What is, was, a peaceful city, has now been turned into a place that's become almost exiled from all the other wards, thanks to the head of CCG dominating district 8 with fairly more influence than the mayor himself, Asuya Futsuyo (Western Order). The main reason for this and the heavy control of the CCG over the 8th district? His great ability as a hacker that permits him to look at all over the city and dispatch squads whenever he spots something out of place. Ordering for cameras to be put in all of the bling spots of the city, the only place out of this paranoid's sight is under ground, beyond subways, and, of course, any camera that he isn't looking at at the time. And Ghouls have precisely decided to hole up in District 8's underground. And that brings us to tonight's fighting spectacle. A carefully arrenged room with people sitting in the metal chairs all around it, watching the current fight inside a towering metal cage, that is about to end. An extremely tall and robust, black haired man, filled with scratches and whatnot, is facing a skinny, sickish looking red haired man. The robust man gasps for air, before letting out an almost animalistic roar. "I need to eat! Stop getting in my way, you fuckin' idiot!" He shouts at his opponent. His wounds heal slowly as he gasps for air. The sick man across from him also seems really beat up, though his wounds are way smaller than those of his adversary. "And I have been eating human food for too long. I need to eat too, and you seem just like a fine meal!" The sick man jumps towards his adversary, his kagune sprouting out of his back, looking like an almost gigantic, crystalline bat wing colored crimson red. "Die already!" The other man, instead of trying to look for a way to retaliate, instead just charged in blindly against the one jumping at him, who started firing with his kagune at him. Ignoring the wounds, he continued going against him until he caught him midair and squashed him between his arms. The other ghoul continued on firing against him, but the man did not stop, until he wasfinally able to impact his opponent against the cage of the ring, effectively breaking it apart and falling towards the floor, where he was able to kill his opponent, using his whole body against him. A man, dressed rather fancily, steps into the ring with a microphone in hand. A dangerous S class ghoul who has preferred to take over this stage for his own entertainment rather than hunting, "No Face". "Haha! It seems our brawn has prevailed over our brains! The winner of tonight's match is the ranked B ghoul, Orc! Even rank B's are something to contend with, huh? Who'd have thought he'd prevail over rank A, Bat? They both had incredible lame titles, don't you think people? But I'm just wasting your time here. Now, Orc! Do us the honors!" And even while No Face says that, Orc does not move. "Um, Orc-san? It is no time to be sleeping. Either you do it or I-! Oh...." No face approaches the inert body of Orc and moves it, just to find that Orc died too, alongside Bat. "My, what unexpected turn. It seems both of them have died. Well, worry not, dear audience of mine." Out of No Face's back, two green, tentacle-like kagunes sprout, however, they look awfully sharp, almost like blades. In the blink of an eye, No Face cuts up the two bodies standing before him with his kagune. He then puts his kagune under the now sliced up body parts and throws them into the air, directed to a roaring audience. "I, No Face, and the Dining Hall never fail to deliver!" He says, while laughing a bit. The audience starts taking body parts from the air, some of them even with their mouths. Before long, almost everyone is already holding something, and perhaps also eating. No Face returns to the stage, where he stands in the center with a hand behind his back. "And now, dear guests of mine, please welcome our next fighters! They are-! You know, I think I'll let them make their own introduction, the flashier the better. I do need to repair the cage, after all. Now, please step in!" No Face orders the fighters, whoever they are, to step into the ring, while he gets off and gets to work on the cage, asking for some help too from other ghouls. "My, what rowdy children."

Ishin looked in to the cracked mirror of the Dining Halls holding area. Reflected back he saw a man, tall and dressed in a simple sleeveless vest. The red hair, pushed back by a hand and held there by a combination of sweat and water. A sick grin split the mans face like a wound that wouldn't heal. The man's eyes were black, two pinpricks of red staring back at him. Ishin was a Ghoul. A hunter. A devourer. A monster. One of the things that go bump in the night. A warning message for bad little humans. And he loved it. Ishin pushed away from the mirror and found his mask, sliding it on to hide his face. He wrapped scarlet bandages around his neck to hide the easily noticeable tattoos he had. Under the mask the grin widened as the doors to the Dining Hall opened. His stage...his crowd was waiting. Launching himself down the hallway, the stained glass kagune of his burst from his shoulders. Two magnificent wings of liquid RC cells, sending him hurtling into air and left him momentarily above the arena floor. The crowd looked to the arena, Ishin acting as a slight distraction from their meal. The crowd cheered. "Hailing from right here in Ward 8...The Terror of the Ward, The Graceful Beast, Public Enemy number 1, 2 and 3...so say the Doves...Savage!" The announcer growled to the crowd. Ishin dropped to the ground and stood silent, arms crossed and Kagune solidifying into their wings. The other combatant raged into the arena, all muscle and rage and anger balled up into a slight figure. The slight figured rippled suddenly as his Bikaku ripped into existence. His opponent had a mask resembling a shark, his Bikaku also resembled a sharks tail. Ishin tapped the chin of his mask and shrugged. The crowd quitened, the soft wet noise of flesh being eaten the only sound in the arena. Ishin spread his arms out and his wings closed together, sending out a volley of jagged shards at Shark. Shark rolled quickly out of the way and came barreling down at Ishin. They collided. All muscle and brute force behind Shark, Ishin adapted. His second kagune burst forward, wrapping his arm and forming sickly jagged blades. Ishin dug both into his opponent's shoulders and grinned. Breaking the locked hands with some force, Ishin pushed off the ground and flipped over Sharks head. Keeping the blades in, he pulled his arms and sent Shark flying into the opposite wall. Ishin howled and leapt into the air, following sharks trajectory. His blades struck home, one entering the mans stomach. "WHO WANTS TO SEE WHAT A SHARK EATS?" Ishin howled as he grabbed the shark ghoul and lifted him over his head. The blade in his stomach violently ripped a hole in the man's flesh and parts of his lower intestine spilled to the floor. Ishin had satisfied his bloodlust for tonight. Leaving a ghoul disemboweled was another days work. His kagune fell away as he walked back down into the holding areas. ---- Showering most of the blood off, Ishin collected his gear and headed out of the Dining hall. It was late. He needed to head back to Dark Nights, make sure all was running smoothly.

