Tokyo Ghoul - NEST

Looming Darkness

"... when you don't listen to your warnings." I whispered, his eyes twitched in fear.

I let him drop to the ground and turn back to Urie, helping him up. This man owes me.

I make it outside to one of the cars, and push him into the drivers seat. He looks at me confused as I start to leave. "Who are you again?" He asked slowly, his voice sounded like a croak.

I stare at him for a moment, then answer. "Levin Seto... you doves call me Crow." I said, then turned and left. A moment later the car drove off. There, one less thrown in my side.

Just as I'm thinking this, Eto comes out of the HQ and out into the court yard with a pouty looking face. "What was that for?! That was my plaything!" She yelled.

"Plaything?" I mumbled to myself, then start to walk towards her slowly as she rants.

"I captured him because I wanted him to become my pet just like I did with that other one, I need more followers if I want to-!" She ended her rant as I was right in front of her, staring down at her.

"Levin?" She wondered quietly.

"Do me a favor... and shut the hell up." I said, my expression dark. I then walk past her and into the HQ, I need to get ready to leave this afternoon for Nest. I have the info I need, now I just need to leave this stupid organization.

Once Kurona is safe, even with a one tenth chance of survival, I'll give her a choice, I won't push it on her. After she chooses, I'll search for V, and destroy them. Simple.

Vincent POV

Ah, I think I fell asleep again at my desk...I'm in another dream.

And it's of that too. I hate this memory, and I hate her.

In this dream, or memory, whatever you want to call it, I'm six. I'm playing a number game I came up with, I have to add if I pick up a odd numbered card, and subtract if I pick up a even card. The number on the card was the number you have to add or subtract.

This game lacked rules or winning or losing tactics, but it was something that taught me math, so I did it anyway. You pick five cards, and get a final number.

I add and subtract all the numbers I get and find that my number this time was 13. I don't like that number all that much, I don't know why though.

The door suddenly opens and reveals my mother, a tall, slender woman, with long velvet hair. She looked over at me, and I found that she mistook quite happy. She probably had another fight with dad.

"What's wrong mom?" I asked, placing down the cards.

She warmed her expression a bit and walked over to me. "Daddy just is being a bit... mean to mommy, is all. It'll be fine." She said in almost a whisper of a voice.

"Are you guys getting a divorce?" I asked suddenly. This made my mom look frightened, and freeze up.

"N-No... o-of course not." She swallowed hard, making aloud gulping sound. Even as I little kid I knew what divorce was, I saw it on TV.

Dad lately had been leaving a lot, every now and then coming back and saying hello to me, but I knew he never really thought anything of it.

That night I snuck into the hall and looked into where my mother was, at her desk drinking a lot. She looked disgusted as she drank, for ghouls, it tastes like foul rotten eggs, but the chemicals still get inside you, so it can still get you drunk.