Disclaimer: I do not own The Teen Titans or Tokyo Ghoul

AN: For those not acquainted with Tokyo ghoul this are some definitions of the terms used in this fic

Kugan: A ghoul's eye it has red pupil and black whites.
Dove: A term used to refer to a ghoul investigator. An investigator is a human who fights ghouls and in most of times kills : A special organ that ghoul's have and helps them to hunt.

Whispers in the dark

The time froze as the young shapeshifter stared in disbelief of his current state of affairs. It had been a long time ago since he last could be considered human, yet this turned him into a true monster a creature with no other cover than darkness and forever it should remain where the eye does not look. A left over whose one purpose was to hunt down all those he once swore to protect. Just what was he supposed to do?

His train of thought was stopped by the waiter who once again spoke.

"Pardon my rudeness, I believe introductions are in order I'm Kaien Kurosaki manager of this cafe and you are?" reluctantly he said "Ryusei Shibasaki" the manager extended his hand and Logan gave him a handshake. "So you are a foreigner right Logan-San?" Logan did not answer for a while, but in the end he cleared his thoughts and asked "How did you know?" Kurosaki smiled a little "You and your friends are not the only ones with powers, if you wish to understand this new world you've been thrown into I can help, for once I stood where you stand now." the former Titan was left speechless until a few days he was a human who considered the ghouls a bunch of mindless monsters who attacked for no reason, but in front of him was someone that offered his hand to somebody else whit out hoping anything in return, he saw a normal person in front of him.

So he asked "How can I repay you?" "Well, that's simple all you have to do is work here and learn our ways. Whether you chose to help our cause or not is up to you. You will also be given food if you can't hunt for it." the former hero's face darkened "You can skip that last part I won't eat my own kind. It doesn't matter if it's an animal that humans use for feeding or a human itself, I respect life." The manager stopped giving the kind smile he had used and spoke "In time you will understand since you are not in need to eat, but when your hunger comes crawling your thoughts may change, but first think carefully about this: What is the value of life?"

Three weeks went by and in that time Logan got used to working part time at the cafe VON, he now could make a good coffee, even if it wasn't as good as the manager's, but for a beginner with just 3 weeks time, it was something, what made him proud was the late art he managed to learn how to do most of the animals that could be considered either Moe or awesome.

He also knew most of the regulars (all ghouls) and had spoken to them, a lot of the regulars were between 30 and 20 a quite a lot had children and brought them to VON, if he had not known what they were he would've never guessed that they were anything strange, they were like any child: outgoing, filled with happiness and dreams of the future; some wanted to be bakers or astronauts, doctors, caretakers, teachers, anything. Despite knowing how harsh life was, despite knowing that they may only have a few minutes left to live to be brutally murdered by a dove when they walked out of the shop, despite all that they dared to live and dream.

If these weeks had taught him anything was to doubt the definition of monster that humans throw so easily to those they cannot understand. The ghoul community was banned as a monstrous parasite of the society that lurked in the dark waiting the best moment to strike and crush humans and enslave them, yet after being inside that group he could see how much of a mistake an a misconception were all of human notions.

Being a ghoul was not so different from a human, you could go through life getting along with people having a very normal routine and to all the world you seem like any other puny human, Garfield now understood how it was possible that he never noticed the existence of these beings, for they blended so well and they were in many ways more humane than most humans, but it's not easy to keep this facade, it takes a lot of work.

One of the hardest things to accomplish is to pretend to eat: one must shallow a big piece without biting into the food one is pretending to eat, if your reaction is delayed the awful taste spreads into your mouth and instinct makes you puke whatever was in your mouth. Once you shallow, it's important to make some fake bites to make the whole act real and latter all contents must be puked out or the condition of the ghoul weakens.

Logan had gotten used to his new life style, but not one piece of meat had touched his mouth since the time he ate the guimauve and he had been well, at least those were his thoughts on the other hand, the manager was beginning to worry for his worker, no matter how much he insisted in how important it was to eat a little to avoid possible future problems, he even tried to give him a little bit of food by liquifying the meat and adding small portions of the mixture to the coffee but Garfield's enhanced senses picked the smell even in quantities a ghoul normally wouldn't notice.

