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"Would you believe me if I said I hated it here?"
Warning; slight sexual themes.
"Oi." Ayato calls over. He walks towards me, irritation evident. It wasn't that he was annoyed at me, rather, the "idiot" that served under him. I simply observe as he strides past me, his eyebrows creasing. There's a man on the ground, he's nervous. He's visibly shaking as Ayato walks closer.
"I-I," he stutters, "I'm so sorry-" Ayato kicks him, interrupting his apology. With the scoff that left Ayato's lips, it was evident he didn't care for whatever it was this man had to stay. I turn around. There wind kicks in, causing me to shiver. Ayato looks away from the man, who lies limp on the ground.
It looked like he was smart, lying there like that. Learning from your mistakes was a good thing.
"Did I miss something?" Ayato whips back towards me. I'd flinch, but my nerves seemed to be steel. Ayato's gaze didn't have that much of an effect on me.
"He was a fucking idiot." Ayato seethes. I raise an eyebrow, but nevertheless say nothing. Ayato's passive aggressive tendencies had shifted from being amusing to downright stupid.
"If I was an idiot, would you kick me?" I tease. Ayato rolls his eyes, and walks closer to me. In the process, he kicks the man again, who groans.
"You're not an idiot, he is." Was my teasing that transparent? Ayato was illiterate, a factor I often glossed over in my thoughts.
"But if I was," I say, "would you?" Maybe I should shut up. At the same time, pissing Ayato off was the only form of entertainment I had in this hellhole. I didn't do it often either. Ayato looks frustrated, conflicted even. My lips quirk up.
"... Yeah." Ayato finally decides. I tilt my head. So that was his answer? My rather bland mindset felt a stroke of intrigue, and I step towards Ayato. The poor man on the ground flinches, sensing my authority. I glance down at him.
"Hey." I call to the person. He doesn't dare to move; maybe he thinks I'm talking to Ayato? Ayato stuffs his hands in his pocket, and awaits a response as well.
"Fucking say something to her, trash." Ayato growls, kicking his side. The man merely whimpers. I give a brief wave to Ayato, a small signal to show he doesn't need to do that. I wasn't one for excessiveness. If it was a waste, it was a waste. You used too much energy with physical activities. Right now, even, I considered to be a complete waste of time.
That's probably why I hate that gecko bastard Yamori so much. He spends too much time on his entertainment, which I find distasteful.
"You can leave." I tell the hunched over figure. I wasn't sure if he could move or not, but I didn't care either. The figure at this point can only crawl, but in his mind, that must be a salvation. He simply slugs out of his room, taking his time with that as well. He winces every once and a while. The floors of Aogiri's makeshift base were flooded with shards of glass and other things after all.
"(Name), I'm surprised by how soft you are." Ayato merely rolls his eyes, as per usual. I shrug.
"What's the point of kicking around some guy?" I shoot back. Ayato clamps his mouth shut. He had nothing better to do, probably. I only found amusement in beating people up when I considered that person to be awful. Only then would I do it. But, Ayato could care less. Maybe I was soft? I certainly hoped I wasn't too much. The soft die.
"... You know, Tatara-san showed me our new schedule." I tell Ayato. The mood changes, from amusement to a surprisingly serious tone. Ayato frowns, but listens.
"You, Noro, and I are to leave for a meeting every Saturday from now on." I freeze when I hear Ayato coming closer. He'd behind me now, but I continue anyways.
"That is, until the doves come. That's a different topic, though." I tense as I feel warm breathing on my neck. There's a faint tingling on the nape of my neck as I feel Ayato press light pecks against it. It's almost ticklish, but it spawns a faint bit of heat to my cheeks.
"H-hey," I mewl, "you told me you're not one for public affection." Ayato snickers at my flustered reaction, and spins me around. His bluish eyes gleam with tads of lust and mischievousness.
"This isn't a public place currently." Ayato proclaims with a smug grin. I huff, before turning around.
"How nice," I dryly remark, "... sorry, I'm not in the mood. I've got too much stuff to get done." Ayato stops his antics after I say that, but clicks his tongue.
"Whatever." Ayato almost seems embarrassed at my rejecting his approach. He blows a strand of hair from his face, and looks away. He's too cute for his own good. I swiftly walk in front of him, and place a hand to his heated cheek.
"Y-you just fucking said-" I curtly cut him off by molding my soft lips against his. He prepares to wrap his arms around me, but I move back. It was my turn to be the smug one, as I see him starting to pant.
"Fuck." Ayato grounds out. I offer a small yet bright smile. It was odd for me to feel so adventurous, and I'm sure Ayato was thinking the same thing.
"Still not in the mood." I clarify with a hum. Ayato groans in disappointment, but nevertheless accepts his fate of not getting laid today. He shuffles alongside me as I walk towards a hole in the wall. I hear footsteps approaching, and frown. 'I never get to spend time alone with Ayato after joining Aogiri.'
"--[Last], Kirishima." I recognize the voice to be Tatara's. Since he was my superior, I had to offer up my loyalty and trust to him. If it meant ensuring Ayato's safety, that wouldn't bother me too much. He was a clever man, and to some degree, I respected his smarts. Not his ideology, however.
"Sir?" I call back in place of Ayato. It wasn't Ayato's strong suit to be respectful, so I'd mainly do the talking in this situation. His vermillion eyes are rather piercing, but I can stand my ground regardless.
"Rize Kamishiro," Tatara begins, "we need her. Find her, it'll be rather rewarding." Tatara pauses. Quickly, he leaves. It's obvious he has important things to attend to. I glance over at Ayato, and frown. I read up about this "Rize Kamishiro", as I did with most ghouls.
