BREATH OF LIFE
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or Tokyo Ghoul. Or the songs mentioned from this point onwards. Kudos to people who recognize the songs, though.
Shout Out: Fine, fine, my inspiration is railroaded by my song choices, I admit it. Am sorry for it? No. Because I just had to write it out, so there.
Warnings: AU-verse, SLASH; a quick look on the TG side in the future.
013 The Pretender
"What if I say… I'm not like the others?" Kaneki's quiet voice echoed in the vast room, interspersed only with the sounds of the blood dripping on the floor, the soft plip-plop of the liquid a mocking metronome of time.
"What?" His tormentor said, furrowing his non-existent eyebrows. Yamori blinked, and then chuckled with amusement. Oh-ho. This was something new.
Something twitched in Kaneki's brain, the soft scrap of pain flaring across his nerves, but the now white-haired teen didn't even flinch, despite the agony he was feeling at the movements.
"Eh, you are a good entertainment, Kaneki-kun. Better than any I've had before, but you know, our time of playing – "
"What if I say I'm not another of your plays?" Kaneki's soft, raspy voice interrupted the man in the middle of his monologue, causing him to frown.
"Then you wouldn't have been chained to this pretty little chair and allowing me to play with me, Kaneki-kun." Yamori sneered as he reached for the youth's chin, roughly yanking it up, glaring into those empty, dull eyes.
"You're the pretender." Kaneki's bloodless lips mouthed at him, soft and breathy, almost more of a sigh than words, than accusation. Small eyes flared wide with the outrage, how dare that little brat, how dare he to mock him, him, Jason Yamori - !
"What if I say…." Kaneki's words almost lost themselves in the loud screech of the chain breaking apart.
"I'll never surrender?"
Yamori didn't have any time to defend, as the white-haired devil jumped at him, the black and white scleras a mocking contrast to the tiles on the floor.
/To Be Continued/