As the day slowly changed to different hues of the sky, Nono found himself idly reading choice novels in the library- the ironic sort that cued others on about him being a ghoul, but so unironic that he was sort of just making inside jokes with himself that no one else understood, much less the professors to whom he was writing thesis' for. Nevertheless, Nono enjoyed himself with mindless reading and writing, the white noise of the library offering a nice background noise as he toyed with which fancy transition to use. Eventually, however, the light from the large windows stopped reaching his corner, to which he responded with a shut of his book and a relaxed sigh. Shuffling his papers neatly together and placing them in his bag, he felt his stomach growl some sort of wicked, and all thoughts of character development and foils left his mind, instead replaced with- when was the last time he had eaten? Heading out the school alongside with other work-worn students, he shuffled his bag on his shoulder, noting to head into some dark nook until it got even darker. A pale hand lightly brushed over his bag, reassuring himself with a touch that his mask was still neatly tucked in-- Seemed like a fine night to dine. This had been a terrible mistake. The low hum of the bass reverberated in the tiny, porcelain skinned girl's body, her deep black eyes wandering through dim strobe lights of different hues. The more time she spent in dark hole in the wall of a home, the more time felt skewed, and she made the terrible mistake of heading out a bit too early. Rather than taking her right back home, her feet instead walked her into Dark Nights where she was now, her outfit sullied from a prior night's messy hunting. Her dainty feet easily made past ghouls and humans, searching for the staircase to take her out of the party, searching for the man who'd been gracious enough to let her stay and ask if she perhaps could have a change of clothes. Chou made a habit of wearing her victims' outfits in order to not have to spend money for her own attire, but her latest victim had ran around a bit too much, and she felt as though mens suits were more suitable for homewear rather than club wear. Sure she was a ghoul, but she wasn't stupid, even looking around just told her that the outfit she was wearing was too bloody and not revealing enough. Having traveled enough to the private areas, Chou stopped in front of a door, her eyes squinting at the characters before a pale hand reached up to knock on it. She couldn't read, never got a chance to learn, but she knew that the fancy plating meant that someone fancy was on the other side, and hopefully it was the fancy man she was hoping to meet. Another knock and: "Kuhaku-san...?"

He could smell it even before he opened the door, the smell of blood and human flesh. He could feel his stomach growl out and his mouth watered just thinking about it, it had been almost 3 weeks since he had gotten anything to eat and it was really pushing his limits. He had had to deal with slight headaches and a lust to just eat anyone that passed him by, but he was trained better. The door opened just slightly the smell became greater, overpowering even and his mind ran wild with ideas of what kind of feast they had prepared to him. Smiling from er to ear he entered the house. "I'm h-" His voice cut of and he felt ever part of his being freeze to ice as he tried to accept the sight laid out in front of him. Almost everything was red and what wasn't was upside down or broken. His eyes traveled around the room and soon found half an arm resting on top of a dresser. The rest of the upper body was lazily thrown just beside it, while his mothers other half currently in the hands and jaws of a mad man. His dad was struggling to breath as the blood entered his lungs, effectively drowning him in his on blood. Akurai could see his dad's body twitch a few final times before it as his mothers laid there lifeless. His normally calm appearance broke apart as anger and rage consumed him. His eyes flashed into a mix of black and red before turning into slits. Hands turned into fists and he could feel something just below his skin itch to break free."Why ?" His voice on the brink of breaking, but still clearly audible "Why !?!?"with that he lost the last piece of restraint he had. The two long green ribbons shot out of his back and wrapped themselves around the boy as he leaped towards the man dinning on his mothers inner thigh, pushing him to the ground and letting the leg role away. As his heart was still breaking he started to punch and punch and punch....and punch until the being below him looked more like mud then a person.

