Crimson Skates (Yuri on Ice × Tokyo Ghoul)

11. Climax

[EDITED JAN 7, 2019]

Note: There used to be a lot of cursing in this chapter. I guess it was the byproduct of my edgy thirteen-year-old self thinking it was cool to add in, lol. But now there's not as much :)

"Right here, you Japanese twat."

Ayato stopped in his barrage of the poor boy and smiled evilly. Yuri weakly looked up at the teenager, whose kakugan eyes were burning holes into Ayato's very soul.

"Yurio....don't....get away from here..."

Yuri coughed up more blood. It dripped down his chin and stained his shirt. Yurio ignored him, glaring daggers at the slightly younger boy. 

"Took your ass long enough, Plisetsky!" Three long crimson tendrils burst from Yurio's back, the sharpened tips shooting right at Ayato like lances. The cobalt-haired ghoul quickly cut two of them off with his ukaku wings, the other one managed to pierce him just above his chest, coming out on the other side. Blood coated the rinkaku as Yurio quickly yanked it back out, letting it drip off the edge as it remained poised for battle. The other two quickly reformed from a gathering powder. Ayato's kagune quickly hardened pieces of itself into small and sharp blades, which shot out and barraged Yurio. He nimbly dodged, although some were able to make tiny lacerations in his clothes and skin, droplets of blood cascading down his shins and onto the floor, soaking into the wood.

The rinkaku tentacles shot straight through Ayato again, but he ducked and all three of them got lodged into the wooden wall above Yuri's head. Ayato used the newly hardened kagune and sliced off Yurio's right arm at the shoulder. The newly dismembered limb flew across the room and hit the wall, leaving a stream of blood as it slowly slid down. 

"Fuck!" Yurio cursed, but other than that he didn't show much sign of pain. Ayato, however, looked fairly worn out, having already spent a good fraction of his energy on interrogating Yuri. Yurio used this to his advantage and swept his leg below Ayato's, sending him to the ground in a frenzy. A rinkaku tail wrapped around his body and lifted him high into the air before flinging him harshly to the ground. He splintered the wooden planks and shards of wood were lodged in his back, blood clotting around them. 

"I'm not joining your gang, Kirishima!" His foot collided harshly with Yurio's head, making him stumble back, but his tail was wrapped around a metal pole above their heads that kept his stability just fine. Another appendage came from his back. This was four now. Yurio's arm was completely regenerated now, and he formed his hand into a fist that went flying to Ayato's jaw. He spat six teeth from his mouth that clattered to the floor and were crushed into dust underneath Yurio's sneakers. 

"It's too late, Plisetsky! You broke the deal we had and you didn't follow a simple command! Now I have to kill you under my superior's order's!"

"FUCK YOUR GANG AND YOUR SUPERIOR!"

Five more holes were opened in Ayato's stomach. Three of the four tails were pinning Ayato to the wall. Yurio strode over to the struggling ghoul, enjoying every minute of suffering that he was seeing right now. Hot tears formed in Ayato's eyes. Yurio laughed cruelly.

"What, Kirishima? Can't handle a rinkaku? Or did your superior tell you that you can't?"

"SHUT UP!" He bit his teeth into one of the tails, ripping a small chunk of it out. Within seconds it regenerated and was new again, slashing straight across Ayato's face in a diagonal line. Blood poured from the newly opened gash and dripped onto Yurio's kagune.

""Shut up"? Is that all you have to say? Can't think of a more dignified response?"

Ayato only dealt a quick blow to Yurio's stomach that formed a bruise. It vanished within seconds like it was never there in the first place. Yurio yanked off Ayato's leg with a sickening rip noise and tossed it to the side with his own arm. 

"Do you know why Aogiri wanted me to join?"

Ayato was too pompous and proud to respond. Yurio ripped a large hole in his chest, exposing his ribcage and sternum. He could hear the frantic beating of Ayato's heart behind the cage of bone. 

"Because I'm so much better than you and all of your little posse combined."

Ayato screamed out in pain while Yurio's kagune yanked off his ribcage and sternum sloppily, crushing them underneath his feet. He clawed at Yurio, but to no avail. Both of his hands were swiftly removed by the bane of the scarlet appendages. Ayato gasped, blood surging up his throat and flying past Yurio's head. it hit the window and slid down like rain. With his hand, he stuck it into the chest cavity, feeling the spongy bone and muscle around his hand as it grabbed hold of the heart. Feeling it pulse in his grasp, he swiftly yanked his hand out, detaching the pink muscle from all its veins. Ayato fell to the ground, unresponsive, as Yurio retracted his kagune. He took a huge bite of Ayato's heart, gagging and spitting it back out at his face. He wore the same angry face the entire fight and now was no exception.

"Ew, you're fucking disgusting! Like...fish guts on the verge of spoiling." He let the half-eaten heart fall from his hands and thud onto the floor, right on top of Ayato's legs. "No wonder you're so ugly, your inside's disgusting too."

He wiped the blood onto his pants, which he swiftly ripped off into shorts to hide the blood, stuffing them into the trash can. 

"Pig. Are you still alive?"

Yuri weakly looked up at Yurio.

"Did you...actually do it...?" Yurio held up a finger to silence him and dialed 911, speaking in a panicky voice to the operator about how Yuri had been attacked by a ghoul and Yurio had shown up at the scene. 

"We're getting you the fuck out of here, Katsuki."

Yurio ran outside as he saw the flashing blue and red lights, the paramedics rushing in to pull Yuri out on a stretcher. They grimaced at his injuries as he was rolled onto the ambulance. The last thing Yuri saw before the door shut loudly was Yurio's stoic face.