"Hope is but the dream of those who wake."
- Matthew Prior
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Riki POV
I couldn't feel my chest as I tried to breath in oxygen. My lungs had tooken such a large blow that my vision blurred. I looked up at the man who was shaking his head.
Furuta stood there, a kagune coming from his back. He smiled down at me, lying against the wall. "Ah, you made me use it. How interesting." He mumbled.
"Y-Your a half ghoul..." I muttered in surprise, still trying to get it through my head. I thought he was just part of the Washu clan, not a half ghoul. This makes no sense.
Furuta smiled. "Looks like I'm done here, I heard it snap. Don't worry, little boy, I will not hurt your friends... right now at least." He said, turning to leave.
"Wait!" I called out, gasping in breaths of air as my lungs became active once again. My legs were sliced up, and I was unable to get up on my feet.
"T-That's Rizes kagune!" I exclaimed.
"Yes! Isn't it wonderful? Her kagune really is powerful, isn't it?" He said, kissing a tendril and giggling like a school girl. Talk about disgusting.
He sees my face and puts his hands on his hips. "We're you thinking something like, weird or disgusting?" He asked.
Well now he can read minds, I thought with a small grin. My legs were beginning to regenerate. I have no chance against this guy, I need to escape through the disposal unit with the others.
"I don't think it's disgusting." He muttered. Then he turned on his heels and began exiting.
"I don't get you." I said, pushing myself up against the wall. Furuta turned his glance towards me a bit, stopping to listen to what I had to say.
"Your not with V, CCG, or the Washu... just what are you up to?" I asked. No one knew that Furuta was a half ghoul, not even the Washu or V... yet he's appointed in both.
Furuta waved his hands about. "Its quite obvious and simple, little boy." He said. Suddenly he turned sharply and faced me, making a peace sign with his hand.
"Super peace."
He turned on his heels once more and walked off, leaving me with the feeling as if I was just trolled big time. He said it with such a straight face though... what the hell is with him? I shake it out of my head and look towards the way to the exit.
Time to get out of here.
Kaneki POV
I stood back up, and let a smile go to my face. I didn't know why I was smiling, really. I was in danger still, I shouldn't be smiling. But I couldn't help it.
Arima still gave me that blank look.
Why didn't he finish me off while I was down? He could've easily tooken me out. He could have easily ended it.
But he didn't.
I let my Kakuja grow around my arms and the rest of my body, forming a shielded body around me.
"So... you've decided to fight again?" Arima said, his blank stare holding me in place, never leaving my eyes. He readied his quinque, and held it with both hands.
I can win if I make use of his weakness. That's right, everyone in this world has a weakness, even the God of death himself.
"Yes." I answered shortly, then pushed myself off, running to his side. Arima's eyes followed my every movement, watching me closely.
As I swing my first hit, he deflects it with his weapon. After pushing my claw to the side, he tries to go for my stomach. With my other hand I swipe the sword aside.
With my knee I try to hit his gut, which he dodged as he backs up and pushes both my claws away. I almost had him! Keep pushing, this time don't let him get a breath of rest.
I keep pushing forward at him, keeping my attacks up, but he continues to deflect them aside or dodge them, and every now and then pushing back with his own attacks.
"He isn't even human."
"Death itself."
"Totally no emotion in that guy."
"Where'd he come from anyway?"
I remember the comments and saying a that went around this man. The blank look of his, his fighting techniques... even now, Arima it's seems that...
I will never fully understand you.
We desperate for a second, which gives me time to grow more kagune on my back, and send them at him. He slashes away at them, more and more keep coming out of my back as he is busy with them.
I go to his left.
The last kagune that stood before him as he slashed it down, the mouth connected to it murmured something I was thinking as I charged.
"I win."
Arima, just for a second, his eyes went wider than usual, and he turned to his left, I had pounced at him, from his blind side. I throw down my claw, and impact it with the quinque.
