the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

new tactics

Part of the CCG training as with any militarized organization was the desensitization of empathy and reinforcement of dogma stating that all enemies were subhuman. That their elimination had no moral ramifications and their entire existence was defined only by their opposition against us or the transgressions we were indoctrinated to believe they committed. This belief exacerbated by my own personal vendetta against ghouls allowed me to murder and slaughter them without remorse or even a second thought of their significance. They were objects in my way that impeded on my mission to eliminate all of them in the name of pseudo justice. My father believed they were incapable of genuine emotion and therefore were malignant animals to be rooted out. I believed him as I had no exposure to anything that proved the contrary. But at this moment, seeing this ghoul impale himself through the throat in the name of giving us a weapon to combat other ghouls left me astonished.

  The ghoul collapsed to his knees and fell over, blood spilling in pools at the jagged puncture wound, his kagune still pulsing. Amon stepped back, just as shocked as I was. I didn't even get to say goodbye to Marcus, as I knew from the position of his body and wound that he was dead immediately. Snapping back to his senses Amon ran up to me.

  "Akira, are you okay?" he asked urgently. I made it to my feet, although I was still trembling in shock.

  "Yes, I'm fine." I crouched next to the corpse. "Let's make the quinque immediately." Surprisingly my voice was emotionless and calm, perhaps out of shock? After following the procedure we buried the corpse outside of the ghetto next to a laden woods. Amon put his hand on my shoulder.

  "He was a good man," he said. I nodded, still seemingly impassive in hidden grief.

  "Yes, indeed. A good man," I repeated. It was subtle but calling him a man represented our acknowledgement that he was as worthy of grief as any human being. We left the gravesite and I examined my new quinque, it was a rinkaku.

  We returned to the ghetto and with Amon's money we equipped ourselves with resources and items we would need to encroach on base T. Amon had driven a car over here, so we left quickly. We drove in silence, Amon likely not saying anything out of respect for my grief. To be honest, I felt bad about Marcus's death, but I saw the justification in it and why he had done it. Mostly I was silent because the incident had completely flipped my perspective on ghouls over and I needed time to recover from that. Every ghoul I had eliminated, every ghoul I had slaughtered, yes, they had killed humans, but did killing them justify it? Did I deserve to die if the only way for me to exist was killing others? It was all too twisted for me to comprehend. I kind of wished I had stayed ignorant, this new perspective made everything complex. Regardless, the only ghouls I would be killing in the near future were gang member ghouls and I had absolutely no reason to feel remorse for their death.

  "How are we going to enter base T without being killed?" Amon asked, his face serious with concentration as always. We had discussed infiltrating it directly ourselves if we were unable to assist the Merdetaros in infiltrating it.

  "If only there was a way we could integrate ourselves with Helexias that were moving into Base T so we could go in undetected and infiltrate from the inside... we need to find information and we'll likely not get any of if approach from the outside as enemies," I said. He turned to me.

  "Do you have any ideas of how we can integrate ourselves with the gang?"

  "Remember the gang I told you had kidnapped me? I found out when I was captured that they were Helexias and they were intending to transfer me to another base.... If I were to be recaptured and sent to Base T like they planned..."

  "Are you sure they were going to Base T?"

  "There are no other bases close by that would make sense to move a prisoner to, the rest are drug exchanges and developers, base T is holding and weapons..."Amon looked at me with angry concern.

  "I'm not letting them recapture you, I told you I would always be by your side, remember? And you wouldn't be able to get your quinque in, so what's the point?"

  I put my hand to my head in thought.

  "Why would they try to transfer me if there was no incentive? They had the ability to exploit information from me efficiently there, so what would be the point in moving me? They knew their possession of me held significance, so why else would they do so other than if they had knowledge of base F's plans of being besieged?"

   "How would they know about that?"

  "If they confronted me before my capture it's likely they could have abducted other members and tortured them as well. If they know that their surrounding bases are vulnerable to attack they're going to draw out members to defend them to ensure their resources, while also transporting anything valuable from base F to Base T and neutralizing any transportation of important people or property out of base T. This ensures that the messenger will be there, so because of their vulnerability and the guarantee we'll have to infiltrate them."

  "How do we know which is the messenger?"

  "We don't," I said. "But if he's of importance that means there will be more people guarding him and we can use that anomaly as a reference point as to who to pursue. Also, it would make sense that he's deeper in the complex. We'll have to make our presence inconspicuous, and this would mean making this mission more of a innocuous infiltration rather than an offensive mission where we would engage them with violence."

"But with the original question: how do we get in?"

"I guess we do some spy movie shit, this time not assassination but abduction."