CROSSED. A VAMPIRE KNIGHT//TOKYO GHOUL FANFICTION.

[50] I don't speak Spanish or in general

'Here you go.' Uta handed us our masks, a painstakingly long two days later. During that time Moka and I figured out how to use our phones, calling each other, searching the internet and texting. It was a completely different world compared to Moka's flip phone.

I put my on and looked in the mirror, smiling wide at what I saw looking back. He got it to bang on the nail. It was a half mask, with the bottom half of my face exposed and the eyes open, curved like a stage mask. The mask itself was white, but cracked like a broken mosaic, with gold detailing on the top that made it look like a crown, and on the bottom that looked like laurel wreaths.

Moka stood next to me and pulled her on, which looked similar to mine, but hers was pink and gold and looked a fair bit more girly and wild than mine. It suited her.

'I love it!' she exclaimed, happily bouncing up and down.

'Same, it's perfect.' i agree. Maybe those useless questions were so useless after all.

'Oh, I nearly forgot.' Uta turned around and pulled out two pieces of white fabric. I grabbed it, confused and unravelled it to see that it was a pure white cloak, like what I saw the Aogiri members wore, but this one was more finely made and you know, white.

Somehow I feel like wearing those white cloaks were slightly racist. Lord help me I'm not a white supremacist I'm literally Asian.

'On the inside, there are places for you to put your things like your phone and weapons, for both of you.'

'Awe Uta that's so thoughtful of you!' Moka cooed, pulling him into a hug and squeezing him tight.

She let go of him after a while, I just smiled at him, giving him a nod of acknowledgement. 'Here, I'll pay for it.'

Uta got the machine set up and I tapped my card. I don't actually know how much that was but I don't really care as long as Moka was happy.

'What about code names?' Uta asked us. We looked at each other. What?

He sighed, getting a little fed up by how we knew absolutely nothing. Fair.

'Ghouls that get recognised by the CCG get a code name, it started by the CCG giving the ghoul's code names, but now they can make up the name themselves if they're smart about it.'

'I want to be Pinky Princess!' Moka squealed, her childish side coming out, which was very cute.

'I guess I'll stick with that theme. I'll be The red prince.' Uta nodded, writing it down on paper.

'Just mention the name to the CCG if you ever encounter them when you're dressed up and I'm sure it'll get around.' that sounds easy enough.

'Now we can go out and scope out the fight going on in the 16th ward.' i say, feeling the rush coming to me. Moka nodded.

We grabbed the gear and dressed up, securing our masks and pulling up the hood. 'See ya, Uta.' I wave bye and teleport Moka and me to the rooftop. I was analysing the past two days, making sure I got the right one.

The air up here was thinner, good thing I technically don't need to breathe. We watched to the edge of the building, the wind blowing our coats slightly. I sat myself down on the edge and pulled out the binoculars, looking over at the fight going on not even that far away.

Moka pulled out her phone and used that so she could record just in case we spotted him first try.

I watched as the CCG formed their line of attack, guns at the sides, melees at the front, and long-range at the back. I then watched as ghouls after ghouls appeared, attacking and slowly breaking down the line of defence. If there's one thing the ghouls had on their side, it was their sheer amount of numbers.