the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

esoteric poetry

"Have I ever told you your kagune looks like a tentacle from those hentai porn videos?" Gashtar said, he was inebriated.

"All kagunes look like that," I replied, annoyed.

"Amon's doesn't, does that mean anything? Maybe he's into yaoi?"

"I'm pretty sure he jerks it to videos of old ladies crossing the street."

"Isn't that what yaoi is?"

"Yaoi is old men crossing the street."

"I can see how that's hot actually."I gave him a glare.

"What kind of meeting is this?" I growled. "Amon's not even here."

"I think I'm having a spiritual awakening."

"Oh yeah? What's the spirit saying 'I'm a useless drunkard?' I didn't even know ghouls could drink alcohol."

"It's menstrual blood."

"That's disgusting."

"I'm just kidding, it's acid hahaha I love seahorses."

"We're going into combat," I reminded him sharply. "Get it together."

"Remember you're going to be protecting me," he said. "Don't forget or I'm gonna call the seahorse police, they ride seahorse-mobiles haha I want a pet seahorse, don't seahorses eat dog food?"

"I'm leaving."

"Want some acid I think I can taste the color of your hair, you look just like Kurt Cobain, isn't your name Cindy or some other American shit? Sushi? Isn't that what they name their kids in Africa? I love Japan and its horses." I left the room disgruntled and made my way back to the corridor where Amon and I had secretly assigned as our meeting room. Amon greeted me there.

"How did the meeting go, Akira?" he asked.

"Productive," I lied. "Just kidding, he's an idiot." His expression became more serious.

"What are we going to do?"

"We play our role as babysitter and follow through with the combat plan we've established, capturing base F and moving on to T as planned. I found out through Gashtar's idiocy that the original plan was to torture Rasdar's daughter and then indirectly ransom her for money and weapons. He believed that not killing his daughter would spare him and Rasdar would follow through as planned. He clearly is inexperienced. Seeing his fear of death I'm certain he has not been in direct combat with other gang members, only committing violence when given an upper hand such as collective assault and kidnapping or being in the presence of other corresponding gang ghouls."

"And that means?"

"It means a ransom plan has already been established and set in motion so someone directly coming from Rasdar's command will be coming to collect his daughter. When it becomes known that she is dead Rasdar will start a war as Gashtar predicted, Gashtar's illogical thinking that taking over base T would neutralize Rasdar's intentions of slaughtering them.

"Our mission is to intercept the ransom messenger and somehow use him as a medium to come in contact with Rasdar. I haven't thought of how we'll be able to execute it yet. The point of accompanying the Merdetaros is to come in contact with the messenger as that's who they will be seeking." Amon nodded, looking impressed again.

"Well done."

"Thanks, ha."

"Takizawa would be jealous," he added with a smile. I punched him in the shoulder. He punched me back.

"Yo, I killed a ghoul with my bare hands, don't mess with me."

"From what I heard you used your teeth, that's cheating."

"When was thinking outside the box cheating? Culture these days are dumbin' down kids with their nintenda's and pokeman - it's all because of those violent video games and the invention of contraceptives."

Suddenly Amon hugged me, my eyes widened with surprise.

"You're just as sweet as you are sarcastic, you know that?" I was suddenly blushing so hard. I grabbed his tie as I did before that one time.

"The problem is... you're just too small," I whispered and he bent down to kiss me. At that moment it felt like I was metaphorically drinking him in, filling my veins with electric passion and vibrancy. I felt like a vessel for his emotions, his ecstasy and beauty filling the crevices in my soul I didn't know I had - not crevices of emptiness but crevices of potential. The world seemed to stop turning and all I could comprehend was this moment, this beautiful, intimate moment with the man I truly loved. My passion and love for him was ineffably large, expanding and flourishing with each passing moment.

"I love you," he whispered. "You're all I've ever wanted."

"You're everything I need," I whispered back and stayed locked in an embrace. Before I knew it we were removing each others clothes, tracing the dips and curves of his body, him running his hand over the contours of mine. It felt like our essences were dancing together, moving with grace and eloquence, spiraling in the air in a fluid choreography of love and beauty. Our dance floor was a land of lavish colors and vibrant music, the two blending together into vivid poetry written with brushstrokes of sounds. Sounds of water, sounds of fireflies and summer, sounds of wooden guitars and humming bass, all integrating into us with each dip and step, with each twirl and embrace. His body fit perfectly with mine, we were melting into each other with magnificence and magic, he was an integral part of me and he always would be. We slept locked in each others bodies, lacking anything that could separate us just like the perennial connection we would always have.