"(Name)-chan, please stop. I’d rather you screw around in someone else’s shop if you’re so bored.”
“Maybe I’ll go find a human to play with,” you drawled in return, inspecting your nails as Uta began to weave through the displayed masks, headed toward you.
"Humans are not to be toyed with," Uta scolded you quietly, pushing your shoes off his table with tentative fingers. He held up and scrutinized a pin and some tool with a flattened end, pointing it lazily in your direction. His red and black eyes bled mischief.
"You're not supposed to play with your food."
You chuckled lightly as he turned and leaned against the wood desk, pulling out his sketch pad from a drawer without looking. There stretched a comfortable s
You flashed the male ghoul beside you a bright smile as you put the carton you were carrying down on the floor next to many other moving boxes.
"Don't mention it, (f/n). We're old friends, after all, aren't we?"
Even though his words kept a kind tone, Uta's expression remained completely blank to which you couldn't but crack a small smile.
Uta hadn't changed at all since you'd seen him the last time – and that was nearly 6 years ago. He was still the nice and friendly, even if sadistic, guy with the expressionless face. Back then you'd been good friends with him, Itori and Yomo and you guys had used to constantly hang out together.
It really was a coincidence that you'd run after all those years again into your tattooed friend and your small smile turned into a wide grin as various memories about 'the good old days' with your childhood friends flashed through your mind.
"So, which c
Shivering slightly, you pulled your scarf closer to your face and slipped your gloves back on before gathering several store bags filled with newly purchased items and stepping out onto the snow-covered sidewalk. Normally, you weren't a huge fan of celebrating the holidays. You always thought the idea of gift-giving and being festive was highly overrated.
But this year was different. This year, you would be celebrating Christmas for the very first time with the one person in your life who meant the most to you.
After making one final stop to pick up a 'gift' you had ordered several days earlier from a local caf&
Your (e/c) hues lit up as they spotted a mask shop. You were intrigued by such things. Yoshimura warned you he had a habit of scaring newcomers, but you didn't take him seriously. That is, until he actually did it, a scream escaping your lips as you put your right hand on your chest, feeling your heart pound like it was about to
Why was it him? Why do you date a human who is an investigator? You couldn’t answer those questions by yourself. Every time when your friends ask you about human you don’t know what to say.
Sometimes you dream about begin a human. All you wish is eat some cake and feel the sweet taste, have an alive family and don’t have any secrets to conceal from your beloved ones. Every day you have to hide your real self in fear to get killed.
You are sure, if you say Juuzou about your beginning, he would kill you. He was an investigator after all. Why has your life to be so hard? Why couldn’t it be normal?
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Crack. Snap. Scream.
His screaming was agony. It wretched your soul and tore at your heart.
You tried again:
“Stop… stop it,” your voice was meek and horse, but steadily, it grew stronger. “Stop it, please! HAVEN’T YOU DONE ENOUGH!!?
The tears streamed past the musty blindfold, and the room hushed with an eerie quiet. The only thing that could be heard was the steady flow of hot blood onto cold stone. There was a noise, like the shuffling of fabric against skin, and thundering footsteps followed. They were coming toward you. He was coming toward you.
Not that Amon knew her personally. But from what he had observed -not stalked- the way she treated the children and the people around her during her mornings, he could tell she was kind hearted. He could bet that even killing a fly would crush her heart.
She looked so pure and elegant. So kind and loving. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair always looked like it was newly washed and her (e/c) ey
They say we are what we are
"The ghouls must be exterminated, and our top priority is the mass amount of dangerous ghouls gathering in the 20th Ward. Something big is going to happen, and we need to send out more personnel ASAP!" The head boss of the CCG yelled, receiving various grunts and yells of agreements from the assortment of investigators.
But we don't have to be
You sat boredly between Amon and Juuzou, your legs kicked up beside Juuzou's on the desk, picking at the dirt beneath your nails. You sighed at the
The roof, although played out to be a nice place where bentos could be shared romantically, wasn't that great. Whoever chose this spot for you both to meet up was earning your slight irritation at the moment. A nice skirt that you bought recently was now covered in filth, but it may have been your own fault for sitting down.
Not a peep came from anywhere. Simply just the wind's rustling, accompanied with your sighing. There were plenty of things to do, so why was it you were standing here? People were tricksters after all, they had no boundaries. Toying with emotions by placing a note wasn't an uncommon thing, but you couldn't find a reason for som
Wipe that smile off of your face, it's annoying. Don't smile when I do this.
I'm getting pissed off, and loosing my cool. A human isn't supposed to affect me like this. Your smiles isn't supposed to warm my heart. Your smiles isn't supposed to make me feel disgusted for doing this. Your smile isn't supposed to give me the feeling that I should cry.
