Ayato x OC [DISCONTINUED]

"つらい"

Chapter One:

The once pink and purple ombre-looking sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town, Tokyo. The shining little speckles of the stars took over and scattered. The bustling streets of Tokyo grew even more crowded when people started to walk faster to reach their destinations. The buildings were illuminated, some flickered on and off. But from afar, it looked absolutely stunning. That was Tokyo, and it seemed like a perfectly normal night.

But if a tourist were to visit Tokyo at night, he or she would probably notice the fear in everyone's eyes. They may look like they're having fun or just casually doing their own things, but if you look closely, each and every single one of them looks just the same. They look terrified. They look pale. For what reason, you may ask. It's pretty simple, actually. The sole reason everyone is scared to death is because of this word that one should never bring up:

Ghouls.

You see, the definition of a "ghoul" is very simple: Ghouls are a carnivorous and cannibalistic species that are only able to feed on humans and other ghouls. Almost everything about them seems like a normal human: They normally have the same physical appearance and intelligence as a human with the exception of diet, mentality, and inner biology. That's what a ghoul is. And ghouls aren't something that you can just easily become. Your parents or someone related to you by blood must be a ghoul if you want a chance of becoming a ghoul. At least, that's the usual routine.

Some ghouls out there are not really a ghoul through tradition. Either through the offspring of a human and ghoul, organs transplanted into them, or going through experiments that allow them to adapt to being a ghoul, a human can also function and live like one. For instance, Nahoko Veronica.

Though the city of Tokyo looks extremely lit up during the night, many fail to notice a small figure jumping from building to building. Her golden blonde hair was fluttering in the sky while she rushed her way back to an abandoned building. And because of her entire black outfit, it was easy to blend with the pitch-black night. The long-sleeved tight shirt that exposed her back and short black skirt ensured her to be able to move at the fastest she could go without being held back because of her clothes.

When she reached the building, the first thing she saw was an elderly, grey-haired man who wore the typical attire of a physician. After the girl recovered, she went up to him and asked,

"Oi, Professor Kanou, is Kirishima-sama here?"

"Oh, why hello there, Nahoko-san. Ayato's in the same room he's always been. By the way, have you completed the job?"

"Not this time. The stupid CCG got away. I was close to retrieving their quinque, but then some fucker decided to throw five bloody flash bombs at me and also tried to capture me."

"Oh dear. Ayato's not gonna be happy, especially since you were so close." Professor Kanou shook his head. "I hope you survive it."

"Please, Professor," Veronica scoffed. "You're the last one I want to hear that from, really." She began to walk away to where Ayato is, but then Professor Kanou called her.

"Nahoko-san."

"What?" She sharply turned around and folded her arms, not interested at all to hear his mouth even open.

"I think you did really well during your mission for someone who failed. Your eye looks really beautiful today, so keep it up, okay? Your mother's going to be very proud of you." He smirked.