Loving The Fox

1. Arrival.

Kaneki clumsily stumbled an apology as he hastily tried to gather the fragments of the newly broken China cup which, as Touka had muttered, was an inevitable accident with him tripping around the shop. Only him and Touka where on the shop floor working in the last hour of pale autumn sunlight on this Friday, and Kaneki was flustered by the presence of Yomo sitting solemnly in the corner, a collection of papers arranged upon the table in front of him.
"Hey- Yomo, can you just take him down to the bridge now and get him out my way?" Touka asked exhausted, talking as if Kaneki was not standing a mere few feet away from her.
"No." Was his only reply.
"Why the hell not?"
"Because," Yomo sighed putting down his current clipping "your shifts not over and I've still got to figure this out so Antique can deal with it."
"As if any more custom-"
"Figure what out?" Kaneki accidently cut her off, midway wiping down the counters. Yomo elected to ignore Touka's threats of punching Kaneki repeatedly and replied monotoniously, "Who this new Ghoul and if she's a threat."
"Oh yeah and shifting through old newspapers is really going to help" Touka rolled her eyes as she flung her apron over her shoulder and walked passed Kaneki to go upstairs, evidently finished with her shift.

~time lapse~

Kaneki followed silently behind Yomo, all ready feeling nervous and shaky at the thought of tearing another persons limbs off to fit more easy into the duffel bag that was currently held steady and limp at the light haired ghouls side.
"Say, um Yomo-chan? I noticed earlier you called that new Ghoul 'she' and, well I'm assuming you where looking through those papers to find some information on her. Do you know her then?" Kaneki nervously broke the silence.
At first heavy silence followed and Kaneki felt an odd sensation of embarrassment and anger at the disrespectful invalidation of his question.
"Maybe" Came his curt reply, abd Kaneki knew not to press it futther. But while he shuffled along momentarily distracted by his embaressment, Yomo's mind was still sifting through the imformation. The manager wanted to know who it was, but Yomo was more invested than that. He had a distant memory of a similar ghoul...
And If it is her she; may be a threat. The reports fit the ghoul from the 4th ward... four so far, so five weeks? The rapist, gang leaders and murderer, all those who pray on the weak. In the news there are reports of bodies of vicious murderous gang members being found... or at least the remaining of them. So yes, possibly. And if so the S-rated ghoul was bringing too much attention to 12 for both his and the managers liking.

"We're here." Yomo announced and in a swift movement lept swiftly over the side of the bridge and landed nimbly onto the ground below, next to the blue Nissan that lay on its side, a man's tanned arm and and bloody head laying sickly half through the wind screen motionless and broken.
"Kaneki." Was Yomo's only words, slightly irritated at the half ghouls hesitation to start. He wanted to go home. He wanted to punch the hell out of his punching bag and be enveloped by the cool embrace of his bed sheets. The tediousness of teaching the half ghoul was taxing, but he respected Yoshimura's request and thus here he was.
Just as Kaneki knealt by the body, a soft swoosh followed by the sounds of rocks scattering as Yomo swiftly sprang to his feet and swirled round to face, caused him to stand bolt upright. Before them was ,to Kaneki, the silent intruder. For the moment they where standing still and steady in the shadows, only Ghoul eyes could make out the dimly lit outline of a body.

"Come out, now!" Yomo instructed sternly his body had naturally picked up a defensive position whilst Kaneki still remained still, looking in a shock and awe at the scene layed before him.
After a moment the figure limped slowly from the harbour of the bridge's shadows.

In front of them stood a girl, no, a ghoul of about 20 who was looking at them with inquisitive red eyes, and a tilting head with made her long dark blue hair wrap around her black-clothed arm. Her jacked lay open revealing her heaving abdomen under a tight fitted top. Slowly her bikaku kagune slid back into her body as she weakly laughed and in a low voice muttered, "Antique, is it? Mass murdering ghoul of this ward... apparently... I want to see... your.. manager..." Before she could even finish her last word, her legs caved and she crumpled to the floor, revealing to the shock of both Kaneki and Yomo, no less than seven three inch spikes burrowed into her back, hot thick blood dribbling around them, soaking her jacket. Bruises and cuts littered her body and her broken ankle had tried to heal itself in the odd angle it had snapped at. She just looked... dead.

~time lapse~

It was the next morning in antique, and word had spread quickly amongst the staff of the injured Ghoul currently sleeping upstairs, who Yomo-san had returned with in his arms last night who had been attacked by another ghoul. No-one really knew who she was, only that in which she got here, repeatedly told by the now irritated Kaneki.

Presently she was regaining consciousness much to her protest as she mumbled "fucking hell".
"I probably wouldn't in your state". Yomo stated.
He had just come to check on her per the managers instructions but had saw her moving eyelids and her arm coming to rest on her stomach, and so patiently waited for her to regain consciousness. She quickly pushed herself up as far as she could and came to look at him, her face scrunched up into a frown, keeping a fierce eye contact which allows Yomo to remember the events of the previous night.

~flashback~

"Manager!" He called with in a purposeful manner , whilst Kaneki stood solemnly aside, wondering what to do with himself.
"Upstairs." Came the commanding bodiless voice of the manager.
Yomo cradled the weightless girl up into the bedroom where the manager was all ready waiting, a calm serenity surrounding him.
"She's injured" he stated, not sure what else to say.
The manager nodded before motioning towards the bed.
Yomo gingerly layed Sakura onto the sheets. This was the S rated ghoul who had single handedly killed three doves after they hunted her down for her feeding methods...laying weak and pale on her side, blood soaked on her clothes, her breathing some what calmed but still ragged. Yomo fetched bandages at the managers request, and upon returning saw her unconscious face scrunched up in slight pain as the manager pulled the embedded pieces of the kagune out of her flesh.
After this he quickly bandaged her arm which had received a deep wound after they both slipped of her jacket. Again, Yomo was surprised at how light she was, despite her toned lean build as he lifted her back up to remove the clothing. She felt warm in his arms. He now lay her back down on her back, staining the bed sheets. Her head gently rolled to the side, facing him.
"She's will be OK. Her wounds will take a few days to heal but she should wake some time tomorrow. We can talk to her then." Manager said, sounding almost instructive at the fact they would question her the next day.
"Right." Was Yomo's only answer.

He lingered in the room a while after the manager had left, looking at the sleeping girl confused.
What happened to you? Why did you come to me and Kaneki, even though you do not know us? And more importantly, what are your intentions?