interspecies • interconnect (Naruto/Tokyo Ghoul Crossover)

Prologue

  • I do not own Naruto or Tokyo Ghoul and the series' credit belongs to their respective owners •

• There is a lot of mention of blood, cannibalism, the eating of humans etcetera and should you feel uncomfortable with this, then this is not the book for you •

• This is one long prologue, the individual chapters will not be of this length and will be shorter and more manageable. The prologue is exactly just that: the intro to the story. This will give you all information (or most of it) which you will require to understand the story. Should you only have watched one of these series, then you will be confused. You have been warned •  

Her hands stitched at the tear in the pink fabric, her brows furrowing together in worry. It wasn't the first time I returned home with rips in my uniform, and it wasn't the first time I lied to her about the origins of its creation. My blazer was pink and full of stiches, not giving off the same authentic feeling it once did. Not that it mattered to me; I always hated the academy.

Prestigious Konoha Academy for Civilians. PKAC for short.

It wasn't a well-known institute, being that the village focused much more on shinobi studies than regular studies, but there was a school for us normal civilians all the same. A numerous different ones, in fact. My mother just had to pick the one with all the snobbish rich monstrosities. Which was ironic, considering. She figured it would be good for me and my future, but I beg to differ. I actually had my ambitions set on becoming a shinobi; a kunoichi. I knew it was nothing more than a dream, and my mother made sure I understood that fact clearly. 'Ghouls do not belong in the human world', she always said, 'they don't deserve us fighting on their side.'

Still. It was my own childish dream.

"Why do you keep picking fights, Kumiko? I thought we were making progress..." at what, Mother? Rehabilitation after what Father did? What about the trauma caused by what you did to 'make it all better'?

"They tripped me, Mama. I fell and tore my uniform on the stair railings..." my voice sounded weak; it always did.

"Who did? Who tripped you?" she insisted, her eyes still focused on her handiwork.

"The boys. They said I looked funny..." I fiddled with my skirt, a bad habit from long ago. Mother always preferred skirts to pants, and refused to buy me any trousers. Father never had any problem with it.

I couldn't recall too much of my father's personality and appearance, only his actions. He taught me how to play the piano and took me out to festivals and such. Mother wanted nothing to do with humans. She constantly tried to get us to leave the human society, but eventually lost in the long run and began to accept the world for what unfair cruelty it was. She enjoyed bathhouses. Now, she refused to leave the house but still permitted me to venture to a human school. I couldn't be more grateful that after Father died, we didn't immediately pack up and leave. Then again, where would we go? Was there a place out there for our kind?

"You shouldn't take their words to heart. What do they know?" nothing, Mother, absolutely nothing. I was constantly picked on for not exactly my looks, but more on the fact that I only got into PKAC because of my grades. We were not necessarily poor, but definitely nowhere near the rich status that the civilian heirs in the academy had. Although the academy allowed civilians in because of their studies, it was unusual at my age group. I feel I should mention that I am a superior six year old.

Father loved to help me learn new words on his off days and taught me how the world turned. I, however, had no way of bringing forth my knowledge except on paper. But I feel overestimated: I cannot keep up with the studies at the academy. It is all politics and economics, taught young to the new heirs of important clans in the business world (the other clans were shinobi, after all).