"From what I remember, she's a ghoul from the 20th ward. She eats an absurd amount. In the past few months, her activities seem to have died down quite a lot though..." I trail off, and look at Ayato. He seems to be thinking, and I can give a good guess about what. The 20th ward was where he and I were both from, along with his sister, Touka. I wasn't sure what his current relationship with her was, but I could only infer it wasn't healthy.
"I hate the place," Ayato grumbles, "full of a bunch of fucking wusses." I shrug.
"What can you do about it?" Nothing, that's what. Ayato walks over towards a broken window, and stares out. I walk by his side.
"I'll come with you if you want." I offer, and Ayato just glares at me.
"There's a nutcase gourmet out there. I'll just take whatever idiot subordinates I can scramble together and head out tonight." Ayato seemed far too protective in this situation. I wasn't sure if I could find it endearing, since it looked like he was underestimating my abilities.
You see, I wasn't defined by physical strength. I would rely on brains over brawn, along with any bits of stealth and strategy I could collect. If the ghoul I was fighting was relatively idiotic or unable to keep up with my hits, I could win. Most of the time. But if the ghoul possessed incredible physical strength, I'd most likely be outmatched. Despite this, I had earned an SS ranking, mainly for the organized terror I had previously rained down upon the doves. And of course, my executive ranking in Aogiri Tree.
"Fine. Just, don't do anything stupid, okay?" My voice changes to something a tad softer. Ayato seems a bit annoyed now, and brushes it off.
"I'm not an idiot," Ayato cooly says, "so I won't die."
I could only hope he was telling the truth.
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Hope this isn't too awful. Just felt like writing a series one day.
Tokyo Ghoul belongs to Ishida Sui. My writing belongs to me.
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Instead of the usual "I like this" type of comment, I shall try to leave a legit review.
This is a captivating beginning to a story, not to mention you kept Ayato in character. However, there are a few things that I must point out:
1. Your sentences feel choppy, and you could've described people's reactions a little better honestly.
Example: I simply observe as he strides past me, his eyebrows creasing. There's a man on the ground, he's nervous. He's visibly shaking as Ayato walks closer.
Perhaps say something like, "I gulp thickly as he strides past me with a menacing scowl, and walks up to a man lying on the floor. Curled up into a ball, he begins to shudder at the sight of Ayato's approaching form."
^That's something I blurted out without thinking too much. Anyway, steer clear from phrases such as - He/she is (looking) sad, nervous, happy, etc. Your fics will be a lot more enjoyable to read if you describe how characters feel/behave, rather than spoon-feeding your readers. Just be sure not to add too many details, though.
2. You're switching between present and past tense for no apparent reason.
Examples: It wasn't that he was annoyed at me, rather, the "idiot" that served under him. With the scoff that left Ayato's lips, it was evident he didn't care for whatever it was this man had to stay. My rather bland mindset felt a stroke of intrigue
There are more, but you get the idea. If you're writing the story in the present tense, then stick with that tense only. You can switch tenses in the dialogue, but not when the storyteller (you) is talking.
3. Refrain from info dumping such as: You see, I wasn't defined by physical strength. I would rely on brains over brawn, along with any bits of stealth and strategy I could collect. If the ghoul I was fighting was relatively idiotic or unable to keep up with my hits, I could win. Most of the time. But if the ghoul possessed incredible physical strength, I'd most likely be outmatched. Despite this, I had earned an SS ranking, mainly for the organized terror I had previously rained down upon the doves. And of course, my executive ranking in Aogiri Tree.
While it is a pet peeve of mine, I'm sure many other readers would like it better if you showed us the character's weakness; whether through dialogue with another person or description, it's entirely up to you.
Sorry if I was harsh there, and I also apologize for sounding like a know-it-all.
This is a captivating beginning to a story, not to mention you kept Ayato in character. However, there are a few things that I must point out:
1. Your sentences feel choppy, and you could've described people's reactions a little better honestly.
Example: I simply observe as he strides past me, his eyebrows creasing. There's a man on the ground, he's nervous. He's visibly shaking as Ayato walks closer.
Perhaps say something like, "I gulp thickly as he strides past me with a menacing scowl, and walks up to a man lying on the floor. Curled up into a ball, he begins to shudder at the sight of Ayato's approaching form."
^That's something I blurted out without thinking too much. Anyway, steer clear from phrases such as - He/she is (looking) sad, nervous, happy, etc. Your fics will be a lot more enjoyable to read if you describe how characters feel/behave, rather than spoon-feeding your readers. Just be sure not to add too many details, though.
2. You're switching between present and past tense for no apparent reason.
Examples: It wasn't that he was annoyed at me, rather, the "idiot" that served under him. With the scoff that left Ayato's lips, it was evident he didn't care for whatever it was this man had to stay. My rather bland mindset felt a stroke of intrigue
There are more, but you get the idea. If you're writing the story in the present tense, then stick with that tense only. You can switch tenses in the dialogue, but not when the storyteller (you) is talking.
3. Refrain from info dumping such as: You see, I wasn't defined by physical strength. I would rely on brains over brawn, along with any bits of stealth and strategy I could collect. If the ghoul I was fighting was relatively idiotic or unable to keep up with my hits, I could win. Most of the time. But if the ghoul possessed incredible physical strength, I'd most likely be outmatched. Despite this, I had earned an SS ranking, mainly for the organized terror I had previously rained down upon the doves. And of course, my executive ranking in Aogiri Tree.
While it is a pet peeve of mine, I'm sure many other readers would like it better if you showed us the character's weakness; whether through dialogue with another person or description, it's entirely up to you.
Sorry if I was harsh there, and I also apologize for sounding like a know-it-all.