》Upon The Lake Of Time 《 {Ayato Krishima X Reader}

~Chapter 9~

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(Y/N) narrowed her eyes. How on earth did she find that out? 

"Ne, your name's really (Y/N), isn't it? You were born here in the 11th ward, and joined Aokigahara- code name 'The Night Gate' at the age of seven, and have since been roaming worldwide wearing a different mask and name every mission. The CCG was dumb enough not to catch on to you, but we've been following you for quite a while. It wasn't easy really, congratulations to you for covering yourself that well. It was near impossible to distinguish which ghoul you were, and which ghouls weren't you. You're quite a smart one (Y/N), you wear the same mask for every mission you do in one specific country- that way the ghoul you played as wasn't just a pop up and disappear. Though through some undercover work and questioning, we traced you down. On your last mission in Korea, you wore a black mask, with bleeding eyes and a painted frown- The Frowning Ghoul, they called you. You were quite feared, you know, so much that the CCG hunted you back to Japan"

(Y/N) listened carefully to what Eto was saying. Or- better to say, recording it. This was going to be a big problem- one she'd have to address to the entire court of Aokigahara.

"But Aogiri calles you, the real you, under all your faces, The Black Assassin. A hunter of ghouls and humans, invisible, like a shadow at night, and smart enough to escape The battle of the Blackflowers"

(Y/N)'s ears rang. Seven- no, Ten,- no, Twenty ghouls gathered around them, their eyes piercing through their masks like hounds that haven't been fed in weeks. They glared (Y/N) down, preparing their stance.

(Y/N) wasn't afraid of them. She'd faced worse odds before, besides, half of the men around her only fought for Eto because they had a fifty percent chance of living if they did, whereas those numbers plummeted to zero if they refused. What truly frightened her, however, is how the small bandaged ghoul found out all of the information she did. 

The Night Gate- Aokigahara, was a closed organization, with little to no relation to outside society. The CCG Hadn't ever caught on to them, and yet still, this piece of Hawaii-toy-child-thing-wearing-toilet-paper still knew so much about it and her.

". . .And so?" (Y/N) said, holding the ghoul in conversation

"And so, you shall be our guest" Eto replied, a grin hidden under her bandages clear by the tone she spoke in.

The twenty ghouls around (Y/N) sprinted forward, attacking her from all degrees. Their kagunes activated, bright flashes of red, violet and rose rising into the air with them. (Y/N) rolled her eyes around the scene. If her target saw her, this mission would become near to helpless.

These fights were just what her suit was prepared for. Throwing off her cloak in a swift move, she let unravel the layers of fabric around her skirt.

Kicking off the ground hardly, she pounced into the air, twisting her body sideways- like a tripple salchow, the edges of her skirt slicing through the flesh of those who came too close. She snaked her hands under her arms, pulling out as many kagune daggers as her fingers could carry, using them to form a fan-like hand position, ripping apart the others who came from above.

As more and more bodies piled under her, the stronger men remained, flashing over and around (Y/N) like Vultures. Noticing their synchronization, (Y/N) let go of the daggers, letting them corse about her arms, allowing her to control one at a time, digging them into their backs- where their kagunes resided. 

Two left, best leave now- not to underestimate any of them

She danced about the lot, collecting back her daggers from the men's backs before they could fall, using one as a run board to lance herself upward, making her airborne again. She fled the scene, wrapping her cloak and fabric back around her, pulling up her hood as she rolled onto a building, breathing slightly heavily as her feet clacked upon the concrete.