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“You still live in this thing?” Said thing was Eto’s house, something that appalled him less that the apartment she used to call her home. “I thought you’d be in a mansion by now.”

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“This isn’t the afterlife, you fool.” 

“Though it might as well be for some.”

Scarlet eyes leered to the lizard of a man, enough to cut him if it had been any sharper. Unlike Yamori, Tatara felt a twinge of emotion (he’d leave it at being vague for his own good)  knowing that their little organization had been growing again. At first it was only Naki, Eto, and him from the old gang, but slowly, they’ve been getting back their numbers.

“I take it they stripped you of everything, like how a certain someone did back in the raid.”

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     Tatara’s presence was met with a mixed reaction from the other Aogiri executive.  While this meant Aogiri had even more power at its disposal, Yamori had never mutch cared for Tatara and his dismissive personality.  Once more, the ghoul was jealous of his closeness to the boss and secretly coveted his position for himself.  Still, there was a comradery there, though it stemmed from their mutual hatred of the CCG rather than any real friendship.

“ Tatara, you lool like shit. Don’t tell me YOU died to.  ”

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sanicura replied to your post: sanicura started following you binch

don’t make me k-k-kaneki keel u

kaneki who? kaneki what? kane-shut up 

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sphenoids:

This is… bullshit. All that Ayato can think of is that this is bullshit, and he’s genuinely unsure of how to react. His grip on the steel beam tightens; if he were at his usual strength, then surely the metal would have bent underneath his fingers. Like Tatara would care about a death toll. The man probably hardly cares about his own recently deceased status. Ayato could argue up and down, day and night about this, but that wouldn’t get him anywhere. He seems to deflate a little.

He feels… frustrated. And exhausted. The last emotion was becoming more and more frequent in Ayato’s life. Either it’s a symptom of getting older, or it’s an effect of how piss-poor their society was run. Maybe both.

“The One Eyed King, you mean. I’ve accepted that I was a pawn in Aogiri ever since I joined, but this is something else.” Ayato’s lips form a frown. He’s not an expert, but he’s sure that there could have been other ways to go about promoting Kaneki to the OEK. Is that… even what had happened? What does Aogiri have to do with him, anyway? Tatara must know something he doesn’t.

“A lot of people died. I hope the ends justify the means.”

“I’ve already put that One Eyed King business past me, as well as my other agendas.” As if he had any other choice for that matter. The only chance he had for revenge was wretched away from his own hands and to make things more awkward, the very person who did that to him was in this city. 

But living outside his life as a ghoul and just a person in this messed up society, gave him a brief idea that feeling of hope for someone who’s been in this endless cycle of revenge for too long. It wasn’t redemption, but something along that line. Perhaps another chance to break away from that circle? But can he really do that?

To be honest, just feeling hope for the first time in a while was just an unreal experience for Tatara.

“So, how’s following the guy who broke half of your bones going for you?”

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bubonem:

His answer only caused her smile to widen. Ah, Tatara was doing just fine, it seemed.

“Still,” she started, her eyes softening for just a moment. “This city can be unpredictable, so it is nice to see you.”

What had she been up to? Oh, what a good question.

“I’ve been keeping things going, as well as greeting all our friends from Tokyo that have popped up in this city. There’s always such a steady stream of work to do, you know?”

“It’s nice to see you too.” 

He wondered if said friends from Tokyo had doubled in number or is it the same old ones he’s tired of. Some kinds of familiar faces are kind of tiring to look at.

 “I don’t know about work, I’ve been dead for a while. If you have a scheme in mind, I don’t mind participating.”

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sphenoids:

“What?”

Ayato’s reaction is one of sharp disbelief—if it wasn’t for his sharp reflexes, he would have fallen off the beams they’re perched upon and he would have plummeted to his death due to his surprise. Holding onto the rail now with one hand, he whips off his mask and makes sure to keep himself steady. Did he hear that right? A change of heart?

