Touka Kirishima was the star of the show when it came to her team, Anteiku :RE. Her dancing was on point, moves perfectly timed and her voice was strong and rang out through the auditorium their team practiced in. Her body was sleek and her features were something to look at through her silken purple locks. Her team was a strong supporter of her and complimented most everything about her. She was said to be the poster girl of the team and that is exactly what she was.
The lean figure was perched atop a raised block around her teammates and practiced a song that was rather explicit for the world of choirs- but considering the male fan base she held, it was a push from their coach for them to do something 'sexy'. Initially, the song ended up being "Talking Body" by Tove Lo. Luckily the song ended up being a decent fit for her vocals and allowed the group a ton of opportunity to have their shot.
The dance was fairly simple, but they didn't exactly practice it until they had the song down. It wouldn't take them too long considering they were in the auditorium for three hours a day practicing. One hour before school, two hours after. Her group was mainly college students that shared her interest and studied by day, dancing by night.
There was Nishiki. A tall redhead who obviously had the hots for another girl in the group, Kimi, but the poor girl was always busy with her studies and dances to even care to notice the man who made fawn eyes at her every time his eyes rested on her.
Hinami, the youngest of the group and still a high schooler, really was an impressive gal who Touka was certain would take her place when she graduated. Her vocals were on the high end but she hit the notes as best as any college student.
Of course there were many more, but those three were the ones she knew on a personal level rather than a professional level.
In the middle of her solo, she heard an oddly familiar phone go off and froze.
"Shit, guys, I'm sorry about that. I'll go mute it and we'll start off where we left off."
"No, we can actually take a break." Their coaches voice broke the silence. Touka's head turned in the direction of the woman and found herself face to face with Akira Mado. A business woman most of the time who was well involved with the federal police and such. Her side job was instruction them and absolutely hating her lead singer with a passion.
Touka had a rough past and was known to be with the wrong group in high school but swore she would change her ways. That is the only way she got into Anteiku :RE. She had seen Akira for years and felt like she owed the woman for helping her adapt to a new community but the investigator would always snap at her if she tried to bond with her like she would her friends.
Being shooed off the stage to her phone, she picked up the device and immediately noticed the text from her brother. Ayato Kirishima, an intelligent student who usually kept to himself and only dared to speak when he felt it was right. Rebellious, dark, mysterious, the girls usually fell for him and fast.
Eyes scanning the text, a small snort left her as she read it out loud to her group.
"Agori Ghouls has a new member that will certainly beat your ass."
A small chuckle sounded across the room as she returned the text with the usual, probably not and in your dreams.
The message was returned in a moments notice. Ayato said that the new guy knew his sister, Touka.
Dropping the phone with a roll of her eyes, Touka clapped her hands and gathered the group to explain what was going on. Nothing new. Just had to stay as fit as always.
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The purple haired girl was dead. Totally and utterly dead when she arrived at her dorm and threw open the door. Looks like Yoriko wasn't here. Odd. Trudging to her bed, she flopped down and groaned into the mattress. They had ran two miles today, lifted for ten minutes and worked their core for twenty. What were they, a track team now?
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What Can't Be Remembered (Touken/Haika AU)
FanficBased on the 30 day writing challenge on Tumblr. Teen Audience or Older, Recommended All rights reserved. I own neither Tokyo Ghoul, the characters, nor the art. Just the arrangement of words. Kind of.