Another dollar, another day at the office. Today was another day Yoko would swear she was only here for the money. Not that it was particularly bad by any extent, but the day was filled with meetings after meetings on the progression and security here within the 8th ward that it sorta just droned by without any goal or success. Talk was circulating about cracking down on some of the lesser known, hit or miss, ghoul bases; as well as where the influx of graduates were going to end up and under who's supervision. Personally, she didn't care. The last of the meetings were just dismissed and she was done with required work until the start of the next week. Yoko couldn't wait to get home and see her darling Riichi, who was in the prime of his life, and maybe hit a few of the clubs and attractions scattered around town. She just had to lock up her office for the day and she'd be off. "Pardon me, sir," one of the office rats sputtered after bumping into her and going off on his merry way. Yoko soft-spokenly cursed at her small breasts. This was an issue that normally wouldn't have bothered her if it wasn't as long of a day as it has been. She had about had it with this office, when lo and behold, she opened her door and found another work file sitting on her desk with her name on it. She reluctantly packed the file with the rest of her belongings, to be read at another place, another time, and made her way home after locking up. What was in that file could be saved for tomorrow and hopefully wouldn't require another trip to the office. Now was the time to sit back and relax, at least a couple of hours before getting home to Riichi. Dark Nights was the point of interest right now for her. Though she has yet to actually go inside, she has heard positive things about it and has seen its rise in popularity. It was pretty lively by the time she arrived, a bit too much probably for the long day she's had. Nevertheless she found her way inside, grabbing whatever source of alcohol there was that was relativity cheep, and unwinding as fast as humanly possible.

CCG Headquarters, Eighth Ward Yuuka sat on top of a cafeteria table with her legs crossed, in as much as you could call what she was doing with her freakish raptor legs "crossing them". She absentmindedly spun an empty cup of pudding around her black metal finger, not thinking of much in particular. At the edge of her hearing she could pick up some people talking about her, throwing around the usual accusations. "Freak", "pervert", "race traitor". It was nothing she hadn't heard before, so she chose to ignore it. Come to think of it, she thought as she spun the empty pudding cup around and around, wasn't she supposed to meet her new partner today? She'd been assigned one of the newbies after Koizumi-kun decided he didn't feel safe working with her anymore. Which she didn't get. How many Ghouls had she killed? Dozens? Hundreds maybe at this point? She was the safest person to be with in the middle of a Ghoul attack! She spun the cup with calculated force, and it landed perfectly in the trashcan ten feet away. She picked up her plastic-wrapped sandwich. In any case, this marked the fifth partner she'd lost. The rest had all either quit or asked to be reassigned. That part she understood perfectly. She wasn't exactly the most popular person in the CCG. Yuuka felt something wet hit the back of her head. Someone had thrown a cup of instant noodles at her. She picked some of the wet, floppy noodles out of her hair and then looked around for the perpetrator. Two CCG agents stood around snickering near the exit. She smiled, and waved at them. "Thanks for the noodles, guys! I was thinking I could use a hot dish to go with this sandwich!" The two panicked and ran. Were they honestly that surprised they'd been spotted when they'd done such a poor job of concealing their malicious intent? In any case, she didn't hold it against them. As long as she could kill Ghouls, she was fine. She took a sip from her cup of coffee house coffee, noodles still dangling out of her hair. Still, she hoped she would get along with her new partner this time. It might be nice having her own little newbie to mentor, to mold in her own image. Who knows, could be fun.

Ishin made a beeline for his usual way away from the Dining Hall. The open streets had vagrants and homeless milling about slowly. The Dining Hall was not set up in a very…family friendly…neighbourhood. Still…with people like Ishin walking around not many places were family friendly these days. Like his club. Which also doubled as his house. And a hunting ground. He smiled a little and hefted the black duffel bag up higher on his shoulder as he walked through the neighbourhood. The dim glow of the street lights gave him a direct path. Not that he needed those lights. He breathed in through his nose deeply. He was slightly hungry and the scent of human flesh filled his nostrils with a sweet aroma. He sighed gently, his body shuddering gently as he focused on going home more than feasting. Another shudder and his skin on his shoulder blades rippled. Black began to creep over his eyes. He bit his tongue. Coppery taste rushed over his palate and he was normal again. He sighed gently and continued. Pushing his way through the crowd, making himself known to the staff, Ishin found himself at Dark Nights. The pumping rhythm gave him shudders of another kind as he watched numerous women, ghouls and humans, grinding along to the music. He may have to join them later. He made his way up to his office and found Chou waiting at his door. “ahhh…Totsuka-chan” He smiled and looked at her clothes, spattered in dry blood “new clothes and a new place to stay I assume?” he said quickly before opening the door to his office and walking in. He dumped the duffel bag down, his mask quickly pulled from the bag and placed on his desk. Dropping down in to the comfortable leather he looked around the office. It was all modern designed, glass desk…leather couch and everything a nice onyx colour. He gestured to the couch “sit down, tell me what’s up” he rubbed the back of his neck gently.