A loud crushing noise could be heard throughout Cochlea.
Kurona POV
My eyes slowly opened to my body feeling as if I was being lifted in a not very comfortable fashion. Once my eye sight focuses more, I notice that I'm being carried.
By Touka, though she looked as if she were getting tired of my weight. I slowly shift my gaze as we travel across a large concrete hallway, covered and stained with red and bone shards.
Where are we?
I remember them trying to evacuate me, and giving me a sleeping drug to put me to sleep... but, with Touka here then... does that mean I'm being saved?
I felt happy, but also sad and frustrated at myself for not remembering her name in that throne. When I was being experimented on, I couldn't think of anyone.
But, who was that one man? I can't remember. I know that he's important to me.
I try to piece it together when Touka looks behind her and catches me being awake. "Hey, can you walk?" She asked.
I shook my head slowly, my legs felt like they'd snap if I tried to put any weight on them. Touka bit her lip and kept running through the tunnel. Behind us were some others, all in cloaks like hers. Disguises.
I remember some of their faces from being with Ayato. That was his name right? Touka's brother?
I don't like not being able to think straight. But I begin to hear something as we reach a light at the end of the tunnel. I squint my eyes as we emit through into an opening.
Lights flashed onto us, and we're met with about a dozen CCG soldiers waiting at the exit. They all have they guns aimed at us. Touka cursed under her breath, and looked around for some sense of escape.
Through the crowd, a man came through holding a large machine in his hand. Two large cylinder shapes were stuck into a handle. He had a puffed up hair job and a large mustache. He took a deep breath as he talked to his comrades.
"Let me take care of this, men!" He said in his loud and triumphant voice. "They are no match for my Higher Mind!"
"Tanakamaru! But we-!" Said one soldier, but he thrust a hand into his face.
"No! I can't have my underlings being injured by..." he said as he pointed his weapon at us, and suddenly a large blast of electricity came from it. "Raaaaaaaaats!"
Touka threw me aside, another person catching me. Everyone ducked and dodged, but sadly I saw one of the men get strikes in the blast, he screamed shortly, then instantly cut off as he fell to the ground, charred.
"Shit..." said the man that caught me, everyone around us probably didn't think we'd be attacked. But why try? It's useless to try and get out of here.
I curled up on the ground and held my stomach, the growling began again. I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm hungry. I'm really hungry. I need to wait for my next meal-
No. I'm not in my cell.
That means I can eat, to my hearts content.
A smile goes to my face as I push myself up. The others around me look confused. "Yasuhisa, you should stay down!" Warned one of them, looking worried.
I wave them off and walk towards the humans. The large man named Tanakamaru gave me a squinted look, scanning me.
"That clothing... a prisoner?" He said out loud in his wonder.
Hungry. That's food in front of me. Not a person, but food. That's what I have to do right? I have to eat that, right?
I smile, suddenly running forward, I'm right in front of him within a half a second. He makes a panicked face, and takes a step back, but I send my hand into his shoulder, pulling out some meat.
He let out a scream of pain. The other investigators looked at me with wide eyes. I look down at the meat in my hand, covered in blood. I bring it to my mouth, the scent smelled great. But I freeze once I hear Touka yell my name.
Only for a second though, the next moment I shove the meat into my mouth and crunch on the muscle, swallowing it nearly whole and almost choking. The taste is just how I remember it, but something's off... I remember a seasoning that used to be on the meat... and it was made on a plate.
Compared to this...
"This is disgusting." I said, looking down at my hand, covered in blood. In the distance I could hear blades of a helicopter, but I could also he the sound of guns being pointed at me.
I look over at the other soldiers and grow a small smile. "Where is my favorite meal?"
(It took me awhile to make this part, but I finally did it! I probably won't update for awhile cause of "summer activities", but hold on! Nonetheless I hope you enjoyed and have a wonderful day!) - MnMs171