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Ken stood within a crowd of civilians. His white hair stood out from the other colors but brought him no attention. It wasn't the wildest/oddest thing that anyone has seen.
He blinks.
His natural black eyes stay forward. Ken synchronizes with the civilians in walking. There was no rush to this destination; the streets were soon packed with people going in different directions.
Unconsciously, he stops in the middle looking at the screen TVs just outside a large building. Nobody stops nor glances and continues walking around him. He felt nostalgic.
"Oh my god-" a high-pitched voice spoke closely behind him, "look, it's Hawks!" The crowd's focus immediately went to a blond male whose bright red wings flapped behind him as he lowered himself to the ground.
"Oh, excuse me, ladies," he said rather cheery, "isn't it such a lovely day?- oh yeah, I will take pictures." Lights were soon flashing at the man who gracefully took it and took photos with fans.
A red feather detached from his wings. Hawks seemed unaffected and kept talking to his rabid fans who circled him. Minutes later, it came back carrying a woman by her clothing who struggled and loudly expressed profanity.
"He's so cool! Capturing a villain while remaining one spot is simply ama-"
Ken walked away.
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"You're a rather fascinating person, Eyepatch." A breeze of smoke drifted in the air.
"..."
Grey eyes twinkle in amusement at Eyepatch, who remained silent in the small interaction.
"Well kid, the closest suicidal area is five hours from here--" They dragged the cigarette back to their lips, "unless you want them alive... certain arrangements can be made." White hair swayed, "no, thank you."
Giran, the grey-eyed man, hummed smugly.
"whatever a client wants." He puffed out smoke.
A single eye blinked from Eyepatch who's other eye was covered up. There was nothing he could do about it. Giran was the only one who knew about his condition. The price was a simple exchange of equal value.
Giran's hand slipped into his coat pocket, pulling out a small piece of paper, "here." He tapped on it as he slid it down on the table.
"It's better to go after midnight. I heard from my men that heroes like to appear randomly to apprehend strays."
An eye shifted to the side, radiating 'okay...? So what?' energy that made Giran stifle a laugh. This kind of problem was no issue to Eyepatch. He was on the lookout not long before this.
Mhm, he nodded. He took hold of the paper that had an address scribble and tucked it in his pocket. The single eye stared back into the pair of his 'supplier.'
"You'll find it near an alley near 3rd street west from the abandoned building." Eyepatch said before walking away, closing the door on his way out.
In silence, Giran let out a rough laugh throwing his head back, "He got some spunk there." A whiff of smoke drifted in the air.
"Let's see where it takes us then."
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Ken took hold of the railing, leaning without fear. The only light that shone upon him was the moonlight. His eyes drifted below him, showing him a cast of dead bodies in awkward positions, a sign of suicide or unfortunate luck. Black eyes didn't waver at sight nor the smell of rotting bodies.
He drew a sharp breath when the air breeze changed direction. Opening his eyes, he took a final view below and walked away. A duffle bag was now hanging off his shoulder as he walked over the railing and skid down.
He landed near someone's shoulder, almost stumbling.
'I'm sorry.' He kneeled in a praying stance paying his respect to the body that was going to be eaten by him.
Dismembering the body, he wrapped it in cloth before inserting it into the duffle. He took one body, leaving the rest for later. Luckily for him, a ghoul could live off of one flesh of an arm or leg for a month, saving the rest for a later time.
Once again, he stood up, turning away from the scene, knowing he would come back.
It was just a matter of time.
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Eyepatch roamed the partly lit area. A single eye drifted along the pavement with solely no emotion-tingling black eyes appearing solemnly gray. There was no one near him; everyone kept a distance, staying close to known ones. Not one single thought of terror entered his mind as he walked through a dangerous area that frightens heroes who stayed in safer areas.
"league of villains? You say..." a voice drifted, "yeah, apparently their main goal is to kill All Might."
A cackle of laughter rang out, "All Might? That sounds too good to be true." The announcement got the attention of a few thugs who approached the duo.
"Well, they did say they're looking for some men's power...? But you will have to take it up to Giran. He will tell you who to contact." The anonymous thug pointed in a random direction.
"All Might...?" The name rolled off from Eyepatch's tongue, sounding out of place. He heard of the man from the streets. The smiling face of a blond male plastered in billiards and posters.
"Hey, you--" His long pale finger pointed at someone randomly from the crowd, "what?" They rudely shot back, flinching slightly, once they got a good view of the mask and eye.
"Tell me everything about All Might that there is to know."
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06/22/2021: finished writing
I have never read the manga and dropped season 3 of Tokyo ghoul. I've read that his eyes in the manga are black so I went off by that instead of gray in the anime.
If you see anything out of place or weirdly place let me know so I can fix it!