The roars of men cheering reached and echoed throughout Bakura's room, the noise even rattling some objects in the room. None of that mattered. The previous match had obviously riled up the Dining Hall. All he focused on was his heavy breathing as he glared at his hands that were twitching. He could hear the faint voice of the announcer "And now for the next show! On the right, we have one of your favorites and a classic show to watch! The Ghoul who's brutality knows no bounds! Who's strength knows no might! The S Class Ghoul...Rhino!!" The crowed roared in unison as a massive man in a gray suit walked out into the light. He raised his arms and roared, further hyping the people up. He wore a steel mask with a single giant horn. "And on the left, we have a mysterious newcomer! The man who will make an exhilarating debut against mighty Rhino, the unclassified Ghoul World Eater!!" The spectator's chuckled and talked down on Bakura "Hahaha poor fool. To have to face an S Class Ghoul right off the bat" "Its as if he wants him to die" "Look at that, he's not even coming out" "We should be betting on how quickly he dies rather than who dies" They all laughed, self absorbed in the atmosphere. However, the spectators began to become annoyed that the challenger had yet to shown himself "What is this?! Where is he!?" At that moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard from the opposite side of the room. All eyes turned as Bakura, now dressed as World Eater, walked out into the open from his room. His intense glare was set on one man as he ignored the rest, his prey Rhino. He calmly walked to the stage, leaping up to the platform and glaring up into Rhino's eyes. Rhino chuckled. "You think you can take me puny man?!" He grinned behind his mask, his eyes filling bloodlust as they shifted into black and red. He raised his arms and slammed them downwards towards Bakura. Rhino didn't want to bother showing his Kagune. He wanted to save that excitement for the next show. However, instead of blood and chunks of meat, Rhino only crushed the concrete where Bakura was at. Before being able to react, Bakura had leapt into the air and send a powerful elbow to the top of the man's head. It wasn't enough to take him out though, instead only angered him. Rhino thrashed his head around, hitting Bakura in the stomach with the pointed horn. Luckily, his body was easily capable of withstanding that kind of attack. "That actually hurt. I wanted to save this but you pissed me off" Rhino said, his eyes shaking with rage. From his back, he activated his Koukaku Kagune. It surrounded his entire right arm in a giant Rhino looking gray horn. With surprising speeds, Rhino swung his massive Kagune and hit Bakura square on his side. Bakura barely managed to soften the blow, but at the cost of his left arm being completely broken. Bakura was sent spiraling and skidding across the ground, crashing into the wall. The crowd roared in excitement, yelling Rhino's name like some type of cult chant. Bakura got up, blood dripping down his left arm and out of his mouth. He could already tell he wouldn't be able to use his left arm for the rest of the fight. By that only excited him further. "My turn" Bakura's eyes quickly shifted into a mix of black and red, his 8 harpoon like appendages sprouting from his lower back. Bakura ran towards Rhino with incredible speeds, far too fast for Rhino to keep up with. But before reaching him, Bakura skidded to slow down as he fired 4 of his appendages like rockets at Rhino's limbs. Rhino swung his Kagune to smack them away, however they quickly changed course to evade his slower Kagune and dug into his chest. Bakura quickly followed up by pulling himself in, landing on the surprised Rhino's giant chest. "W-what" Bakura's other 4 appendages wrapped around Rhino's Kagune and began to tightly squeeze it. "the fuck are you" Bakura grinned, opening his mouth wide as his gas mask snapped open to reveal his salivating mouth. Without hesitating, Bakura quickly took a large piece out of Rhino's shoulder where his Kagune was at. Rhino roared in agony and rage, the pain sending him into a berserk like state. He swung his Kagune with all his might, hitting Bakura's wide open ribs due to him feasting on Rhino's shoulder. Bakura gritted his teeth as he was sent flying into the cages' opposite side, blood splurging out of his mouth as he made contact with them and fell. Rhino was heavily panting, grabbing his wound with his free hand. "I've seen my fair share of crazies. But that look in your eyes, I can't let you live" He began to walk towards Bakura, raising his Kagune to deliver the final blow. "Must eat....must eat....must....EAT" Bakura's Kagune straightened out and rose into the air, its beauty captivating the spectators and even Rhino. However, that wasn't the only thing they were drawn to. The appendages began to look as if they were morphing or fusing, the spectators watching in shock and amusement. They appendages shifted shape once they had fused, now into the shape of four vicious looking heads with razor sharp teeth. Bakura quickly raised his head to look at Rhino, his eyes on the verge on insanity. One of the heads took a bite of Rhino's ankle, causing him to yell. Bakura pulled himself towards Rhino with the head as he skidded towards Rhino. Rhino, in a state of panic raised Kagune to send it downwards at Bakura. Instead, that was his own downfall. Leaving himself wide open, Bakura sent another head to take a giant bite right at his armpit reaching up his shoulder. Rhino was unable to move his Kagune now due to the head who refused to let go of his flesh. All he could do was watch as his inevitable death came. Bakura sent his other heads to bite Rhino's other arm and leg as Bakura pulled himself to Rhino's neck. A wide grin was on Bakura's face "Dinner tastes best when doused in fear" He took a large bite out of Rhino's neck, tearing off the flesh from his bones. Rhino dropped to his knees, blood pouring out the gaping hole in his throat. His last sight was Bakura's deranged eyes with his Kagune behind him, as if they were laughing at him. *THUD* His body dropped, dying. But it wasn't over, not for Bakura atleast. He flipped Rhino over and began to feed on his Kagune and Kakuhou. The crowd watched in silence as the sound of crunching and chewing echoed in the room. "....." A spectator began to clap, as another began to follow, and another. Soon the whole room was standing on their feet as they cheered "World Eater". None of that mattered though, Bakura only wanted to eat after all. He stood up, wiping the blood from his mouth as his eyes returned to their usual cold expression. He limped away from the ring and back into his room, hoping to escape through the back undetected.

