the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

Enter: Akira

  Forced into a world of violence and tragedy at an early age had left me misanthropic to a degree. I knew the depth of barbarity living creatures were capable of, how they were able to shed all morality discard the vestiges of their humanity when in the right circumstance, when given the potential to gain influence, power and riches and to proliferate their starting assets. I trusted no one and intended to project an exterior of apathy to those around me. I did enjoy some things, I had a soft spot for cats and spent my free time solving trivial puzzles, but other than that I didn't engage with anyone or take part in other activities. I dedicated most of my time delving into research pertaining to my work and improving my reports to make them as detailed and concise as possible. 
    For most of my life I was indoctrinated by the popular dogma pertaining to drugs and other narcotics, that it was a contemptible habit practiced by sleazy leeches of society, mindless, idiotic nobodies that tainted society with their vile existence and dragged everyone and everything associated with them into a nadir of suffering and deterioration. I never thought I would be the kind of person to become involved in such a thing. Drugs were an intangible, abhorrent fantasy, I didn't really grasp the reality of them, to me they were more like evil lore gossiped and rumored about but didn't really exist, let alone something I would ever become involved in. So at the moment of discovering I would take part in a case revolving around drugs I didn't comprehend the magnitude of it.
     "Of course," I replied at the end of my superior's explanation of the case. "No problem, I will see that it's completed efficiently and quickly, you have my best effort." The case pertained to ghouls of course, as that was the primary objective of the CCG - to intervene and counter ghoul destruction and crime. I hadn't known this before but there was a large underground market of drugs distributed and sold between ghouls, general high grade narcotics such as cocaine and heroin had a profound effect in enhancing their abilities and strength, perpetuating and encouraging gang violence and violence on human civilians. My mission was to assassinate the prime leader of ghoul drug trafficking Rasdar MacLean in order to intercept the trade and halt its widespread practice and ability to perform these trades.
     The last words in the description of the case caught me off guard:
     "Amon Koutarou will be accompanying you in this case, you are to work as his partner - try to get along, okay?"
     Amon was my superior, and to be honest I liked him. He was awkward and shy, but in an endearing and cute way. We had interacted many times before - specifically when I had gotten drunk and he carried me home and made sure I was okay through the night, and in fact he had bought me a cute cat keychain at one point.
    I had three days to gather my supplies and necessary tools to complete this case, the location of our mission was a large ghetto outside of Tokyo, the disparity in development and wealth between the two towns made it easy to overlook, and was ignored for the most part - making it an ideal area for underground crime to breed and operate.
     I had done many missions before so I didn't think much about the significance of this case, it seemed easy, kill a guy and be over with it, I had killed many ghouls before and had an impressive array of quinques to show for it. I had a particular fondness of quinques, especially a predilection for my signature spine-like quinque.
     At the time I was walking home, it was a lovely summer night with stars gleaming overhead, dappling moonlight shimmering on the ground and lukewarm air swirling through the town in deep swells of wind. The smell of summer was wonderful and ample, the sweet smell of flowers hanging in the air and an ineffable peatiness present as well.
      I gazed up at the stars and embraced the wonder of the night, I loved summer so much. I supposed I didn't have much time to enjoy it until I was obligated to become involved in the mission, I hadn't been to the ghetto before so I had no recollection or idea of its environment, but it was one of the poorest ghettos in Japan so it must not be enjoyable to stay in. For some reason the thought of Amon accompanying me left a feeling of fuzzy warmth in my stomach, did I love him? Pfft, I was Akira Mado, I didn't need boys or romance, all that mattered was completing my missions and following orders, right? Still, I couldn't help smiling at the thought of Amon and there was a certain excitement beginning to bubble inside of me. This was going to be a very interesting mission.