yet another thing added to her frustrations and anxieties was about Sasaki Haise. She had personally read those doctor's reports. Remembering enough to probably be coherent of his true self, and just enough to raise eyebrows.
That's exactly why she had gone to Washuu's apartment that night. She wanted-no-needed answers. She wasn't too keen on killing a man she had gotten to know in those three short years that she had worked with him, even if he was a ghoul-half of one at that. Her father would have said differently, and the CCG's reports on his ghoul activities contradicted the man she knew, she wanted a personal opinion; and from someone who had known him best-when he was Ken Kaneki, a college student attending Kamii university.
That was yet another thing that puzzled Akira. She had read his public file, the missing person's report. Ken Kaneki was a walking example of a class A citizen. He even had black hair, not the other pallor which could be compared to snow. But Akira had also heard of Dr. Kanou's experiments, and how he had worked for Aogiri. Still did, she reminded herself.
"Good morning, Akira," she heard a masculine tone emanate from behind her where she was at in her desk. Turning around, she caught sight of Sasaki. Good God, She thought to herself whilst returning his greeting, They really do look similar. She had seen many pictures of Ken Kaneki while going through his ghoul and public file. She had seen him while he had been during his innocent college boy days, then as he metamorphosed into that white haired monster that was known as Centipede. But she hadn't personally known him god dammit! She had to find Washuu. And were they going to have a nice long chat.
"As soon as Na- Washuu gets here, I'll debrief you both on the ghoul," Akira said, cursing herself for stuttering. "But since you're already here, I may as well give you that paperwork I mentioned," She added with a smirk. Sasaki didn't even flinch, which was peculiar since he would've at least joked about her killing him with all of the paperwork she was giving him. He stayed silent and accepted the work with a nod, his posture uncomfortable. This wasn't like him. Every nerve was screaming for her to pull the alarm and finally erase him. But her gentle side was getting the best of her at the moment.
"Ah, sorry I'm late, Rank 1 Akira, Rank 1 Sasaki," Akira heard the voice of Washuu crawl closer to the both of them. "Did I miss anything?" His voice had seemed to lose its harshness and was replaced with a small warmth, which surprised Akira the most.
"No, actually, we were waiting for you so I can debrief the both of you two…" Akira started out smugly then trailed off when she caught sight of Washuu. For starters, his hair was something to not particularly be desired for someone of his status. It was choppy, like he had cut it on a whim with a pair of kitchen scissors. It reached just a bit further than his chin, framing his face*. Not as long as his ponytail, but it still could be put up in a minute one.
His face is what brought out that rare maternal instinct which she had buried ever since Takizawa, whom she had looked down on, but in more of a teasing sisterly way. He had dark circles that showed up, but just barely with his slightly tan complexion, which looked more like when you added cream to chai tea.
"Alright, Rank 1 Washuu," Akira began, holding out his paperwork, "Here's your work, and I will need a report as well as this completed by tomorrow, same for you Sasaki," She was careful to use the formalities with Washuu, as she remembered him harshly correcting her when not using his rank.
"Alright, as far as this ghoul goes," Akira began, debriefing the two investigators, "She is known best for working with The Storyteller, the ghoul we are investigating next. She is best known by her alias of 'The Bird**' and savagely killing her victims, going as far as dismembering them. She has also aided The Storyteller several times, also there being a rumor of them being related. The both of them were given a SS rating." The two nodded.
"Alright," Akira said. "You two better head out for Cochlea, you have a long drive ahead of you…"
The drive up to Cochlea was probably the most tense thing that Hide had sat through in his life. And he had sat through heated debates between his father and grandfather, which were no picnic in the first place.
Kaneki had sat tight lipped through the entire drive, only giving Hide quick glances and nothing more. Sure there was some distance between the two, but really this needed to be solved. And Hide had no way of doing that at the moment without digging himself a little deeper and widening the crack between the two.
Kaneki must've felt his uneasiness as well. But if he had then he said nothing of it. Hide put the car into park and opened his door, ready to get out of there.
Getting through security was partially a bitch, but Hide and Kaneki had made it. Going down the stomach dropping ride to the third floor should have given Hide some time to think, but in all honesty, he preferred to listen to the awkward silence rather than think that much.
Sitting in her chamber, the ghoul awaited patiently for interrogation.
Only give a little bit but give enough to stay alive until they rescue me she thought. Ayato probably forgot about me… it's been 3 months.
Looking up hearing the muffled noise of the door open and close, she saw two investigators, older than she was of course. The taller of the two*** had two toned hair, black and white; while the other had dark brown hair and darker creamier skin.
"Well, well, well," She said with a sneer. "They keep sending in younger and younger investigators each time." She smirked.
"Just because you both are cute doesn't mean that I will tell you anything about Aogiri. Those idiots from before already asked." The shorter one glared at her while the two-toned haired one took a seat. The taller one sighed and motioned for the shorter one to sit down.
"Listen, we aren't here to ask about Aogiri," The shorty said blandly. "We're here to ask more about The Storyteller, your rumored sister." The brunette leaned in closer to the glass. "And you might not want to withhold information, Tori Akashi, You're not prolonging your lifespan here, you know."
"Oh, so you're resorting to threatening me," Tori said bitterly. Tori gave another glance to the other investigator.
"Alright I'll talk," She said coyly. "If, I can ask you both a few questions myself. Nothing of the investigation, I promise." The brunette sighed in annoyance, then muttered something in what sounded like spanish****.
"Okay, ask your questions. You get five." He said, exasperation lacing his words. Ooh this was going to be fun.
"Alright, what are your names?" Tori drawled. "You clearly know what mine is."
"I'm Hideyoshi Washuu," The brunette said. A Washuu! Well then, better not push his buttons too much today.
"My name is Haise Sasaki." The other investigator said. I sighed then said: "Listen, I only had two questions to ask; your names, and this one is mostly directed to Sasaki." Tori gathered her memories to make sure her facts were straight.
"You're not really Haise Sasaki. You actually are Ken Kaneki, also known as Centipede and Eyepatch. You were all that Eto talked about," Tori said, hoping to get a reaction out of the guy. They said he'd gone amnesiac.
"Ehe… I have no idea who or what you're talking about," Sasaki replied, reaching his hand up to scratch his chin. Either this guy had some bad amnesia, was a really good actor, or he was just that ignorant.
"Okay, my mistake," Tori said, playing his answer off. "So what do you two idiots want to know?" Hideyoshi glared at her, and then spoke.
"Who exactly is the Storyteller ghoul?" he asked.
"Oops, sorry, that's confidential. Prisoner's Dilemma, ever hear of it? Either you rat out on your buddy, your buddy rats out on you, or neither say anything. I'm not a traitor." Tori replied with a sharp tongue.
"But, I can tell you where she most likely will be," She said.
"We already know, she's in the closer wards, the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and maybe 1st." Hideyoshi said.
"Actually, her being in the next ward over bullshit, she doesn't lurk around there. In all reality, she likes to go to the 16th, 14th, 20th, and occasionally the 11th ward," Tori said studying the two investigators who were both writing down every word she had said. Sorry, Sis, Tori thought, But I gotta live too. No skin off my ass about it.
A/N Omg I got it up guys! Sorry for such the long wait, but procrastinating will be the eventual death of me... ehe =w=
*Not so much his post-aogiri haircut
**Such creativeness with my naming, I know
***I have this headcannon that Sasaki is actually taller than hide post time-skip n stuff
****His mother was latino, I think he would've picked up on just a bit of spanish, maybe become fluent enough to speak and understand it, idk, it's crazy, I know