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AU: Tokyo Ghoul
Requested
Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, Gore, some angst (Though both aren't too heavy or graphic I think), probably a poor representation of the manga/anime cause I haven't actually read/watched it all the way through despite wanting to
Word Count: 3.3k+
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Kozume grunted. His kagune, the source of his inhuman power, made strikes at his cannibal attacker, forming a bone-like needle that stabbed down at the unknown ghoul. The concrete shattered like thick glass upon impact as the ghoul continued to dodge.
Tokyo (especially its many outskirt neighbourhoods) had a ghoul problem.
"You're in the wrong territory if you think you can get away with that."
The other ghoul only laughed, continuing his fast steps. The laugh itself was painful, scratchy and high pitched. It made Kozume wince.
The people of Kozume's neighbourhood knew of the danger that lay waiting outside their doors, and thus an unspoken rule had been made among them. Don't be outside past sunset. Those that did take a nightly venture typically were found mangled and half-eaten by morning. Broken bones peaking through bloodstained flesh, large bites taken out of their thighs, and torsos ripped open; delectable looking meal for a ghoul gone rouge. Kenma wouldn't agree.
The dark alley that the ghoul had run into was walled off.
His opponent's black greasy hair hung over most of his face like a curtain, only letting a single black and red eye, and a sharp-toothed smirk poke through the strands. His hair swayed as he spun around.
"What does territory matter if there's food to be had?" The ghoul screeched before his powered ghoul organ seeped out of his body and shot toward Kozume. It scratched his cheekbone, barely missing his eye, thankfully, but would take time to heal unlike any normal would.
Kozume hissed at the cut, willing his own kagune to slash at the ghoul who began climbing up the sides of the brick walls. The sharpened bone just missed the man's food as he scurried over the ledge.
"See you later!"
The false blond stood there, yawning and rubbing his black and red eyes that were pinned to the building's top. Heat from the rising sun began to warm his back. With the new light and extra heat, the tired ghoul raised his arms, stretching, as he took in his familiar surroundings. The port, or at least near it. Kozume stepped out of the alley to see the broken concrete that was left in his chase.
Another yawn escaped him before he tucked his hand in his red sweater's pockets and walked the other way. He needed coffee.
