OC Tokyo Ghoul Fanfiction

Chapter 2

The light creeps through the silent mouths of the window’s blinds, a gently swaying a harmonic scene. A peace trance. Sasoriza’s clung to the blankets of warmth, he shifted onto his left shoulder, wrapping him a cocoon of warmth. His black, sleek fringe draped over his head which rested, content and at peace with the pillow. Nails turned to claws as he clung deeper into the sheets like a lonely child, a smile comfortably whispering unto his lips.

A creek. A scent.

Red pupils burned open as the black sclera gleamed in hunger, gritted teeth sieving as red and purple liquid spouted from his tail-bone. The coloured liquids swirled together forming a scorpion appendage, as sweat dripped from his eyelids and the boys pale fingers dug deeper into the sheets, nails tearing through the fabric. The appendage was tipped mimicking a scythe, that same scythe flung itself sideway, hooking the new scents neck and driving him to the floor. The red pupils focused quickly upon the now familiar scent, Sasoriza’s mouth a muddle of drool. Then.

Realisation.

The sclera brightened and faded to white as the red pupils died down to a more mellow tone. Sasoriza’s eyes cast over the teens stained purple shirt, creases riveting up and down and throughout it, almost giving the impression it hadn’t been washed in weeks. Small red dots slandering it. The usual leather jacket wavy in the gently breeze. His fair skin was not pale, he seemed healthier and his lips curved into a smirk.

“Sasoriza-chan,” the scent says, his eyes gleaming, normal, “Don’t push your luck.”

Sasoriza could not believe his eyes…his appendage suddenly retracted, the Kagune vanishing into nothing as the Bikaku wielder’s eyes became soft and his face bleed of surprise and regret.

He outstretches his hand towards the scent, his following words expressive and apologetic,

“D-Dākujōkā chan…” he stutters, still shocked and taken aback by his own actions, “I swear I didn-”

Dākujōkā laughs wholeheartedly, “its fine,” he chimes in, his lips still a smirk, “But if you had given me a heads up I would’ve totally taken you.”

Sasoriza’s face goes sceptical. True…Dākujōkā was four years older than Sasoriza himself, but the Rinkaku wielder was far from patient and in fact was the most highly impulsive person Sasoriza had ever met. Spiders were not known to be the most ruthless and stubborn of creatures but the man the CCG had labelled the ‘Arachnid’ certainly lived up to that monarch. Physically Sasoriza would earnestly say he was not the most imposing person, and neither was Dākujōkā. However the 20 year old had presence, it wasn’t in abundance but it was enough to put you slightly of your game. Especially if his Kakuja was active. “No…” the 16 year old calmly states, “I can’t see that happening.”

“Excuse me?” Dākujōkā scoffs, his tone slightly offended by his face sarcastic, “I totally could! Mate, in all honesty, you might have your Bikaku, but I’m all power here. I’d take you out faster than the One-Eyed Owl wiped out those CCG investigators ten years back!”

The statement rattled through Sasoriza. Not many people had the nerve to mention the One-Eyed Owl, let alone compared themselves in some shape or form to the Triple S ghoul. However Dākujōkā was definitely one of those people. Just another example of how the 20 year old was impulsive and sometimes highly over-confident. Sasoriza muttered something about a duel and immediately regretted that decision. He had just managed to dodge the First Rinkaku has the other six of seven sprouted, their scaly orange colour and purple outlines swaying menacingly. The scorpion appendage snapped to life and slices at all four of the Rinkaku wearily, forcing them back.

“No.” Sasoriza stated coldly, “Stop.” 

His friend and part-time mentor was not paying attention, his pupils red and gleaming, the sclera seemingly voided. The tentacles ripped forwards as Sasoriza evaded with ease, barely using his Kagune offensively. “Dākujōkā-chan!” he roars, dodging several more attacks, having to use the room to use advantage. He flipped with ease over the bed prompted it up as cover as the tentacles roared down once more. They crashed against bed with a loud clang as the teen leapt upwards, planting himself horizontal and feet first against the wall. He pushed forwards off the wall and aimed his Kagune well, using several slices to disarm the Rinkaku. Landing in a crouched position, he stood to his feet and turned to examine his handiwork.

Boom.

The force of the first shot struck upon him like a runaway bus to a car. The second and third strikes drove him further back, wildly dazed as the tentacles wrapped around Sasoriza’s wrists and ankles and the Rinkaku drove him to the wall. The teen’s eyes narrowed, they hadn’t changed, even with his Kagune. He repeated his words.

“Stop. Now.”

The tone was darker…colder. Stern. Like his Rinkaku it pierced through to Dākujōkā, enlightening his mind and breaking the icy numbness that had consumed it. The red eyes faded and the sclera turned to a snowy white. The 20 year olds head shifted down, hung in shame as the Rinkaku retreated, their orange and purple limbs still gleaming proudly. The elder of the too looks up and smiles, “Here,” he murmurs, pulling a small container from his leather pockets, “Eat.”

Trying to lighten the mood, Sasoriza smiles and accepts the container. A familiar scents whirls up his nostrils and he smiles, happily stating, “Not human this time? You remembered?”

“Y-Yeah,” grins Dākujōkā trying to recover from his mistake, “Duh Sasoriza-chan!” he chimes a bit more happily, “You know we both don’t want a repeat of last time!”

Sasoriza grins as he opens the container, he looks and makes eye contact with his part-time mentor, his four right fingers tapping rapidly against the container, a temptation to join. But the friend shakes his head and smiles, basically saying, ‘all you’.

Sasoriza grips the fresh meat, lapping into the meat gently as he raises it to his lips. His teeth connect with the meat as he chews slowly, allowing a small bit to hastily slip down his throat. He stops as a thought drips into his mind, “I’m hoping you didn’t kill anyone for this.” his says, slightly concerned.

“Nah,” he replies calmly, “It’s your usual. Find a corpse, yada,yada.”

The student smiles and eats happily.

“Good.”