Tsukiyama was unperturbed when he noticed Kaneki taking off, after all he was an adult and he had his own responsibilities. At the same time, he did wish that he had thought to tell Tsukiyama. The best way for Tsukiyama to grow closer to the shorter man would be to cultivate some trust, but it was seeming like Kaneki would make that difficult. He did grow worried as the hours rolled on, his instincts telling him something was amiss. As dusk rolled around, Tsukiyama decided to leave to find Kaneki. Privacy be damned, he was Kaneki's SS and he would protect him.
Exiting then building, Tsukiyama expanded his senses, searching for the sweet scent of his charge. Kaneki isn't too far, which is lucky because it's only been two days, not nearly often enough for Tsukiyama to get familiar with his smell, intoxicating though it may be. He followed the trail, thankful for the abilities of the fox in helping him find Kaneki. He had found the more animalistic traits fairly inelegant, and disliked using them often, but he had to admit that they were useful. As he ran around searching for Kaneki, Tsukiyama's mind wandered, wondering what could keep him out this late. He considered the possibility of him visiting a romantic partner, and was hit with a pang of jealousy. Kaneki was his, even if he didn't know it yet.
He kept an eye on the sun, and watched as the sky slid into deeper shades of purple. It was getting more dangerous as the minutes inched on. Tsukiyama was torn from his introspection by a loud, animalistic shriek, as well as a strong waft of Kaneki's scent, tinged with blood. As he skidded around a corner, he caught sight of Kaneki engaged in a battle with a Jorogumo yokai, a large spider with the face and body of a beautiful woman. It's face was human, but twisted in a red-lipped, malicious grin stretched too far across, like a knife slash, revealing hundreds of needle like teeth.
Kaneki was injured, blood streaking his hair, dirtying it's beautiful purity, and he had long silken threads wrapped around his limbs and digging in. His appearance was also somewhat changed. His eyes flashed red and slitted, and thought he snarl on his lips Tsukiyama could see sharp teeth. His skin had also taken on a scaly texture, especially around the hands, where his nails had extended into long claws, stained with blood both old and new. The aura of demonic power around him was so bloodthirsty and oppressive that any human would have passed out on the spot.
Tsukiyama took in the scenery, immediately taking on the form that accompanied his yokai abilities. Nine tails sprouted from his tailbone, and he became swathed in traditional Japanese clothing. His appearance was noted by Kaneki at this point, who's head swung towards him, turning the full force of his bloodthirsty glare on Tsukiyama.
"Tsukiyama!" Shouted Kaneki, batting the spider away from him and ripping off some scales as the threads on his limbs yanked away. "Keep away! You have to stay away!" He was shouting almost desperately, and it seemed like he was speaking for more of a reads on than to protect him from the spider yokai. His voice was different, higher. It sounded like multiple voices were shrieking all at once, and it was blood chilling and not human.
He chose this moment to run at the demon, dodging eight powerful limbs and multiple threads of silk nimbly. Every moment his movements became faster, more vicious, and less human. He tore off a limb, mindless to the gore that splattered him, and ignored as a string of web tore off a large piece of flesh. He seemed to be moving on some sort of animal instinct, more beast than human, and Tsukiyama felt a twinge of fear deep inside at the gruesome display of savagery. Kaneki, finally finished the fight, rending a massive chunk of flesh and bone from the chest of the spider demon, and when it's limbs continued to strike at him, he tore out the human throat with cold impassivity.
Kaneki stood still in front of the body, hands drenched in blood, and the rest of him splattered with so much gore it was impossible to tell what was his and what came from the demon. His shoulders were heaving, and he still hadn't turned to look at Tsukiyama. The bloodthirsty aura had not dissipate in the least. Tsukiyama walked closer apprehensively, wary now.
"Kaneki-ku-," he was interrupted when Kaneki turned to face him, eyes vulnerable for a moment.
"Tsukiyama kill me..." Was all he was able to say, before the murderous aura skyrocketed, and Tsukiyama staggered back, taking in the transformation before him.
Kaneki's body had ballooned, transforming into a massive dragon, with eight heads on necks as thick as tree trunks, and eight writhing tails. Yamata no Orochi. That was the demon heritage that Kaneki had. Yamata no Orochi, the bloodthirsty eight headed dragon that had eaten seven women before being slain by Susano-o. It roared, loud and high, all heads in unison, and Tsukiyama understood the change in his voice. Eight heads, eight voices. It's attention, for Tsukiyama could not bare to think of this beast as Kaneki, turned to him, and Tsukiyama readied his sword, if only to defend himself.
Attacking one of the heads had terrible results, as Tsukiyama was flung away immediately, landing with a crunch that may have been a rib. The dragon bore down upon him, mouths gaping and revealing jagged teeth and forked tongues. He scrambled back, and made it to his feet, holding his sword with both hands despite the throbbing pain in his side. When it was almost upon him, the nearest head was batted away by a furry paw the size of a serving platter, with claws like ice picks. It was attached to a komainu, a lion dog. The beast was massive, five feet tall at the shoulder, with a bulky body and a head that added at least another foot and a half. It prowled in front of him, and Tsukiyama noticed Uta, the eccentric tenant from the apartment building approaching.
"We could feel the murderous intent all the way from our apartment. Kaneki-San held out quite well considering how difficult Yamata no Orochi is to deal with." He said, standing casually beside Tsukiyama as he darted around, defending from snapping heads and swinging tails, that struck like clubs, as well as claws the length of a sword.
The odd man seemed far too casual to be facing a legendarily bloodthirsty dragon, but when one of the heads a attacked them, he thrust his bare hands clear through the skull, never losing his nonchalant posture.
For some reason, shortly afterward, the dragon sagged in the middle of the fight, despite the fact that only three of the eight heads were dead. After collapsing, it returned to the human form of Kaneki, bare naked and passed out. The wounds were still on his body, as were the bloodstains on his skin and hair. The demonic aura had faded, leaving just a small wiry youth, who looked far younger when vulnerable like this. Tsukiyama was panting, and approached warily. The komainu transformed into Yomo, who approached without hesitation, propping the body up and checking under his eyelids.
"Is Kaneki-kun alright, Yomo-San?" Asked Tsukiyama, crouching and stroking his cool pale cheek. Flakes of dried blood drifted away where he touched.
"He was fighting a Jorogumo, right?"asked Yomo, as short and succinct as usual.
"Yes. Was he bitten?" Jorogumo have potent venom, which could be the reason for Kaneki's current state. Tsukiyama took one of his hands, and felt the sluggish pulse.
"Looks like it. Someone will have to look after him tonight, because depending how resistant he is it could get bad."
"Of course! I am his SS, and so I should be the one to take this responsibility. If I can not protect him with my sword, I shall guard him in his weakened state," said Tsukiyama, falling more into his usual extravagant language.
Yomo wrapped Kaneki in his hoodie, which was large enough to cover the important bits, and led the way back to the apartments. There the three of them forced some medicine down Kaneki's throat, and wrapped up all the major wounds on the passed out boy and themselves. Tsukiyama then let himself into Kaneki's apartment with an emergency key, and set him on the bed.
He sat nearbye, and took in the apartment through heavy eyelids. Fighting had been exhausting, and even with accelerated healing abilities afforded by yokai ancestry, his wounds were still sore. He forced his eyelids open and waited, eyes on the short boy who held his fascination.
A/N: so I'm not sure how great this is because I'm meh at writing action, but oh well. It came out a little longer than usual, but still not super long. Writing Tsukiyama is hard. Anyways thank you for reading! I love you all dear readers, and please comment or critique it would make me very happy!