OC Tokyo Ghoul Fanfiction

Chapter 1

A rippling screech belts through the darkness.

Black. Utter Ebony.

His back gnaws, claws, scratches at the wall. The fabric of his leather jacket grinding into the concrete edged wall. The brittle bricks brushing bloodily into his spine. The red tentacle had pierced his kidney, and was slowly piercing into his intestines. The victim's arched even tenser as his red pupils widen and black sclera shivered in fear. He was defenceless. Vulnerable. Isolated. His toes wriggled raised a full metre of the asphalt, the numbness dripping from his feet and upwards. His fingertips a shade of pale that he had never seen before. His throat croaked as the tentacle dug deeper like a knife prickling into your skin slowly. The predator's pupils gazed lustfully upon him, his teeth pressed together so hard that they grinding like metal against metal.

"You...smell...rich...tasteful...exotic..."

His words were so mellow and calm they could have almost been mistaken for compliments. Almost. His victim wormed and wriggled, trying to free himself from the ghoul's grasp. The tentacle sunk into him deeper and deeper, piercing though his intestines, slithering into his stomach. Rivers welled under the victims eyes. His name was Sasoriza Koseidai. His ebony coloured hair laced his eyes in contrast with his pale skin. His ghoul eyes much similar to his normal, the red a constant factor. The tentacle retreated slowly as the victim's tiptoes slowly and agonisingly reached the asphalt, his body slumping unto his side. The predator lurked a sinister smile, his eyes blaze with hunger at the weakened feast. Weaken Prey that lay before him.

"Koseidai-San," the predator's inky black suit meddling well with the moonlit gloom, his red glowing pupils eying the teen warily, "Let me taste you..." he murmurs, tone melodramatic, blood red Rinkaku trembling in anticipation. "Let me consume you..." the predator continues, two of his tentacles slowly searching their way up Sasoriza's legs, the others gracing the boy's fingertips. The suit arches back as he breathes in deeply, the teens scent riling into his nostrils. A wicked, wheezing, whimsically vile cackle erupts from his lips as he gazes up into the stars arms clawed and outstretched. The predator's rank on the food chain is suddenly ripped away as he flies across the alleyway, tossing and tumbling hard against the asphalt.

The Carnivore recovers landing in hunched over position much like a human imitating a tiger, nails digging into the asphalt creating a chalk to board scraping sound. His mouth splits open, teeth unleashing a lustful snarl, waves of salvia and drool waking from his lips to his chin. His replacement as top of the food chain smiled gleefully, a black wave cloaking his shoulders and sides, blood red a shade contrasting the centre of the wave. A scarf wraps, a violet anaconda around his neck, and billows in the breeze. To his sides hover four identical tentacles, their scales constantly shifting between a faded violet and a bright glaring orange, they withered up and down slowly as the newcomers pupils glared at the predator. His posture was absolutely still for a mere second before his black hair was flung back by his sudden acceleration, Rinkaku rushing forwards driven full force at the predator.  

The carnivore side stepped dodging, he leapt forwards, his Rinkaku mimicking the newcomers, charging forwards.  The outsiders Upper Rinkaku blocked his attack with his oppenants as the bottom two added projection along with his feet as he rose upwards, salvia spewing from his lips as his eyebrows narrowed. The upper tentacles shoved themselves upwards, pushing the Predators upper two high into the air for a few seconds, enough time for the latecomers top Rinkaku to drive downwards colliding with enough force to turn some asphalt to smoke and rubble. He frowned as the fog cleared and the Carnivore was nowhere to be seen, his face and eyes remained tense and uptight. A new cry of shock and surprise caught the newcomer's attention as his eyes arched upwards to see the carnivore whom had originally hidden within the shadows of a nearby rooftop vanish as giant scaled wings hauled him into obscurity.

Silence.

No...wheezing...

Sasoriza's vision was pale, his breathes as shallow as air was transparent. His body ached and shivered, yet he could feel nothing. Sense nothing. Whether salvia dripping and foamed over his lips as if a high tide, or if his fingers blackened much like the night sky, he never knew. The newcomer stood over him, a genuine smile across his ghoulish lips, which allowed several ticking noises to escape.

"Mm," he began, tone surprisingly sarcastic and yet critical, compared to usual upbeat and roaring tone, "Sasoriza-chan." He pauses, outstretching his hand, fingers fairly pale under the night's watchful gaze. Sasoriza follows, his right arm shivering, raising weakly, his leather jacket clinging to him tightly. His pale lips utter a singular word. A singular word before the surround glooms consumes him, and his vision voids.

"...Dākujōkā..."