Okay so this one is kinda of part filler, and a teeny bit of actual plot...

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Lunch rolled around. When I came to the gym and actually played a game since summer, everyone was impressed.

"That's rusty for you? That's me on a good day!" Kenta exclaimed. I shrugged my shoulders.

"There were schools who beat us, you know."

"They were powerhouse schools. I mean Kisaragi was a pretty good school. But not a powerhouse school with tons of talented players."

"Well I haven't played a real game since the beginning of summer." Kokonoe, the captain, stood off to the side. He watched me spike the ball over the net, rally it back and forth, set it to a high arc, and receive it. Kaito was an exceptional setter, a level above my own setting skills. He could point set the ball straight to your hand, point blank. It's like a fast attack, except the spiker jumps first. They jump, and Kaito sends the ball straight to their hand a split second before the downswing. The ball flies to the other side so fast, it might even fly past a professional libero.

The extra members were enjoying the practice match, watching from the side. It was a 4 on 4 match, Kyodaina, Sakamoto, Kenta and I on Team Owl. Kawazoe, Kuroda, Amami, and Kazuo are on Team Wolf. The second stringers thought it was an unfair match. The extraordinary ace, setter, middle blocker, and I on one team, and the rest of the regulars on the other. But to be fair, all the members in the match are all from the first string. Meaning everyone playing is pretty good.

Whump. I wasn't paying enough attention to the ball. As a result, it hit me square in the face.

"Oh my god! Nakamura, I'm so sorry!" I didn't do anything or say anything, I just blinked. Where the ball had hit me, I could feel a slight bruise forming on my face. I probed the surface of my face, feeling a scrape on my cheek and blood dripping from my nose. All the people who had been watching suddenly ran over to make sure I was alright.

Taiki Matsuo had a cotton ball with disinfectant on it. He rubbed the scrape with it, while I tried not to hiss when it burned. I stuffed a tissue in my nose, and hoped the bloody nose would stop before lunch ended. To be honest, the bloody nose will most likely stop in about five minutes, while the scare might take about two minutes.

Benefits of being a half human monster.

Now everyone was standing in a half circle around me, as Matsuo put a band-aid over the scrape.

"Guys, I'm alright. It's just a small scrape and a bloody nose, not a concussion or a broken bone." Sakamoto looked at me.

"Kawazoe spiked a ball into your face...That must've hurt." I shook my head.

"It's throbbing a little, but it doesn't hurt. I'm not dizzy, either" Kenta scratched his head.

"Last year during a match, a person from the other team caught one of Junichiro's spikes with his face...He got a broken nose and lost a tooth." Oh jeez...Kawa-kun must have hard spikes.

"I swear, I'm fine. No nausea. No dizziness. I'm showing no signs associated with concussions. No memory loss, either. My mom is Nakamura Kondou, my dad is Nakamura Kinji. This is Gym #5, Kamii University. I'm 18-" The team looked at me in shock.

"You're 18?!"

"Um...yeah, why?" The team gaped.

"I thought the rule was you had to be a high school graduate. If you are 18 then you'd be in your 2nd or 3rd year of high school." Kyodaina rolled his eyes.

"Oh I thought we were all 18 here, Kuroda." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Kuroda slugged Kaito in the shoulder.

"Shut up." I snorted and pulled out the tissue I had wedged up my nose. I put another one in, and got up to put the discarded one in the trashcan outside the gym. When I walked back in, Kuroda and Kaito were rubbing their arms like someone had punched them. Sakamoto was glaring at them when I walked out, so I guessed she had slugged them.

The team captain strode over with a half smirk on his face. Not sure whether or not that's good.

"Welcome to the team." He stuck his hand out to shake. I shook it, and he grinned evilly.

"D'you know what new members get to do?" I shook my head.

"Nope." His grin got wider.

"Flying-falls." I looked him dead in the eye.

"No. I refuse to do those exercises sent from Hell." He nodded.

"Too bad, captain's orders. Starting now until the bell rings!" I checked my nose. No more blood was coming out. I groaned, but started to go down to do the exercise. The team noticed and quickly came over to watch. Amami laughed.

"It kinda looks like she's doing the wave!" I rolled my eyes but kept going. Whups. My hand slipped and one arm buckled under, and hit the floor.