High-kick, bounce off of grounded food, land on other, high-side kick - back into stance. Jab shadow-boxing, footwork and weaving. Hisoka's breathing did not falter, despite the hour of shadow-kicking and boxing which he had been working on. Sweat rolled from his brow and down his torso, but his breathing remained calm. That was the first lesson he'd been taught in the combat classes of the academy; breathing is everything. The last two years had been interesting for the newly instated investigator. Hisoka had quickly become a star pupil at the academy in everything but standard education. Mathematics? Fail. History? Barely a pass. Sciences? Middle of the lane. Once it became applied for Investigator work, however, Hisoka immediately became an A+ student. Ghoul Biology and Combat Education are the two which he stood out in, the latter due to him being the best in his class by a good skill gap and the former because of the stark contrast between that and the regular biology class. He could easily take up an apprenticeship at HQ and learn under Chigyou-sensei, but his calling was here, in combat. As far as Hisoka was concerned, this was the only thing his body was made for - 14 years of honing into a weapon. He was a loaded gun with an aim once, but after the Marrow incident that aim was suddenly gone. Ghouls were the only thing which could possibly take its place. The sound of the gym door opening served as a reminder. He was getting a partner today, wasn't he? Hisoka turned to the door from his spot in the open area, only to get a face full of towel. He yelped, pulling it off of his sweaty skin to look at the sudden assailant. "You're a damned savant, boy. Get some help." Said assailant was 1st Rank Investigator Ikiryo, the academy combat instructor who had effectively taken Hisoka under his wing for two years. An ever impassive and difficult to please man, he rarely smiled and when he did it was rarely a good sign. "First day on the new job and you somehow find a gym to hole yourself up in." With a respectful bow to his now-former instructor, Hisoka smiled up at the tall man. "Nerves." He answered simply, wiping around his forehead with the towel, brushing a scruffy fringe of unnaturally pale hair our of the way. "What're you doing here, Ikiryo-sensei?" He asked with an inquisitive edge. It was not like Ikiryo to come seeking one of his students, especially if they're so far from HQ. "Can't a guy go and personally wish good luck to one of his students?" "It's not usually in your character, sensei." "Yeah, well. Consider this an exception. I also knew you'd probably forget to go find your partner." It was very much out of character, from Hisoka's perspective. The pale, bald man walked up to Hisoka, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Seriously though. Good luck out there, Araújo - you've got talent, don't waste it and die early. Now go get changed and meet with your partner." Ikiryo nodded to Hisoka, pointing out his state of dress. Yeah, probably would not be a good idea to dress in fight shorts and a sports top for your first day of work. Hisoka nodded to Ikiryo. "Thank you, sensei. Good luck to you as well." With their brief and appropriate goodbyes all said, Hisoka bowed once more and hurried off to the changing room. One would figure that getting changed into your work uniform would not take long, but the suit-and-tie appearance of the CCG did not really go down well with Hisoka. It was a nice look, but if he was going to be functional, he'd need freedom of movement. So he just went without the jacket and replaced it with a brown hoodie, feeling it was the most he could do while remaining in uniform. It got a few looks, but until he was a Rank 2 he could get away with it. Looking over the cafeteria, it was not exactly difficult to identify his new partner. Of course he had heard of Special Investigator Matsuoka previously through the grape vine, and he had had a look over her 'file' as it were, but seeing her in person was a different matter. He found himself sort of just blinking at her from across the room, trying to register what he was seeing. He had heard her be called a race traitor and a freak, but he simply did not see it. Yes, she was shocking, but he just saw...damage. She was damaged, evidently at more than face value given the extreme nature of her modifications. Either way, rank and track record did not lie - she's good at her job. For a few minutes, he contemplated how to go about introducing himself, sort of miming his greeting to the air while some Investigators and Bureau Investigators passed him with odd looks. He paid them no mind. Might as well get used to the shock-value before meeting her, right? Hisoka finally approached Yuuka, stopping just before the chair opposite her. "Special Investigator Matsuoka?" An entire rhetorical question. He tried to disregard the fact she had noodles hanging out of her hair, more so distracting than the fact part of her face seemed to be grafted on. "I'm His-" He stopped himself, remembering the formalities. "Rank 3 Investigator Araújo Hisoka. I'm your new partner, I think." With a respectful and trained bow, he looked back up to Yuuka with a slight smile. "Please take good care of me."