Tatara does not compliment people. He does not give praise, even something as small as this. He had his expectations, and you met them or else you had a death wish. That was the kind of life it was around this man. It was made very clear during his argument with Takizawa over Hinami that their lives in Aogiri Tree were strictly unimportant as long as the Tree’s goals were met, so why… this?

“I’ve exceeded your expectations? By doing what? Abandoning everything that you and Eto have worked for and letting everyone die? By letting Aogiri dissolve? I ditched my post and went against orders. Don’t tell me that’s what you wanted all along.”

“Whether or not you were there wouldn’t change the outcome. The only change would be is that there’s going to be one more body to add to the death toll.” 

Tatara’s tongue was ever so sharp, he didn’t hesitate to present the truth in such an intimidating manner. He had to acknowledge their planned defeat in the hands of the humans, this is what Eto willed after all. It was blind faith and a heart full of revenge that got the older ghoul into this situation, and he did not have any regrets. Or at least, that’s what he made it all out to be.

“Aogiri was destined to fall that day, just to pave way for the king’s growth.” His voice turned someone like a hiss at the mention of the king.

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“I see.” No one was obliged to stay in the Rushima attack, it was a suicide mission from the very beginning. Those who stayed were ready to lay their lives for something that lead to a dead end or just stayed due to their blind loyalty, and Tatara was one of those ghouls who saw no future beyond the island.

As Ayato’s mentor, he knew the boy well more than anyone, even Ayato himself. So he never expected him to stay on the island, and if he did, then Tatara would probably be devastated about it more than his own death.

“You’ve exceeded my expectations. Good.”

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“It hasn’t been that long.” An answer so cold, yet gave a different meaning. This is because of a shared understanding of how each other felt that only the likes of them would know. That even when time separated them for long, it never really tore them apart from each other, in a sense. 

“What have you been doing?”

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The scent of the familiar ghoul caused a smile to highlight her expression – Eto wasted no time in following it, despite not donning her disguise. It was mostly unnecessary, anyway, when it came to Tatara.

“Long time no see.” Eto cooed, a playful note to her tone. She was quite pleased to see him again, though whether or not she would admit such a thing was uncertain.

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All of those unnecessary scenes when it came to reunions have already passed and now two former Aogiri executives sat in silence on the steel beams that made up an incomplete building. Their breaths visible due to the cold air and just like the air, Tatara’s voice cut coldly between the forming tension between the two.

“Ayato, what happened to you after Rushima?" 

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abyssalribbons:

“That’s a lie. I’ve never known anyone to willingly deny the pleasure of eating flesh. There’s nothing more delicious, nothing more mouth watering. If you don’t want any, it’s a reflection on either your situation or me.”

She sauntered over, swinging her legs over the side of the roof to seat herself beside him. It reminded her of the mountain, looking over her lessers (aka: everyone). Taking her meal, she ripped over a chunk of meat, the juicy stuff that she didn’t often share.

“Here. Eat this. It’s rude to refuse a gift, especially from a lady such as myself.”

“Well you don’t know me so that still stays true in a way.” He scoffed as he pulled up a leg to use as an arm rest. As much as it was tempting to eat, Tatara felt that he should not. He wasn’t trying to stop himself, he would eat if he could but the thought of moving any of his jaw muscles and digesting felt a lot more difficult than it should be.

He’d been like this for weeks and the solution to his unvoiced problem still hasn’t come to him.

“I can be rude to whoever I want to…”

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coolheadedhozuki:

“Oh, really?” Hozuki raised one eyebrow, not letting the guard down despite the other retreating his weapons. He didn’t make any sign of attack, however, more curious about this man than anything else.

He never saw Tatara involved with the most disgusting crowd of the city before, like White Fang and others. The man frequented his sushi bar and the cat cafe as peacefully as if wasn’t nobody’s business and was an acquaintance of Sekine, too. And now he was lashing out in the middle of the street engulfed in chaos, what didn’t match the side Hozuki knew.