One night just after the three weeks had pasted as he was heading home by mere coincidence stumbled upon a high school girl that had collapsed by the side of the road, so he tried to help her up and wake her, but just before he got to touch her his nostrils got filled by her scent, sweet and fresh like a just cut orange in the middle of summer, like a fruit ready for harvest near from falling of how good it was, his eyes trailed to her body it looked soft, but with enough muscle flexible ones and the right amount of fat, fainted in the middle of a deserted street: the perfect prey.

At that moment he heard it a cold voice trying to be as soothing as possible "Such a beautiful sight must be a gift from the gods, it would be rude to ignore it, just take a bite of those juicy legs of her and release her of her burden!" his hands slowly approached the unmoving girl, just as if he were possessed by an unknown force that made him crave for her flesh, that young flesh so full of nutrients soft, delicious it made his mouth water.

His left eye started to get used to the sight of the girl that lay before him, he could now see her blood flow through the vessels, the temperature her body had, his left eye was getting hot as if a heated liquid were flowing to it slowly turning his iris black and the pupil, red and cracks formed near the edge of his eyelid his kugan was now active, at that moment he snapped out of the trance he had been in and merely roused the girl of her slumber and she woke up.

"Are you alright miss?" asked Logan now in the shape of a blind man with a cane, and dark glasses. The girl answered in a whisper, "I think I am thank you, but how did you notice I was in a bad condition?" the voice spoke to Logan once again "She's asking to much better finish her while you have the chance, feed on her!"but Garfield just smiled at the girl "when one lacks a sense the others increase to make up for the one that was lost, so I could hear your breathing that wasn't normal, and it was near the ground, you should go to a hospital, but do be careful streets are not safe at night." after saying that he left.

Garfield's POV

When I got home, he drank a bit of coffee to calm my nerves and sited in the couch the events of the night flowed as I tried to remember what had happened to me? Just who was he? "Looking for me." said the voice in its raspy cold tone. "Don't go speaking of others like they don't exist, just where are the manners mama taught you? O right, she died before you could even learn to clean your nose on your own! Hahaha" his maniacal laughter echoed in the whole room this just pissed me "Who are you?"

"Who am I? You're terrible, just been a few years and you forgot already, hilarious you ask who am I? But do you even know who you are? Poor, poor lost puppy so lost, so lonely and so hungry he needs an imaginary friend to solve his problems. Hahahahaha." an imaginary friend, how I don't remember being willing to be friends with a psycho, how do I make him come out?

"Harsh as always, 'm no psycho what's so bad bout silencing some piggy murders, yer just makin the planet cleaner, it's better without 'em." Taking like a true maniac, I have respect for life obviously that's what being human is about, that's what separate us from animals. "And a load of crap separates humans from animals, they're just selfish, foolish, wasters and hypocrites that shield themselves behind their code called morals, just some shity code to blame others for their faults, if it were up to me I'd never call 'em animals 'cause I don't wanna be confused with 'em. 'Sides weren't ya the one that screamed to that bastard of Adonis that ye were an animal? Humans don't have no value of life they just look for excuses to slaughter one another and call it justice, but if they happen to find something that doesn't fit the criteria they call it a monster and hunt it to the ends of earth!"

This guy can even hear my thoughts, just who is he? "Seems like I have to spell it out for ya just look in front of ya" I looked up and before me was a reflexion of myself, with white skin, dark hair, pointy ears, kugan in both eyes, wearing a black tuxedo, with black shirt and read tie smoking a cigaret. "Been a while, as you may have guessed 'm the representation of your instinct, or in layman's terms 'm yer dark side, I've kept quiet for a long time, but I won't stand down, if you try to kill us for your stupid boy scout morals if you won't cooperate I'll posses that body of yours and show the world the true meaning of being a monster." I snapped and shouted at him "You can´t control me I've kept you in check all these years and I can do it again!" He looked bored and exasperated "Well, that may be the case if I were alone, but that ain't the case no longer. See ya round if you last long enough."