"And she goes down! What will she do next?" Amami was like a sports commentator. I ignored the bruise on my forearm and got back up.

"She's gonna get back up and continue, that's what." I kept doing flying falls, while the team cheered. I fell practically a million times, each time earning a new bruise or adding onto one. The bell finally rang 20 minutes after I had started.

"We have a practice match against Miyagi University in two weeks. This gym, at 10AM. Don't be late!" We all nodded and split off to our different classes.

I sat in Japanese Literature, convinced the blonde in front of me was Hideyoshi. He had the same blonde hair as him, and the same jacket. I jotted down the notes the professor wanted us to. When I looked up, I noticed a Sharpie signature on the guy's headphones. Didn't Hide have a mark like that from the time I signed my name on his headphones? Yeah, he did!

I was totally convinced this guy was Hideyoshi. I had concrete proof. The guy talking to Hide, he looked familiar. Gray eyes, black hair...looks like that guy Rize likes... I shook my head and went back to the notes.

Bzzzz Bzzzzz. My phone went off. I looked down, to see it was just Rize.

R: Hey, want to hit Anteiku?

T: Sure

R: Aren't you in school right now?

T: Yeah

R: So then why are you talking to me?

T: Idk

R: Teacher's gonna catch you

T: Haha he can try

R: Cya at Anteiku

I shoved my phone back in my pocket before Professor Kumajiro could see. As far as he knew, I was a model student who didn't text in class like Minatsuki did.

Notes, notes, and more notes. Discussion on how to write a haiku. After that, the bell finally rang. Everyone walked out and spilt into their separate groups.

Bzzz. Bzzz. I nearly threw my phone into the fountain when it vibrated in my hand. I slid my finger across the lockscreen, relieved that it was just my brother.

"God, you scared me!" I could hear him chuckling on his end.

"Finally the day I scare my sister!"

"That aside, why did you call me anyway?"

"I was hoping the prof would keep you behind and that my ringtone would scare the whole class. I know how quiet it can be in there." I rolled my eyes. Not that he could see me do it, but it was a reflex.

"I usually turn my ringer off after the locker room fiasco. And that can't be the real reason."

"You got me, Sherlock. I'm gonna go get that quinque you requested. You can go ahead and do whatever the hell it is you do." Something in Souske's surroundings moved.

"What's that noise?" I heard a thump. Souske shrieked into the speaker. This time, I actually dropped the phone. Right into the fountain.

Almost shrieking myself, I quickly scooped my phone out of the water. I wiped it down with the edge of my red hoodie, and put it back up to my ear.

"You dropped it into the fountain didn't you." I could hear someone giggling in the background.

"No..."

"You totally did, I can tell." The giggling got louder.

"HAI TAKA!" Oh. It's just Junko.

"Hey Jun. Put Sou back on the phone, will you?" I could tell she was pouting.

"Alright. Sou, you can have your phone back!" Jun handed the phone back to my brother.

"So I'm going to pick up your quinque. Do whatever. Just be home by four."

"Kay. Byeee." I hung up on him. Then I turned the ringer back on and shoved my phone back in my bag. I turned around and almost smacked into someone.

"Huh? Taka-kun?" I tilted my head up from the ground and looked at him. I was right! It is Hide.

"Hide! Long time no see!" The boy from earlier with black hair was behind him.

"Hide? I didn't know you had a girlfriend. Wait, Nakamura-kun?" I nodded.

"You remember Takara? She was a year younger than us that we hung out with in middle school. Remember?" Kaneki tilted his head.

"Well, I know it was a short reunion, but I have to get going. I'm meeting my friend at that nice coffee shop, Anteiku."

"Oh, Hide and I were heading there ourselves. Would you like to join us?" Hmmm. I bit my lip and thought about it.

"Sure! Why not. We can fill each other in on what we missed."

"Oh my god, really?" Hide laughed.

"Yeah! This guy here," He pointed at Kaneki. "He has a crush on this girl. But he won't even tell me who it is!" A red flush began creeping along Kaneki's cheeks.

"I told you I'd show her to you at Anteiku!" Kaneki suddenly found a stoplight more interesting than talking to us about his crush.

"Alright, I'll stop pestering you about it." Hide gave us a goofy grin.

"Hide...Why are you grinning?"

"I can't help it, it's a natural reflex!"