However, he seemed willing to show it all to him now, so the oni would take the opportunity wisely.

“Part of me is honoured, but I don’t see how you think I’d be useful in such sense. I’m not a tool, you see.” He replied in the usual calm tone, as a matter of fact, not as reacting to an offense. Anyone with that level of rationality was better than mindless murderers and troublemakers in Hozuki’s eyes, so he would give that much to Tatara.

Some creatures can’t avoid bloodlust, but the ones who can and try to control it are better than the cattle. Deep down, Hozuki included himself in this group, one of the reasons for the sympathy, probably.

“I see. So, Tatara-san… if you don’t mind answering…”

“Who are you, after all?”

He allowed a glimpse of genuine curiosity to slip through words, regardless the tension in the air.

“I just see you as someone worth keeping.” There is another word for this yet Tatara had been reluctant to call anyone, even inside his own group, this. A ‘friend’ as most people would call that type of person, but considering his past, the ghoul would rather not let anyone have that title. Pushing people away and having no attachments had been his only solution after all to avoid the pain of loss again.

Just as he was about to answer, a screeching floating head came down flying towards them. But before it could reach the duo, Tatara’s bikaku had already pierced through the head through its mouth. Once the silence had been brought back to them, the ghoul spoke again.

“I am the brother of the late leader of the Red Tongue Company, second in command of the Aogiri Tree.” He gave a pause.  “But you may not heard of these names.”

He is unaware of the influence the tree had before his arrival, but he assumed that the demon would have learned of the last name through his customer’s hushed whispers.

“But surely, you should have at least heard of creatures called ghouls in this city, haven’t you?”

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krystalise:

         ❆ SHE SMELLS THE smoke before seeing the fire itself. At the first indication of trouble, a stack of books fell from her usually careful grasp. The library was an old building and far more traditional than most of the city’s facilities. There were no alarms that would sound in an event of a fire, making the Queen the only thing standing between the flames and ink-stained pages.

          ❝ What do you think you’re doing! ❞ Panic stricken the monarch was at a loss, needing to quell the impending blaze but unable to bring herself to do the inevitable. In the heat of the moment a gloved hand raised towards the burning books. Ice flew from her fingertips dousing the fire instantly. A cloud of steam to erupted between the pair, skewing her vision slightly. ❝ This is a library…What were you thinking? You could have burned the whole building down– ❞ Then it dawned upon her, her magic, she had just put herself on display in front of a complete stranger.

It was an unusual and unique trait his family possessed, most scientists would call it a genetic mutation. Tatara’s body heat is usually regulated when healthy but when he’s sick, it turns into a furnace and his temperature would rise beyond normal. For him it feels just like a cold, but for others, he gets so hot that being near him felt as if one’s standing beside a furnace. 

“It wasn’t on purpose. I want to read as much as anyone else in this building.” He responds nonchalantly, his voice a bit nasally due to his clogged nose.“But I suppose I could thank you for putting the fire out.”

[it’s like that poem]

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“I see.” An eyebrow raised at the little triangle. It smelled so cult-y for the ghoul, but it’s not like he had some fair share of cults before.

“Well, you know the usual routine. You lead, I follow.”

“It’s quite simple.” Eto showed him the triangle on her bandaged hand. “Make one of these, it’s the invitation.”

“Those funny looking bats are the way in.”

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“Oh. Good bloodwine.” He dropped the corpses and took the barrel of bloodwine off of the smaller ghoul’s hands, to help her of course not to help himself. He’s not that greedy.

“So, how do you suppose we go up there?”

With sweetness that should not have carried in the voice of a ghoul, especially not one of her particular caliber, Eto called out to the other.

“Tatara~!”

“I’m so glad you could make it, it wouldn’t be a party without you.”

Eto then gestured to the giant, moving pyramid in the sky.

“There, exactly. Come now, I brought out the good bloodwine, you know, your favorite.”