I do not own any of the Tokyo Ghoul characters (they are the lovely Ishida-sensei's). I only own my imagination and my own ideas and beliefs, just as every other human on this planet does.

Kaneki looked at the blank wall in front of him and tilted his head to the side. Would his original idea work or would it be too weird in the space? He glanced around and observed the area around him. Maybe it was too bold…meh, that's what graffiti was. Bold. He checked the permit he'd gotten a couple days ago from the council and waved it around in the cold air before pulling his scarf tighter around his neck.

"May as well start."

Ayato squinted in disbelief at the artwork that had appeared overnight in HIS SPOT. He had specifically asked the council about doing a work there and they had said 'Sure, go ahead~!' and now?! Now some jackass had come and put up some piece of shit artwork, well…it was actually pretty good, IN HIS SPOT! Ayato shook the spray can angrily and carefully placed the stencil on top of the other guy's work, now, to make this bastard's work even better…

Kaneki froze when he saw the defacing of his artwork that portrayed the current status of social media. What. Kind. Of. Uncultured. Swine. Would stencil. A fucking black rabbit hat. On top. Of. THE TUMBLR LOGO?! Kaneki seethed at the defacement and hurried home to gather up his thoughts, his ideas, and most importantly….his anger.

Ayato smirked when he saw the artistic defacement of his black rabbit logo, not bad. The demon horns and the blood looked realistic; however, it was not what Ayato wanted to see happen to his prestigious logo. He hadn't sat through all those school classes, scribbling away about potential logo ideas for this. He pulled out his phone and located an image of the king of them all.

"Pepe?!" Kaneki shrieked as he walked onto the street at 3am. He couldn't control his laughter at the sight. Holy shit, he couldn't believe this guy had upstaged him. But he couldn't top Pepe…no one could. Maybe he shouldn't focus on content but quality. Yes. Cover the whole image. So there would be no evidence that the annoying rabbit that had been defacing his work would ever be there.

Ayato glared at the wall that had been covered by multiple cartoon paste-ups of centipedes. That was unfair. Extremely unfair. Although…now that he thought about it, they hadn't actually met so they couldn't actually set up any rules about this art war they had going on.

Kaneki walked passed the wall and frowned in dismay as he saw what had happened to his artwork. It had been ripped off the wall and the bricks underneath had been covered in black paint. Had it been the council? No…there it was. A black rabbit with a white outline was leaning up against the corner, smoking a cigarette. The smoke spelled out "Miss me?" Kaneki smirked devilishly.

"Not one bit."

4 months later

Ayato picked up his mail and found a letter from the council. Okay, so the art war had been going on for a while but…they hadn't really done anything offensive to the people that viewed it. Just to the other artist. Why did the council have to step in now? Just when it was getting good?

"Ugggghhhh." Ayato flopped down onto his bed and closed his eyes. Well, there wasn't anything he could do now. He picked up his black helmet and grabbed his keys. May as well go for a ride.

Kaneki watched from the opposite side of the street as the council painted the many artworks that had been placed there over with black. He wondered what he was supposed to do now. This art war had taken up a lot of his time, distracted him from the many other daily activities that one may expect a human to participate in. He heard the roar of an engine come to a slow stop beside him and looked to see a male, younger then him, with purple hair (must be dyed) pulled into a low ponytail. He whipped off his leather jacket and wrapped it around his waist before standing beside Kaneki and looking at the, soon to be, black wall.

"Pretty pathetic right?" The stranger spoke up as he frowned at the council workers.

"How so?" Kaneki asked.

"Well, it was just friendly fire, it wasn't hurting anyone right? But all of a sudden the council thinks it's a mighty fine idea to stop it 'before it gets out of control'." Kaneki's sudden companion hissed before sighing in defeat and looking at Kaneki properly.

White hair. Grey eyes. Black fedora. Lots of piercings. He looked attractive. His hands were…bruised? Ayato suddenly grabbed the other person's hands and looked them over. Calloused. Covered in…paint? He was an artist? Ayato looked up into his face to see the other person confused.

"You paint then?" He asked, as he let their hands drop.

"Ah, yeah. It isn't my official job but yeah, I do." He responded.

"What kind of artworks do you do?"

"Oh, um, I do street art." Ayato jutted out his bottom lip a bit and blinked at him in surprise.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I was actually doing a lot of works up until now."

Ayato tilted his head so he entered the others field of vision more clearly, so they wouldn't evade his gaze.

"What happened?"

The man nodded towards the wall and smiled sadly.

"That happened."

"The council?"

"Yep. Received my letter today, they said that my art war with another artist was getting out of control and it was offending many people or..some shit like that." They sighed and pulled off their fedora to allow their hand to push their snow white hair back; their fringe flipped over and sat precariously atop the rest of his hair. The fedora forgotten.

"You were…part of that?" Ayato asked, pointing at the black wall. They looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Yeah, guess you could say that."

"Well, how would you say it?"

"That I contributed to…the artistic side of society?" They looked at Ayato as if they were asking if that sounded right.

"I dunno, looked like a whole bunch of messed up shit." Ayato smirked. So this was the other artist. The 'Centipede'.

"I did not, it's called expressing oneself. Maybe if you looked further into the past culture of art you would find a specific movement dedicated to just that. Look it up. It's called Expressionism." They smirked back venomously.

"Oh, I dunno, might be a waste of my time 'Centipede'." Ayato grinned as he watched the realisation dawn on them.

"You! You! You defaced my work!" They exclaimed.

"My name is Ayato; my tag name is the 'Black Rabbit'. I'd prefer it if you would vent your rage towards me if you knew my name and if we were having dinner."

The 'Centipede' closed his mouth and straightened his posture as he stared down at Ayato.

"Fine. Then you may as well know my name. I'm Kaneki." Ayato smiled.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance after so long. Now, what do you wanna eat?" He asked.

"Italian. I'm craving that pasta." Kaneki smirked reluctantly.

"Great, we can ride my bike to one that's close by. My sister's friend works there."

"Discounts?"

"Discounts."

Kaneki grinned and walked past Ayato to his bike.

"Sounds perfect."

Accept this chapter too. As a humble offering. I am so very sorry. I also realise that this chapter is similar to one of my previous chapters but I love this idea so I just went with it.