Memories of a Eulogy (Tokyo Ghoul OC Fanfiction)

Chapter One: Genesis

A young man, Aru Valentine, age 17, calls the bustling city of Tokyo, Japan his home. A city in a subtle entropy, at the cause of ghouls. A person of blended ethnicity, American and Japanese. A High School third-year, attending Koyami High in the 20th ward. A usually silent person, only talking to other whom he finds an interest in. It isn't as though he is a vain person, he merely dislikes conversation that he deems meaningless. A kind and caring individual to those he deems worthy of his time and energy.

Aru, due to his style of attire and piercings, often kept people at bay. His single nose-stud, and snake-bite lip rings, labeled him in a sort of demeaning way. Others viewed him as a delinquent or failure, however his vast intellectual capacity spoke to contradict that. Bright crimson hair adorned his head, styled in a slicked back manner. People ridiculed him for such a color of hair, even though it was his own natural color.

"..." Silence flourished in the classroom of the young man. All classes were over for the day, yet he remained on the roof, watching the sun turn the sky a numerous amount of hues. A can of black coffee slowly sipped on, little by little. A sound of footsteps and the doorway becoming slightly ajar. SIlence again persisted.

"Here again, as always I see," a soft voice spoke to the third-year. "A small escape from the inevitable hell to follow upon my exit." He retorted, though stated it more to himself than the person.

"How can you be so... so empty? You have little drive to anything ya know that?" a familiar sentiment of lecturing began. To which only a deep sigh followed.

Aru merely left from the rooftop, exiting from the now opened doorway. Leaving his fellow student behind with no remorse. Easing down the stairway, to the ground floor and then to the school's exit. Consuming the remnants of the now hollow black can, then tossing it aside into a trash bin. He headed for his home, reluctant as he was. Anything seemed better than the pseudo haven of his residence. Past the appearances it was more reminiscent to that of a prison.

"Good to see you back home, Aru," a man in his late thirties, dark hair pulled back into a small horse tail, Takashi Kujo; stood in the hallway with a sour grimace. "Couldn't say the same for myself, Kujo."

Eyebrows into a glare, thick lines becoming eyes, and a condescending tone traced the man's tone. "What was that now?"

Silence again, both sets of eyes in a fierce clash, tension thick as blood. Another young man entered, from behind Kujo, "Hey now, let's not fight or anything."

The young man, medium length dirty-blonde hair styled down, age 15, Iggy Rikane. He also took residence to this facade of a home. The situation defused at his intrusion, as was normal of him. Kujo would simply walk away, and go about his normal day.

Takashi Kujo, Aru Valentine, and Iggy Rikane all shared this apartment. No blood relation to be had amongst them, an adoptive family. A family ill thrown together, with a brewing hate from Aru towards Kujo. Having been in many families, with no peaceful results, this had been his last remaining effort from the agency. Kujo knew this all too well, in many cases using that as blackmail against him. Things were different for his adoptive brother, he was a submissive person, as a result Kujo left him alone.

Aru kicked off his shoes in a hurried manner, rushing to the room he called sanctuary. He closed the door, adrenaline flowing through each vein. With swift breaths he lay upon the bed before him, sliding on headphones and toning out the world. Heavy music turned up loud, drowning the nightmare of existence. He didn't hate life, but hated the current state of his life.

Why do you put up with that man? You could erase him, put an end to his and your own misery. You're not like him, not human. Nothing but a monster.