Your voice, it echoes in my head, even if you're not speaking. I always hear it, and it pisses me off. You're only human! You're food, nothing more! Your voice is so beautiful, yet it annoys me to now end. Why? Because I love your voice, that's why.
How can such a petite human girl make a gourmet ghoul like me feel love? Not even Kaneki, the half-ghoul with the one of a kind sent, can make my heart beat so fast, so out of rhythm. It make me angry, it makes me go mad since I can't understand the situation.
How did it even start?
Suzuya, who had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist from behind as you sat on his lap, watched how your fingers typed furiously and let out another large, bored sound out of his throat before snuggling closer to the crook of your neck with his face; the cold tip of his nose touching your warm skin.
“[Name], I'm bored.” His voice slightly drifted to a monotone tone but you could clearly hear the whine and pout forming his slim lips.
“I'm trying to work, Juuzou”, you exclaimed with a big sigh escaping your lips as your eyes still remained glued on the computer screen in front of you.
“[Name]”, the white haired male whined loudly as he dragged out the last letters of your name and squeezed your body in his arms. “Pay attention to me.”
You closed your eyes and let out a tiny groan as you titled your head back. The fingers of yours slowed down th
Sometimes you wondered if Uta even slept the way his eyes regarded you with alertness shrouded behind a mien of coolness, a look you always saw past. His dark eyes would be the first thing you saw because of how much he 'enjoys seeing you so innocent.'
But today, as you slowly surfaced into the realm of the living, your bleary gaze focused on a peacefully dozing Uta.
You stared at him in shock; how many mornings had you spent with him, only to wake to his probing hands or gentle kisses? Aside from being surprised, you immediately set to burn the image of his mouth being slightly parted, his eyebrows perked up, small nasally inhales filling the silence exuding peace.
Uta made a noise to puncture your moments of observance, his lips forming around incomprehensible sleep jargon. You barely suppressed a laugh when he kicked his legs out, jutting you in the shins.
To avoid further conflict between flying limbs, you tangled your
Life filled with vanity
Colors have faded
Things you desire exist here
Flee from this colorless world
His dark eyes were fixed on the ceiling fan as he laid there with his arms crossed behind his head, his white bangs loosely framing his pale face.
Kaneki Ken was currently resting in a cheap motel with his companions and tried his best to get a wink of sleep while old memories started to haunt his mind.
Some good, some rather bad.
Everytime when he wasn't busy he would remember the day that he had met you. His sweet human girlfriend.
Back then when you had met he was still human and too foolish to understand how you were feeling towards him, went out with Rize instead and so his life had flipped dramatically.
How many times did he questioned himself: What if?
What if he had gone out with you instead?
He would be still able to enjoy a normal life, with his best friend Hideyoshi and an adorabl
"One Cappuccino, please." You requested with a smile. The waitress quickly scribbled down your order before walking over to the next table.
Today, you were in an incredibly cheerful mood.
Not because it was a beautifully warm and sunny day. And not even because you passed your college entrance exams with flying colors.
Today, you were finally able to spend some time with your signicant other.
While a trip to the local coffee shop wasn't exactly your idea of a romantic date, you certainly weren't about to complain.
In recent weeks, having alone time with Ayato was a somewhat difficult task.
So you planned on making the most of the time you were together, no matter what.
After receiving your hot beverages, Ayato noticed your bubbly demeanor.
"Why the Hell are you so happy?" He asked, eyeing you suspiciously.
"We haven't been spending much time together recently, so I was happy when you invited me out for coffee." You replied b
You watched him working, curiousity shining in your eyes.
There was something so fascinating about the way your father worked. He would hunch over in his stool, stooping over his desk that was littered with carving tools and squares of leather and sketch sheets. There was a cup on the table, painted with "#1 Dad" and decorated with (f/c) (favourite animals). It was last years Father's Day gift, which you'd given him so he could hold his pencils in. But he had so many that they spilled out of their holder and across the table top.
"Why are you so pretty?"
Uta blinked owlishly at you, face impassive.
But his black sclera and red irises shimmered with something soft and loving.
"It's because you're so pretty. Only a worthy father could create something as wonderful as you," he hummed, voice gentle and calm like it always was. No matter how bold you were, annoying his customers or rooting through his things and finding that clown mask he kept hidden (which he made you swear
“_______!” Now a male voice was heard. Amon looked at the grey door thinking that he had just heard Suzuya’s voice.
Taking another step closer to the door, he placed his ear to it to hear the voices better. “Suzuya~ I want more~” The female voice sounded playful to Amon’s ears.
“More so soon? You already had enough!” Suzuya said as then Amon could hear the female laugh through the door and then shuffling could be heard.
“Mhmm! Its so good! I want more~” He heard her laugh. Amon took a few steps back placing his hand on the door handle ready to see what he had been listening to. The knob turned soon opening the door, Amon moved his eyesight from his hand to see Suzuya holding you in his lap.
“What is going on?