Quack quack quackity quack. I yanked my phone out of my bag and answered the call.

"Hey Rize, what's up?" Background noises flooded into the speaker along with Rize's voice.

"Where are you? You should be here by now!" I let out an exasperated noise as I crossed the street with Hide and Kaneki in tow.

"I'm on my way. I'm also toting two guys, so forgive my slowness." I heard Rize gasp.

"I didn't know you were the two-timing sort!"

"Oh shut it, they're just friends. You might like one, he's into books more than you are."

"Really? But you know I already like this one guy."

"No, guys! It's a red light! Sorry, not you Rize." I sandwiched my phone between my shoulder and my ear. I used my hands to keep Hide and Kaneki from absentmindedly crossing the sidewalk.

"You guys should pay attention to the crosswalk signs. See the red '歩いていません'? It means 'Do not walk'. When it turns to the green '歩きます' then you can walk."

"Thank you for the lesson, sensei."

"Well you two clearly didn't see it. Maybe they need to increase the brightness of the signs, just for you two." Hide chuckled.

"No. Everyone just needs one of you to keep them from crossing the sidewalks at the wrong times."

"Like I would actually volunteer for that job."

"Hello? You still there?" I grabbed the phone to keep it from slipping.

"Yeah, and I'm about five minutes from Anteiku. Sorry about the wait, I have to make sure that these two don't get run over." I heard staticy laughing on her end.

"You had better get here soon. I'm running out of things to do here."

"I'm rounding the corner now. I see the entrance." I groaned at the thought of climbing even more stairs.

"Thank God. By the way, there's this book signing by Takatsuki Sen going on in like a week and some odd days or something like that. You wanna come with?"

"Maybe. But I can discuss that when we get inside, because I'm at the door. Byeee." I hung up on the phone and pushed the door to Anteiku open.

I waved at the waitress at the counter, Ms. Irimi. And I nodded to Mr. Koma. I looked around, and finally found a head of pink hair sitting at a table with an open novel. I walked over, and plopped down in the chair opposite her. I took my bag off and placed on the floor at the spot by my feet.

"Hey Rize. Question; is the black-haired guy I walked in with the guy you like?" Her head shot up from her book, and looked over at the table that Hide and Kaneki were sitting at.

"..."

"I knew it! He is, isn't he!" Rize remained silent, but red creeped along her cheeks. Before I could tease her about it, she stuck her nose back into her book. The Egg of The Black Goat, it read. I took a look at the table by the windows, stifling a giggle as I saw Kaneki pull out the same book.

"Riiiize, he has the same booook as you!" Rize momentarily looked up to see Kaneki looking back at her. Then the two blushed and looked away. I let a laugh loose.

"Okay, I can tell you're tied up at the moment, so I'll leave you two alone for now. I'll talk later. 'Kay?" Rize nodded, and I slung my bag around my shoulder and left the cafe.

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE. This time, I shrieked again and threw my phone. Which hit Hide in the shoulder. When it hit the floor, Hide bent down to pick it up.

"Some ringtone you've got." He held my phone out to me, which I took.

"My asshole of a brother changes his ringtone when I'm not looking. At first he had this bell sound, but he's changed it dozens of times since then. For instance, before it was that maniacal laugh, it was a fart. And before that, it was the sound of a computer re-booting." Hide laughed, and made an attempt at snatching my phone away before I could read the text Souske sent me.

Souske: Pcked up ur quin. Get ur ass home asap. I laughed, then replied,

Takara: Sup bro Im on my way dont pass out from stress ;P

"Who're you textin'? Your boyfriend?" I slugged Hide in the arm, and tucked my phone back in my pocket.

"Well my brother is a friend, and he is a boy, so I suppose so." Hide snorted, until the deranged laughter interrupted us.

Souske: Then y arent u hre yt

Takara: Whoa dude dont use so many abbrevs

Souske: R u rly walking while txting again

Takara: So wht if I am ur not mom

Souske: Well she might b looking over my shoulder

Takara: asshole

Souske: Don't call your brother an asshole, or if you're really going to, do it to his face

Souske ^ was mom. told ya

Takara: Whatev. Ill b there in like 5 min tops. calm ur tits.

I shoved my phone back in its pocket, then turned to Hide.

"Sorry, my bro's waiting for me to get home. See you at school?"

