the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

A Requiem for the Departed

My stare quickly intensified at the sight of him, a person, ghoul whatever, he was someone that bore the extent of my bitter hatred. His stare intensified as well and we began circling each other.

"Wow, I thought you were dead," he said with accusation. "I know what you're doing here. I'm not letting you find Rasdar because you're going to get him to start a war with us." He activated his menacing kagune, another rinkaku with fiery talons. "The only use you have now is death."

He launched himself at me.His attacks were well placed swings and slashes, his speed and agility caught me off guard. We circled each other yet again as our attacks clashed with futile equivalency. I lunged at him with my quinque, whipping it down with my right hand. As I did he stepped around and attempted to attack my unguarded side but I swung my arm around and our weapons met with a metallic ring again. Snarling he launched himself at me, overpowering my block with his brute strength.

"I'm going to kill you!" he continued to roar, his eyes and voice blazing with hatred.

"Go to hell ghoul-scum," I snarled back and stepped around his attack. Our strength was equal and there seemed no way I could out maneuver his attacks. His kagune pulsated with that ugly glow, curling and twisting with anticipation. Gashtar's face was cold with submerged fury, as was mine. I flung myself at him with dry desperation. Perhaps if I continued with offensive tactics it would put him in the defensive position allowing me to find and exploit any weaknesses. This time I placed my quinque in my left hand and brought it down towards his face, as anticipated he blocked it. As he did so though I propelled myself forward and actually landed on his kagune, this time launching myself at him and punching him with my right fist. He staggered back.

"That's fucking bullshit and you know it," he muttered, gathering himself and snapping back into his fighting stance. I tried that tactic again and he anticipated it quickly of course. blocking my right hand with his 2nd kagune. His right kagune was blocking my quinque in my left hand and his left kagune was blocking my right hand. His kagune arms were close together in a defensive position as I planned so with my whiplike quinque I actually wrapped it around his kagune arms, effectively incapacitating him. He grunted and struggled to free them under the grip of my quinque, but I used my quinque to pull myself over his strangled kagune and used my weight to kick into his face. He gasped and reeled back, my quinque letting go to allow him to fall backwards.

I lunged at him and used my quinque to plunge it through his throat. He gagged blood and his kagunes whipped around wildly. Despite my puncture he grabbed my quinque with this bare hands and flung it away. My eyes widened and I jumped away from him and entered a defensive stance again. Fuck, I was weaponless. All I could do was dodge the relentless assaults of his kagune, his eyes savage with hatred and exhilaration at the fight. He lunged at me again and grabbed me by the neck and held me close to his face.

"Goodbye bitch," he snarled, but without warning I used both of my hands and stabbed them through the bottom of his jaw. His eyes widened and his arms and kagune went limp in shock and pain. He lowered me and I tightened my grip and put more power into my attack. I used both hands to split open the flesh between his jaw and under his mouth, my fingers bluntly ripping the flesh open. Blood spilled from the wound and all he could do was gurgle as I tore my way into the bottom of his mouth, my fingers finally breaching into his oral cavity. He gagged and gurgled, trying to twist away but I continued to pull. I felt nothing at my brutal attack, not satisfaction, not thrill, not hatred. I was completely cold. I used both of my hands to split open his jaw, half of his face being torn away. His eyes were wide and blood streamed and gushed.

"Goodbye ghoul scum," I said calmly. "This one's for the little girl." I ripped one of my hands free and jammed it into one of his eyes, wrenching the ball free and tearing it from the socket. He shrieked as he died. shuddering and convulsing with death. I was completely covered in blood. I towered above him, staring coldly into his eye as he convulsed a final time before becoming still.