Using what little strength he had left Akurai managed to lift himself of the bludgeoned man just to take two steps and break down next to his father’s body. "Come on now dad. Don't play like this, just... wake up. Please?» He knew it was useless, but something inside him just refused to accept the reality. Grabbing onto his father shoulders he shock him slightly, hoping and praying that it would somehow bring him back, but it was to no avail. Laying his father's body back down Aku felt the tears stream down his face as he could no longer deny the truth and as he did the rage and anger had subsided and was replaced by only sorrow. However another feeling from deep inside him also started to resurface, the feeling of hunger. The hunger had grown greater as he had used his remaining power. The headache he had had turn into the worst on he could remember, almost splitting his head in two. His body shivered and twitched as he tried to deny his instincts. "I can't, I won't"He repeated to himself as he felt his mouth water by the sight of flesh and blood. "I refuse to eat them" His stomach twisted and turned and Aku let out a groan of pain. Biting down on his lip he pushed himself away from his dad and into a corner. He sat there and felt his emotions and instincts play thug of war with him. His mouth watering while he himself bit down on his lip until he remembered something he could eat. Crawling out from the corner he made his way over to his pray, bloody hand prints stained the floor as he moved and soon he reached the puddle of a man. Reaching down into the bloody mess he felt substance and tor of a part of flesh. Holding it in front of his mouth he repeated "This or them, this or them" until he finally gathered the courage to bite down. However as soon as he felt the taste of the flesh he gagged and dropped the piece. Never had he tasted something so foul, something so disgusting and stomach turning. However only moments later he grabbed the piece back up and took another bite, this time managing to swallow some. The meal took a few hours as for every second piece he felt his whole system disagree with what he was forcing into it, but he kept it all down and kept forcing himself to eat more. "Last leg now" He said to himself as some sort of motivation to just get done, to just get this hell over with. Getting up Aku made his way to the shower. His body was numb and his face was emotionless, he was working on autopilot. His clothes made a splash as they hit the floor and as he stepped into the shower the water turned a crimson red. His knuckles stung as the water and soap ran down them and revealed the slight bruising and cuts the bludgeoning had led to. Stepping out of the shower he quickly dried himself, brushed his teeth and then found a bag. Going into his room he filled the bag with clothes and everything else essential. Down stairs he found the safe he knew was hidden in the wall and tried what he was sure was the code, but that didn’t work. The ribbons shot out of his back and he ripped the safe to shreds and then quickly stuffed the money hidden inside into the bag. Making his way towards the door he stepped over the bodies littered around the living room and as he reached the door he turned and said “Thanks… thanks for everything” then he closed the door behind him, put on his hood and embarked into the dark .

The dark haired girl glanced behind her at the appearance of the red man, following after him as he walked into the room. As light flooded her, only then did he realize what a true mess she was, her basic manners making her feel uncomfortable as her blood crusted shoes stepped against slick linoleum. Chou looked from Ishin to the couch, her hands gripping at her skirt as she wondered if it was a test- she was dirty, and no doubt Ishin could see that, yet he wanted her on the pristine looking piece of furniture? Instead, Chou coughed to clear her throat, adapting a straighter stance. "No need," she answered, voice small and strong all at once, "I only came here to ask for clothes. I'm almost done my meal and I want to lure another one..." Her eyes glanced down at her attire as she added, "But I feel like I'll attract the wrong sort if I keep wearing this..." As though remembering she was asking for both a changed of clothes as well as the right to hunt in Ishin's grounds, she added, "But don't worry- I'll bring another kill as an offering for you, too, Kuhaku-san, I'm not the greedy sort."

CCG Headquarters "Special Investigator Matsuoka?" Yuuka was surprised to hear her name called and turned her head to face him. The boy standing in front of her was a real cutie. Looked foreign, brown and well-built, like a little mishka. He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. "Rank 3 Investigator Araújo Hisoka. I'm your new partner, I think." This kid is the new recruit? He's not much older than Tatsumi would've been, if he... A noodle flopped freely and struck Yuuka right in her good eye, making her wince. Yuuka sighed and brushed the cup and the remaining noodles off of her head. "Sorry about that, there was a little thing with some other investigators and uh... anyway, it's unbecoming of me as an investigator to look so messy in front of my new partner. Feel free to chew me out later for my unprofessional behavior, Sergeant Hisoka sir!" she said, mock saluting. "So you're the newbie, huh? It's nice to meet you. My name's Yuuka. Matsuoka Yuuka, Special Investigator. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to call me." Yuuka held out her metal hand for Hisoka to shake.

The relatively empty shop stood in the dark with its yellow lights standing out without a sound coming from the inside. In the kitchen, a young worker was in the kitchen, seated on a stool with his earphones on, bent over the marble table with all sorts of ingredients, silverware and spices pushed away to make room for a pencil case and notebook. Along with some scribbles around what seemed like math questions, there were some small writings that were actually related to the topic. The boy tapped on the table with the back of his pencil, simply staring at the sheet of paper in front of him. His free hand went to look for the cup of coffee he'd poured earlier. Once he realized that he couldn't find it, he raised his head to look forward emptily. After a few seconds, the young man lazily got to his feet, tugging his earphones out and moving away to pour some coffee. Not every night was this boring for him, of course. Once every few weeks or sometimes even days, he'd spend a night out, getting a nice meal and taking a walk. It was like a ritual. He'd walk out, going down the street he lived on, look for anyone that might catch his eyes. If he found anyone, he'd give them stories, names, jobs... Trying to figure out what kind of people they were like. Sometimes he'd even approach them and even get to know who they were, inside out. But tonight was simple. Simple was good sometimes...

