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Ghouls Dogma (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Her entire face lit up red, and she sputtered in embarrassment, not acting at all like a blood thirsty Ghoul, but rather a young woman her age would. “Th-Thanks..”
 
She pursed her lips, a headstand look crossing her face. Of course she would be hesitant to tell a human her name, she was still a Ghoul, even after he admitted he thought she was beautiful or not. “What happened to your eye?” She changed the subject instead.
 
"Ah, my illness robbed it from me...could very well take my other one." He answered, not at all bothered that she didn't give her name.
 
She stayed at the other end of the couch with him, asking questions for half the day. He didn’t learn her name, but he learned that she liked music, classical and rock music, which he teased her over, and she blushed again and defended her tastes. He would apologize, laugh, and they would keep talking. She wasn’t all that bad to talk with, a little evasive, prickly at first, but she seemed to be generally interested in him, or maybe the idea of him? He couldn’t be sure.
When he heard a key in the lock signally Kojurou’s arrival home however, she seemed to vanish instantly. In the time that he glanced from the front door back to her, both the mask and herself were gone, more than likely out the window she had come in.
 
"Goodbye..." He muttered.
"Masamune?" Kojurou sounded confused and Masamune merely smiled.
"Daijoubu, daijoubu! Just muttering to myself." He said, "How was work? More papers?"
"And then some." Kojurou replied and moved to go start dinner, "Have you taken your proper dosage yet?"
"Ah, no...not yet...too busy entertaining myself.."
 
The inside of the facility was white, sterile and always brightly lit, the only lights that ever turned on and off were the office lights inside, and the cells housing the ghouls, but those were on a timer. Three levels below ground housed SS-rated Ghouls, those who were exceedingly dangerous, ones that were never again to see the light of day. That saying, none of the Ghouls held within Cochlea- a prison made specially for Ghouls -would ever see the light of day, unless they left as a quinque.
Flowers lined the walls, no, drawings of flowers. Each ones a different color and so lifelike it was unsettling. The sky was there too, colored all the way up to the ceiling, and on the ceiling a sun in the sky and birds. The woman in the cell stood perfectly still, holding a yellow piece of pastel chalk in on hand, which was smudged with color. She stared up at the fake sky she had created, lips parted slightly, and her stare a thousand yards away. Every day she would do this, fixing any imperfection, adding more flowers to the walls around her, making a mess of her white hair and clothes. Her hair, which looked like it hadn’t had scissors taken to them in a decade, tumbled down her back and past her waist. She had a slender physique, and light skin, and when she didn’t have her kakugan active, her eyes were the color of the sky on a clear day.
 
The man that toom care of her, Sasuke, didn't like being near her longer than he needed to be. He hated ghouls, thought they were vile and repugnant. Unworthy of life. She was better than the other ghouls, at least. Didn't yell at him or threaten to eat him. It was a tiring job.
 
Though she didn’t yell at him and threaten him, she also didn’t speak at all. For three years, she had yet to utter a single word, often times not even screaming, though sometimes she would move her mouth like she was going to. She kept to herself, didn’t destroy things or cause problems, but she didn’t get the same scheduled exercise time and socialization time as the other ghouls. She was far too valuable to be allowed to mingle with criminals, and though she wasn’t one, she was kept under lock and key for very different reason. She was a descendant if the Washuu Clan, illegitimate or not, and she was a womb. Only a the heads of the Washuu Clan and the branch families knew of Ghouls such as herself, and as she didn’t speak, there was no worries that she would tell. Writing or reading didn’t seem to be within her capabilities either, barely even knowing how to hold a pen let alone did she know how to write the Kanji for her name.
She had no name on her cell door, merely a blank engraving plate.
 
When harvesting time came around, he made sure that she was cleaned up beforehand to keep things sterile. He tied her hair up so it wouldn't get in the way before guiding her out of her room and to the lab.
 
Tying her hair up was a process in itself, but she never really struggled or made things difficult. The only sounds she hade as she walked were the soft scuff of her slippers on the cement floor and the heavy metal restraints on her wrists, which were more of a protocol that had to be followed to appease higher-ups than anything. She kept up fairly well, and didn’t complain. Having given birth only two months ago, she was in her resting period, which was the time given to her between breeding so she could recooperate. That being said, she was free to rest from being mounted, but not harvested from.
 
Once Sasuke helped escourt her to the lab, he was allowed to go no further. He usually had to wait around a while to take her back.
 
He never saw exactly what when on inside the lab, but he had heard what went on. She had a unique kagune, one that produced a precious metal as a by-product. When she was finally brought out, it was in a wheelchair, the woman too exhausted to walk even with assistance. Her kakugan would always be activated after, and wouldn’t go away for hours, more than likely a side affect of the drugs administered to her during the harvesting.
 
He could hear her struggling and screaming through the thick walls. He hated hearing her scream, it grated on his ears. When she was done after hours of harvesting, he dragged her back with little difficulty. He dropped her in her room and made sure she was cleaned up before leaving her with sone flesh and locking the door behind him.
 
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The flesh was human, but where it came from wasn’t specified, other inmates didn’t get the same meal, only a synthetic stew that kept them going- tasted terrible though. She crawled to the food, eating the food slowly, sitting on the floor as she did so.
Night fell over Tokyo, and with that, the Ghouls would emerge, it was safer at night, if only slightly. But some Doves too would be out at night, tracking down more difficult Ghouls that caused more trouble than they should.
The night air was cool, it felt nice against Akihime’s face, but with it, brought the familiar scent of humans and Ghouls that mingled together within the city.
 
She inhaled deeply and gave a soft noise, smiling softly, "I wonder what fun interractions I will have on my way home today~" She chimed as she walked home.
 
It was the usual busy bustle of Saturday night, people bar-hopping, groups of teens heading home after spending the day out with one another. Ghouls were out hunting, and so were the Doves. Akihime was smarter than that to simply go hunting on such a busy night however, only doing a little mental shopping to restock stores for the restaurant. Following her nose on occasion and stopping at shops that caught her attention.
Blood.
The scent bloomed in her nose, but it was a Ghouls blood, which meant fighting among Ghouls or a Dove had finally caught one.
Blood.
This time it was human, and in the relatively same area, perhaps worth a look?
 
The closer she got, the more she picked up with her sensitive ears. The sounds of fighting, flesh tearing and pained cries. A sickening crunch and more blood spilled. It was more than just two fighting. Of course the fighting was in a more destitute area, and soon she came across the first body. It was a Ghoul, struck down from behind, and quite dead, his head about ten feet from his body.
 
The fighting only continued up ahead, just out of sight of the main road as it was further down the alleyway. She could smell two Doves, and one more Ghoul, but it seemed one Dove was already down for the count.
 
She made it to the scene and stayed out of sight as she watched, wondering exactly why two Doves thought it was a good idea to encroach on her territory.
 
One Dove was slumped against the wall of the alleyway, quinque broken at his feet, and a deep wound across his chest. The other was still fighting with the Ghoul, but made a misstep due to his partners broken weapon getting under his feet. The moment he stumbled, the Ghoul acted, impalijg the Dove through the head, then dropping him to the ground.
“Shit ass Doves..” He spat, breathing heavily as he crouched down over the one he had just killed.
 
"Oi." Akihime's voice was low, angry, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Do you forget where you are?" She growled, stepping out into sight and letting her kagune fan out behind her.
 
The Ghoul got back to his feet stepping back from the investigator on the ground. “They interrupted our meal! Had no choice!” He spat back at her.
The second investigator, the one against the wall, coughed, blood oozing from his wound when he did, but he didn’t move.
 
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