Commission

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The way it was described made it seem easy but they all knew the truth. This was a suicide mission that most of them would not come back from. And they didn't care.

For years their organization had fought the humanoid beasts known as ghouls and did their best to exterminate as many as possible but there was one who remained the bane of their existence. The One Eyed Owl.

A monstrous ghoul that made others like Jason and Tatara seem like mere runts standing in his shadow.

He'd murdered so many of their comrades over the years, only taking damage from a few of them before snuffing them out as well. Hell it was amazing that four of them had survived his assault.

Yukinori Shinohara. Iwao Kuroiwa. Kousuke Houji. And then there was the death god personified, Kishou Arima.

There'd been no one like him before in the entire CCG, just an average looking young man still basically a child but one that was able to achieve a kill count that topped even the best investigator's.

As the years passed, more and more people joined the ranks of the organization and soon they had power in numbers as well in weapons made from ghouls themselves.

The Quinque, made from a special steel infused with the harvested kakuhou; organ that allows ghouls to use kagune; of deceased ghouls and then turned into a weapon on par with the strongest of ghouls.

The CCG was truly a force to be reckoned with which is why when they showed up outside the base of Aogiri Tree, many of the grunts scattered and ran before they could be exterminated.

Amongst these investigators was an up and coming exceptional man thought to be the next Arima named Koutarou Amon, who was currently on standby while his superior and comrades advanced and began their assault.

He could hear the screams of humans and ghouls alike and inwardly cringed. He'd hated ghouls for so long because of his childhood but even still, he couldn't stand to hear anyone in agony. There had to be a better way.

What was he thinking, of course there wasn't a better way. Ghouls were nothing but bloodthirsty, flesh eating monsters devoid of a conscience. They needed to be wiped out. Right?

While he was lost in thought, he noticed a small group of ghouls run towards him while fleeing from the area. Not on his watch.

He picked up a suitcase and clicked a button hidden on the handle making the case fall away while his weapon spawned.

As he walked toward them slowly, a large handle appeared in his hand, connected to a large club. He was not playing games nor was he letting anyone go. Tonight the tree ended and with luck, so would the One Eyed Owl.

A ghoul with snow white hair and a weird looking mask with an eye patch stood in front of his group and maintained eye contact with him until they both raced toward one another.

It was strange, he fought like a fierce warrior with the look of bloodlust apparent in his eye but Amon could see past that and saw only a deep sadness within him.

His kagune made quick work of his quinque which made Amon know that it was over. He awaited death, but it never came. Instead he watched as the ghouls kagune dissolved and once more he was standing face to face with him.

"You're not going to kill me?"

"No. There's no point in senseless killing. Keep that in mind the next time you slaughter a family Mr.Investigator."

Unable to do anything, Amon watched as the ghoul and his allies escaped the area and disappeared into the night, leaving feeling confused and conflicted.

What kind of ghoul doesn't kill a ghoul investigator. What kind of ghoul didn't believe in senseless killing? It was almost as if he...he understood him.

At that moment his superior contacted him to see what he was up to. Naturally he told him everything and how he'd be useless in the battle without his weapon, and about the new ghoul he'd encountered. He requested that he receive an automatic S rating and when asked what was the new ghoul to be called he paused and said, "Eye Patch."

As Amon headed back to one of the transport vehicles, he caught of what his superiors had been fighting as it crawled up the side of the building and disappeared. The One Eyed Owl.

"I swear...next time it'll be you and me."

Soon his comrades began returning, some wounded some not. It wasn't the physical wounds that mattered though, it was the mental scarring that was left after operations like this.

The CCG would have less members by tomorrow due to deaths and resignations. Not many people could stand staying in this job after watching so many people get ripped asunder and devoured. It was just sick.

Amongst the crowd, you could see a tall man with snow white hair similar to that of the eye patch ghoul, walking around with an outfit in pristine condition. Seriously, not one spec of blood on him. Kishou Arima.

The death god of the CCG also known as the 'White Reaper' was said to be the one and only person to ever take on Owl repeatedly and never receive a scratch. He struck fear into the hearts of ghouls and humans alike but more importantly he had a presence that commanded respect but also brought forth jealousy. Because no matter how hard any of them tried, they would never reach him or his level.

There was someone else there too, short with white hair and red- oh god it was Suzuya.

Juuzou Suzuya was the subordinate of Yukinori Shinohara and believe me, he was a handful. Kidnapped as a child and raised by the ghoul known as 'Big Madam', Juuzou was used as a scrapper in the Ghoul Cafe where humans and ghouls alike were slaughtered.

When the area was raided by the CCG, he greeted them with a smile while the blood from his latest victim dripped off his pale body. And now he was talking to Kishou fucking Arima while dragging a corpse. Wait what?

Juuzou got into the same transport as Amon and dropped the corpse at their feet with saying anything or giving any indication that he was going to speak up about it.

"What's this?"

"Body."

"Who's?"

"Jason."

"How'd you kill him?"

"Technically I'm just picking up leftovers. Oh well, at least I can finally make my own quinque now."

"Juuzou you-"

"Hm?"

"Forget it."

It had already been a long night, he just wanted to go home and rest. Although, he couldn't help but think of Eye Patch one last time.