In the streets of District 8, Izumi Junpaku, better known for her monikeer of 'Hunter Spider' while wearing her mask, is destroying a single camera she ripped from the walls. With both of her kagunes, she wildly smashes it, until nothing is left. "Damn guy! who does he think he is, spying on us like this! This is just the law of the jungle! Let us feed on your corpse all ready!" After her little fit of rage, Izumi calmed down with a sigh. "One of these days, though." With that, she put her kagune back to where it belonged. Out of sight. It was bad enough that she felt angry after feeling that someone was watching her. "I could care less whether it is that guy from CCG or the so called "Checkmate", it pisses me off that they want to spy on me." The girl with the tiny frame left the alley she was in after smashing the camera to pieces, of course, not before taking her mask off. Outside, she took a deep breath to calm herself. She had left some of her human friends waiting for her in a coffee shop (thank god it was coffee shop), so she made her way there again. "Sorry to make you wait girls!" Izumi said while approaching the table, but when she got there, there was no one there anymore. "Wha? Where did these girls go? That's totally not cool, just leaving me hanging like that." Searching through her handbag, Izumi takes her cellphone and checks for any messages, and sure, there it was, a message saying they'd miss cram school if they did not hurry. "These girls... there's such a thing as manners. Well, what can you do." She blocked her phone and put it away in her handbag again with a sigh, that quickly turned into a smirk. "Well, I guess the hunting starts earlier today." Out of the coffee shop, she decided to go to the popular restaurant with the silly name, Meat, Meat, MEAT! Maybe they had some special request on something, maybe a shortage of meat, contrary to what one would think because of the name. She went by the back door and knocked, waiting for anyone to come greet her. "Heeey! It's me, Izumi Junpaku charity services! Is anyone there?" She said, playfully. Leader of CCG Ward 8, Asuya Futsuyo, made his way by the hall towards the cafeteria. He had in his hands his smartphone, with the screen completely darkened, at least, from an outsiders point of view. Someone was walking beside him, but Asuya quickly moved his phone out of the man's line of sight. "What? Did you lose something?" Asuya asks the young man walking beside him, who looks positevely surprised at Asuya being so defensive about that kind of thing. "U-Um, no? I was just wondering, can you even see your phone like that, sir? I mean, it is pitch dark from where I am standing!" The man says, while they both continue walking. Soon, the cafeteria is near their sights. Asuya opens it with one of his hands, with a smirk on his face as he is about to explain things to the new boy that was assigned as his underling. "Hmph, you are so behind in the world of security, my friend. This is a privacy screen protector. Shoulder surfers like you are rendered useless with this baby." Asuya says, feeling quite proud of himself. Before having a chance to reply, though, Asuya snatches away the papers he had been carrying until now. In front of Yuuka and Hisoka's table, Asuya slammed the pile of papers onto it. "Matsuoka, Araujo, glad to see you are already getting to know each other, and since this'll be your first day, I will be assigning an easy mission to the two of you. You are to go after the A rank, Knight. Of course, this mission is easy because of who your partner is. Don't screw up. And Matsuoka? Stop being so damn messy, won't you? Everything you damage is paid directly from MY paycheck." His subordinate could only think that the rumors of him being a true paranoid were true, as Asuya explained things to the pair. He then left, decided to hand other people their missions.

The Special Investigators antics were unexpected. In Hisoka's mind, the Special Class of investigators were these aloof entities who were completely dedicated to the role of Ghoul Investigator. While he could certainly see aspects of the latter point in her body alone, Special Class Matsuoka was not exactly as...distant as he was expecting. She saluted, and she let out the slightest of chuckles. "Matsuoka-san, if anyone has earned the right to be a little unprofessional in the cafeteria, it is the Special Class investigators." He reassured her, reaching out to take her metallic hand without pause or shock, giving it a firm shake. "I hope our partnership will be fruitful, Matsuoka-san. I hear you are quite skilled." He finally moved to sit down across from her, about to try and strike up some more conversation until a stack of papers came slamming down infront of them, obscuring short Hisoka's vision of his partner and drawing his attention to Asuya. Hisoka had yet to meet the head of 8th Wards CCG, as his transfer and assigning had been handled by 1st Ward HQ. This first meeting said a lot about the man, from appearance and tone alone. Asuya got the job done, by any means necessary. Also a bit paranoid. "Don't screw up." Asuya said. Hisoka would be lying if he said that did not annoy him somewhat - as a child who had only really excelled at his role, it was something he was not used to and something he would have to get used to. It was one thing to get lucky to kill a B Rating ghoul and impress your teachers at the academy, but it was another to go out as an Investigator and actively hunt ghouls. A reality which would become clear to him in the future, for sure. "Yes sir, we will handle it." Hisoka said with a slight nod, reaching out to start parsing through the piles of paper. One of the things taught at the Academy was dissection and digestion of appropriate information from stacks of paper like this and, like anything else involving ghouls, Hisoka had grown quite good at it - although with a poor start. When Asuya was a distance away, Hisoka spoke up. "He's odd." A polite way of saying 'I'm not sure if I'm a fan of him'.

Ishin continued rubbing the back of his neck as Chou rattled off what she needed. Of the ghouls that found solace underneath his name, she was the more interesting ones. Rather than eat and run leaving a corpse…she was like a huntsman spider…always waiting in dark alleys and hiding in her little sequester. He had tried on multiple occasions to break her habit of that, offering her a job and a room in the apartments that sat above and around the nightclub but she’d have none of that. Hell, he was close to offering to teach her how to read so she’d stop living in squalor. He held a finger up, motioning for a second and picked up the internal phone. “Hey, Shima-chan?” He said quickly “yeah, up in the office now” He nodded and put the phone down “Shima is going to give you her work clothes…” he scratched his head as the door opened and a girl that was the same size as Chou stepped in. Dressed in black Gothic Lolita clothing, Shima was attending to some of the clients that enjoyed such dress “you’ll be wearing lingerie for the rest of the night Shima-chan, stay behind the bar and serve drinks…if anyone gets handsy…well” His eyes flooded black and Shima grinned, her eyes following suit. She undressed and handed her clothes to Chou before turning on her heel and walking out. “Get dressed and we’ll head out…I need to fill up our little storage room too” He said with a smile.