"Sure. Later!" Hide swung his leg onto his bike and pedaled away, waving as he went. I sighed, then trekked home.

"I'M HOME, YOU PIE EATERS!" I yelled, the minute I stepped into the house. A laugh came up from the couch, so I kicked it.

"Ow! What was that for?" I smirked at hearing my brother's voice.

"For changing your ringtone." Souske sat up, revealing him in pj bottoms and a t-shirt. I gave him the once-over before asking.

"Did you really wear that to the Labs?" I asked.

"Nah. I changed when I got home. Unlike you, I actually wear formal clothes to work." I shrugged.

"I don't like pencil skirts and blazers. Button downs are occasionally okay, but not the kind that Akira wears. I just generally dislike any type of clothing that isn't casual, and most forms of skirts or dresses. Well, there are some exceptions, but you get the point." Souske stuck his tongue out.

Ladies and gentlemen, behold, my advanced twin brother. In his natural habitat, he reverts to his fourteen-year-old self, the one that loved to have impromptu fights with me.

"We didn't save you any pie." He said, grinning.

"Asshat." I put my bag on its hook by the door along with my keys, and l closed the door.

"I am neither an ass nor a hat, therefor you are wrong." Souske said giving me the cheekiest grin ever.

"Correction: you are the human equivalent to an asshole."

"Not 100% human, am I, lil sis?" I scowled.

"Curse you and your logic." I walked upstairs and flopped onto my bed and pulled my phone out. I stuck my earbuds in, and picked a random playlist.

"This is gospel, for the fallen ones, locked away in permanent slumber." I closed my eyes and listened to the songs, and eventually I fell asleep.

"TAKARA GET YOUR ASS OUTTA BED!" My eyes snapped open, and the first instinct was to slap the person who yelled directly in my ear in the face. So I did.

"God damn, you slap hard..." Souske whined, rubbing his cheek.

"That's what you get for waking me up," I mumbled. I massaged my eyes, sleepily blinking.

"Well Rize called, something about a date with Ken." Rusty cogs in my brain started moving, thinking of a plan.

"You know, about the whole kidnapping Rize thing, if she's going on a date today, after Kaneki leaves, we can swoop in and give her to the faceless representative."

Bzz. Bzzz. I looked at my phone, and there was an unread text from someone.

Anon: If you're going out, you should make an effort to look nice.

Takara: Thanks for the tip, but I'm not going anywhere tonight.

Takara: Plus, how would you even know I was thinking about that?

Anon: I see all. Plus, We talk every now and then.

Anon: Anyway, good day. I trust you have more beneficial...objectives to fulfill.

I blinked. God, this dude was more cryptic and I was.

"Souske, we don't have security cameras in the house, do we?"

"We do, but that's because of the few...incidents." I sighed, and put the phone down.

"God...It's not our fault. Well technically it is but still." I looked at my brother, before slapping him one more time. "That's for waking me up via shout." Souske rubbed his cheek again, and stuck his tongue out at me.

"You're 18, and your best comeback is your tongue?"

"I just don't think it's fair to hit girls, let alone my sister." I gave him a skeptical look.

"Bruh. You don't think it's fair for you to hit me? That's really lame, bro."

"Just because we're ghouls doesn't mean we have to be uncivilized like everyone thinks."

"Are you serious? You can still slug me in the arm. It's not like I'd break down and go whine about it to Mom." Sou sighed. "Forget it. Anyway, I woke you up, because it's like 5:30 P.M. and Rize and Kaneki's date starts at six. I know how long you take to get ready." I decked him, and he ran back to his room, saying something about wearing a dress.

Ughhh I hate dresses why do I have to wear one? Almost as if he heard me, Souske answered my question.

"Gotta wear one because we gotta look like a couple!" But we're twins, you numbnuts. We look identical. This time he didn't answer. I stuck my tongue out, not like anyone would see me do it, though.

I pulled out one of my very few dresses. A sleeveless pale green dress that shimmered a bit and had a skirt that billowed out to my knees. I pulled out my dark red crop jacket, the one with three-quarter sleeves, and put both on a chair.

A knocked sounded at my door, and before I could open it, it opened just a crack, and two items were thrown in. The first was a pair of fingerless gloves, that would stop right under my elbows. Right below the knuckles, there was a raised area that made a sloshing noise when moved.

