Heaven's Hellhound | Tokyo Ghoul (under Edit)

Third Problem, First Hunger

I didn't wish to open my eyes and return to the world of the living to endure more pain. But the light was too great. The windows to my hospital bedroom were all too familiar. I was laid on my back and a breathing machine was set up to my face even though I was breathing fine. I then gasped at the situation. 'How long have I been out?!" Then I realized it didn't matter anymore, all my friends were gone, all but one. Kazuki entered the room with a somber look on his face. I personally had lost all emotion at this point and didn't even smile at the fact that my friend came to see me in the hospital. I just sat there with a blank look and said. "Why are you here?" Kazuki was a little intimidated after that, but that didn't stop him from speaking his news.

I had apparently been in the hospital for three weeks. I had two surgeries, and was being released in the next few days. I had broken six of my ribs and the rest were cracked. The surgeons did their best to fix me but could only mend my ribs, as best they could and the three weeks gave them some time to heal, but they couldn't fix the permanent damage done to my back muscles. I couldn't do anything dangerous anymore, and I would probably be reduced to walking with a cane, but unfortunately it was miracle I survived. He told me that today the CCG revoked my agent badge, now I'm only the clean up crew for them. I missed all the funerals for my fellow agents and friends. And was relieved of my job at the real-estate agency. Due to the fact that I could no longer move as much. 'At least the sleep saved me some tears, if there were any left that is.' I thought. Kazuki then informed me of the worst losses. Shinohara was currently in a coma from his battle with the eyepatch. His partner however survived his wounds from his Kakuja, but is still sitting by Shinohara's bed. The 20th ward had lost 70% of its forces, not just from the battle with Aogiri and Antieku, but also from the ambush on the agency building. The news of the events passed through my ears, only creating pain in my brain but my face just stared at my lap with absolutely no emotion. My colleagues, my friend, my girlfriend, even my idol Amon had all lost their lives to these ghouls, who I had now lost complete faith in. Worst of all, the memories of my past had all been but destroyed when I learned that Antieku had been burned down. I had no where else to go now, no comforting home, no comforting girl. Even Kazuki had lost most of his happy side. He said he was quitting the CCG, and going home to his family's restaurant to work there. "What are you going to do Tatsuki?" He asked now leaning in front of me I just stared at him with soulless eyes. His uncomfortableness of me warded him off. "I'll come back in a few days to see how you're doing." He then left a small thing of flowers by my cot. I just looked at it, wondering why it stood, and as if on cue the vase fell to the ground and shattered. A bad omen in my opinion, showing how my life has ended.

So I checked myself out a day later, before Kazuki could come back and speak more doom and gloom. I visited Antieku's wreckage and shedded a single tear of mourning. Then moved on slowly with a cane in hand to support my back. The only place I could think would retract any memories was my old home. Now abandoned and in shambles looked like a house from a horror movie. I walked through the front door and instantly the memories hit me again as if I were shot by a bullet. The pain from the old thoughts locked me in a cage of grief with no way out, but a lock who's key of love and peace had been melted down, and now I was stuck. The tears fell and so did I to my knees. I bent over and sobbed loudly. The emotions shattered free. The pain of memories and from my injuries shook my very sanity. They told me of the torturer Jason who was killed by Kaneki. I truly thought that his methods would be better than what I was going through now. I was once again choked by breathing, and crying, but no bile came from my empty stomach. And I just coughed, and coughed. "Stop!" I gasped for air which also seemed to abandon me. "Stop it! Stop it! Cough...Cough. Why!?" My visioned blurred yet I remained fully awake. 'Why did my life have to keep repeating tragic events?' I thought to myself. 'I just wish it would end.' My mind paused it's insanely painful flashback of everything. When I looked forward and saw that memory lying on the ground. The glass shard that caused me pain not even comparable to now. 'It might be enough.' I thought as I poked the end of the bloodied shard still sharpened, which drew new blood. I knew exactly what I was going to do next. If I stabbed this through my empty heart it may fill it again with the memories of a new life with old lives.