Nonozumi Miko

Being still too light to comfortably hunt- even a guy who could easily blend in with the surroundings got a bit paranoid with the cameras around- Nono took to venturing through the streets. Or, rather, the shades of them, playing a game involving rules that didn't make sense, letting himself win or lose at whims. His meaningless meandering led him to the nooks and crannies of the buildings, where the whirring of cameras seemed to echo loudly. Well, this certainly was a bad place to be- if he was the only one there, then he was much easier to spot. Skipping his way towards back to civilization, he found himself spying a wayward blonde, knocking on the back of... hm... now what store was that? After much calculation on the steps he'd taken, Nono had concluded it was the ever popular Meat, Meat, MEAT shop which he hadn't frequented in a while. And even when he had, he remembered that- "This is the back door,"he said, stopping behind the girl, his feet having taken him to her without his notice. "You know the entrance is on the other side, right...?"

Totsuka Chou

Chou waited patiently at the finger, her fingers playing with her skirt as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. There was something about Ishin that she felt reliant towards, and often felt distressed with how much she relied on him. Surely he was a busy man, and no doubt babysitting a non-passing ghoul as herself only added unnecessary stress. She'd decided after this that she'd aim for other girls with similar outfits, and perhaps lessen the burde- Her dark eyes flickered upwards at the arrival of the new girl, Chou's eye twitching at the attire, wondering about it's mobility. She immediately chided herself, however, assuring that if Ishin thought it was a good fit, no doubt it was a decent enough outfit. Chou nodded a thanks as she accepted the clothes, her eyes having paid good attention to how it was taken off so she wouldn't need to ask for help in putting it on. At Ishin's command, Chou nodded, a hand already reaching for the hem of her shirt to take it off before realizing that one, she couldn't hold the other clothes and take off her current one at the same time and two, she had been scolded before for undressing without fancy underwear. "Excuse me," she said in her small voice, leading herself to a corner where she got changed as quickly as she could, fumbling with the ribbons before giving up and lightly stepping back towards Ishin. "Uhm, I'm ready," she said, dirty clothes in one arm, her mask in another. "Shall we go?"

"Yu kno, itsh not tat eashy workin all day, gouin from onez meetin twos anothers fer more den seix ourss. Andz! Notsso much ashs a bot'le a water. Ahndz a, ay uh." Yuko stopped, noticing one of the server women's well developed breasts and comparing them to her own before continuing on her drunken rant. "uh, a... you knoww, no... thats not whuts wroung. I need... ne, I need a nother drink. An other one, plez... I needs bigger breasts. They all... onley ma darlin Riiichi lovels me. But itsh cool, itsh col. I jusht need ma Riichi..." Yuko froze for a few minutes, gathering her thoughts and realizing that she's been out way too long. "Anwho... thanks for the night. I'm goin home... gon go to Riichi, gon.. ya." Yuko skuttered to her feet, ignoring everything that wasn't immediately important in front of her. Wibbly wobbly, she made it out to the front door of the night club, a migraine already settling in. Within 5 minutes longer than it should have, she was outside, breathing in deep the nice fresh air, before collapsing into a slumber three feet from the door, against the wall of the building.

The boy in the kitchen raised his head and waited for a second before tugging his earphones out and pulling the plug out of the phone. Sure he'd heard a voice from inside, he looked around, noticing that there was a head poking out from the window of the back door. I should've gone home. The boy slightly tilted his head forward, rubbing his eyes with his finger tips while speaking. He noticed the girl and the boy standing in front of the door once it was open. Sighing, the worker took a step back for them to get in and go inside."Good evening," said a dull, tired voice that came out of the boy's mouth. He raised his head once more, pointing at the door that led out of the kitchen. "Take a seat. I'll be there soon with the menus."

Bakura roamed through the sewers, staggering and crashing into the walls as he walked aimlessly. He pulled off his mask, dry blood still around his mouth. He wiped it away before falling against a wall and slumping to his ass. He looked up at the roof of the sewers, the sound of rats squeaking and water dripping was all he could hear. "Like hell I'm gonna let myself die here" He staggered up, continuing to walk through the sewers. This time he knew where to go. Bakura had previously taken out numerous cameras at certain spots for him to use as passages between the sewers and the streets. He removed the manhole and climbed up the ladder with his one good arm, struggling the entire time and even falling down once. From there, he walked back to Meat! Meat! MEAT! everything seeming to be a blur. To the cameras, he would look like just every other drunk person while in reality he was a Ghoul in critical condition. He walked up the front door of the shop, hitting it open. The bell's chime rang through the room as Bakura entered, holding his broken left arm and still with his hood on. He lifted his head, blood and bruises all over his face. His eyes were cold as he looked at Edward "I...need some help" He collapsed forward, his snow white hair breaking out of its ponytail and flying out into the open. He thudded on the ground, only with enough strength to barely keep his consciousness.