Hm. Must be the quinque proto that Chigyou was working on.

The second, was a large loop of soft black material. I felt along one of the edges, and discovered that inside the fabric was lined with knives made of quinque steel. Judging by the length of the material, I would expect about forty or so knives. This was an upside to working for the CCG. Free weapons!

I pulled my hoodie and T-shirt off, and pulled the dress on. I switched my skinny jeans out for black mid-calf length leggings, but left my Converse out. Debating whether or not putting makeup on was a no-brainer; I wouldn't. Makeup was too much of a hassle just for such a simple assignment. If it were like one of the assigns where you had to go totally undercover for like a ball or banquet, then it would be mandatory. I put my hair into a bun, so when I took the hairband out it would be all wavy. I looked at the knives in the belt, and thought about how to wear it. I eventually settled on looping around my waist, then having another loop start where the first ended and cross over to the other side so the second would fall diagonally across my legs. Then I pulled the gloves on. Note to self: ask Souske what these do in the first place.

Knock knock.

"Come in, I'm decent." I said. Souske came in, wearing skinny jeans, a red dress shirt, a cream colored beanie, his dark blue rimmed glasses, and Converse high-tops.

"Are you wearing the green dress?" I was confuzzled by the surprise lacing his voice.

"Yeah, why? Is it too casual for this?"

"No, but I thought-"

"What, that I would wear the bright pink mini-dress? The one that cousin Haruka gave me?"

"Maybe..."

"I would never, I only still have it so I can give it to someone as a gag gift." Souske flicked my nose.

"I remember the gag gift you gave me."

"The bikini suited you. Red is a color you look good in." I said, smirking. All Souske did was flick my nose again. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"C'mon, we should start going downstairs. First one to find the lovebirds owes the other coffee." I threw a hairbrush at him, which he dodged. I darted past him, and vaulted over the staircase banister, landing on the floor before Souske.

"Beat you, loser. Tomorrow, before school, you gotta go buy me the usual at Anteiku." I said, and waved to my mom who was in the kitchen. "Hey mom, we'll be back before midnight." she nodded, and Souske and I went out the door. "What do these gloves do, anyway?" I asked my twin as we walked down the street.

"If you clench your fists and release, depending on how fast and hard you do it, a certain quinque type will come out of the area above your knuckles. I think the first setting is three feet koukaku blades, then a jian type rinkaku sword, then a type of ukaku kunai - don't make that face, you are an ukaku after all. And then there's a bikaku whip like one. And it's a prototype, so don't rely on it too much."

"Really? All that just for my quinque?" Souske nodded.

"Arima wants you to be loaded, apparently. Plus, you aren't the only one with a chimera quinque. Mado's daughter is having one made, and Shinohara-san is getting me one."

"Great. Like that's a good idea, to inflate your ego even more. What's Shinohara-san thinking?"

"That I should have a great quinque like my sister." I made a face at him. "Oh, and your knives are this weird mixture of quinque steel, and...Arata's kakuja." he added.

"Whose kakuja? You don't mean Kirishima Arata, do you? That stuff's for that proto suit the CCG's making. Not a Rank 1, albeit a special Rank 1." I said, hoping he wasn't right.

"All you need to do is survive another half year and participate in a few more exterminations and you might even skip over First Class entirely. So yeah, Arima would think that you deserve something special for that SS you took down last month." he said, looking at me.

"Shut it. That SS was too scared to really do anything."

"Yeah, only because he recognized Doll." I flipped him off and stalked further down the street.

"We don't talk about that in public, and you know it. I swear to god if you mention that one more time I'm beating you half to death." I don't like being reminded that tons of ghouls are scared of me just because I managed to take Arima out of commission for six months.

"Yeah, yeah. Calm down. I promise I won't, so don't explode. You can explode in your room when we get home and attack some helpless thing." I slowed my pace and let Souske catch up with me. And then punched him.

"All is forgiven. For now, at least. Let's go ghoul hunting." I announced, and we kept walking through the town.

At long last I finish this thing. Those of you who actually want to read this, a) why do you want to read this in the first place and b) thanks for reading this clusterfuck of a story.

Next chapter'll probably be a long wait too, because I'm one of those authors with so much imagination but not enough time. Which means I have like twelve stories running me nuts and not enough time to write them all. That's all for now, toodles~