the reality of brutality TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION Amon x akira

wow (i'm shit at coming up with chapter titles)

In order to keep sane and tether myself to the objective reality of myself I started listing off who I was.

Name: Akira Mado

DoB: June 6th

Status: CCG Investigator under Senior Investigator Amon Koutaro

Specialties: Accumulating, manufacturing, developing and augmenting quinques.

I have a cat.

I graduated top of my class.

IQ: 200 (just kidding it was more like 75 but I liked to tell myself it was 200)

21 year old virgin (wait why did I say that)

Into boring lame ass shit like puzzles and would probably end up a 60 year old cat lady who had 56 cats and 90% were my husband (I was a cat slut) (and also all about that pussy)

Isabel and I strangely got closer after that incident. Obviously neither of us were intimately open about ourselves or our feelings, but she stopped insulting me constantly and talked matter of factly about her opinions on certain topics. She actually turned out to be pretty smart for someone I had originally conceived as ghetto, uneducated, rude trash.

"Have you ever killed someone?" she asked out of the blue, what. Obviously if I was a ghoul I would have killed hundreds of people to stay alive, but I figured she regarded humans as dirt and therefore not living beings worthy of value.

"I've killed lots of ghouls, yeah," I muttered.

"So you're a cannibal?"

"No, I'm just a sadist."

"Oh wow, I never would have guessed, you look like someone who works at a flower shop and only knows 3 different types of plants and can't figure out how to use the cash register."

"Thanks?"

"That wasn't a compliment." She paused. "Have you ever thought of escaping this place?" I looked curiously at her with skepticism.

"Not really, under these circumstances how could we possibly do that?" I muttered back. She scooted closer to me.

"You have your kagune, right? I've wanted to escape for the past 5 years, but I knew it was impossible as a solo effort... with dual tactics it seems far more likely..." she said quietly. I was too broken and apathetic to even really comprehend what she was proposing.

"Wouldn't they kill us if we failed?" I muttered back.

"Well, we're dead anyways," she said with faint humor. Well, that was true. I turned to her, still emotionless.

"Well, did you have any plans?"

"We could call an investigator over here with some kind of ploy... when they come to check out our claims we could use our kagune or other methods to kill him... when our murder becomes known they'll send reinforcements to reprimand us, which would require them opening the door..."

"That's so stupid, they'll probably bring RC inhibition darts or tranquilizers then we'll be executed on the spot," I said lamely.

"Well, do you really want to die being a ghoul's dinner sandwich?" she retorted. "At least our final moments would be exciting! Better to die now than later..." Wasn't she the one that just gave me the inspiration speech that life had meaning?

"I don't have a kagune," I said simply. She glared at me.

"You're a ghoul, of course you do, or are you too stupid to know how to use it?" she said with sharp accusation.

"No, I really don't."

"Why not?"

"I wasn't born with one." There was no point in telling her I was human. No one would believe me and I wondered if she would eat me herself.

"How come?"

"I was conceived through incest."

"That's disgusting."

"Well, now what?" I said.

"Do they know you don't have a kagune?"

"No."

"We can still work with that."

"How?"

She paused to think.

"I could accuse you of trying to escape and when they come to question you I can use my kagune and break out somehow." I sighed.

"Yep, that's a great idea, and if you fail I probably get tortured and/or put in solitary?" I muttered. "Why can't you just use your kagune to break down the door?"

"It was elements of that armor quinque or whatever that makes it impossible to breach without an exceptionally powerful kagune," she answered.

"And likely the whole complex has that."

"There are other ways we can circumvent that, take a hostage, steal card keys... and besides, let's be honest - the CCG has shit funding, they can't possibly have made this whole complex made of that stuff. It's expensive for people to track down and kill powerful ghouls to make that shit as strong as it is," she pointed out.

Well, okay, yeah, true, they didn't pay me nearly enough for this shit. I supposed I could use some excitement in my life if I was never going to have it any other way. Dying for the sake of hedonism is poetic, right?

"Well, when do we start?" I muttered.

"As soon as possible? When they come to bring us food?"

I was actually starting to get nervous, everything was on the line for this terribly stupid idea that had 99% chance of failure. We waited for the man to pass out our bowls of rations. As the man approached Isabel started shrieking wildly at him.

"She said she's going to kill CCG guards!" she exclaimed. What the fuck, this wasn't the plan. "Please tell someone, there's no wonder when she'll take action!" I got hot immediately with anger and hatred, that fucking back stabbing ghoul scum. I remembered how much I hated ghouls. Actually, I hated the CCG too, I hated everyone. The guard's eyes widened and he spoke urgently into his walkie-talkie.

"We have a case of premeditated belligerency," he barked. "We need back up to restrain and neutralize the prisoner." Oh god.