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Sending A Bigger Monster: A Hellsing/Tokyo Ghoul Crossover Fanfiction

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Ch. 6: Unexpected and Expectant Guests
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    • Chapter 6: Unexpected and Expectant Guests
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    This scene feels so cliché, Seras, Michi mentally moaned to her mistress. I mean, right now, I`m just waiting for someone to literally jump out and attack me.

    So far, as she walked down the street, the only people that Michi had seen actually out and about outside were a couple in romantic embrace, perhaps cheating on one or the other`s lifetime partner, a gang of juvenile delinquents hanging around a public vending machine outside an arcade, and even a few policemen making an arrest. But, what all of the people saw had in common, was that there was someone else with them. No one was alone.

    After all, who would want to walk around outside at night all by their lonesome, and give a hungry ghoul the perfect target for a midnight snack? And, looking at Michi, anyone would think so as well. A pretty girl walking alone in the night would have any ghoul salivating at the thought of chewing her up. Even if the 20th​ Ward was a quiet place, ghoul-wise, such things still happened on occasion.

    Michi, however, knew better. She knew that, if someone did try to attack her, her vampire mistress and guardian angel would pop up out of nowhere and dine on them, body and soul.

    As entertaining as that might be, it would be preferable that such a thing didn`t happen, so that we can save our surprise for our intended audience, Seras told her.

    True that, Michi replied. Turning around a corner and continuing onward, she immediately found what she was looking for. Down the sidewalk, she saw a young, purple-haired girl walking out a door and towards the advertisement board that stood in front of a quaint-looking café. On the sign that stood in front of the café door, she read, "Anteiku."

    "Hey there, Touka!" she shouted, waving her hand in greeting.

    Standing up, surprised, Touka looked over to see Michi walk up to her.

    "Oh, hi. Michi, was it?" she asked.

    "Yeah, that`s right. So, you just closed up shop I`m guessing?"

    "Yep. So, sorry if you were hoping to try our coffee." She paused for a brief moment, as if a thought had crossed her mind. Her eyes narrowed, almost imperceptibly so. "So, what brings you here?"

    "I was in the neighborhood visiting a friend`s house," Michi smoothly replied. "I was about to go home, and then I remembered Yoriko telling me about your job, working as a waitress in a coffee shop. So, I decided to check it out."

    "So, you spent the day at a friend`s house in a neighborhood two wards over from where you live until the dead of night before deciding to head home. Then you decided to come over to a restaurant that you heard about from the only friend I have in school, without mentioning you knowing how you knew where it is in the first place. And you came here by yourself, against whatever better judgment you ought to have, considering you`re a Ghoul Investigator`s daughter, and what happened to you and your friends a while back."

    Michi didn`t have to be the daughter of a ghoul Investigator to see the suspicion in Touka`s eyes. She also knew that her very heritage was a reason for Touka`s suspicion.

    So she sighed, raising her hands again, this time in surrender, saying, "Alright, you got me. I didn`t come here just to check the place out. I came because there`s someone I know who really wants to talk with you people here. In private."

    Touka`s eyes narrowed even more so, and she stepped closer to Michi. "Who do you know that would want to talk with us? And why?"

    Michi simply smiled mischievously in return, and leaned in conspiratorially, and whispered into Touka`s ear:

    "Ripper. And she knows that all of you are ghouls."
    "Hey, Manager! We have a guest who wants to speak with us!" Touka shouted, as she led Michi through the door into Anteiku. Since the store was closed, the only people here were her, Koma, Irimi, Yomo, and the manager, Yoshimura. Koma and Irimi were already out in the café proper, finishing up with cleaning the tables, wiping down the counter, and putting away all the tableware. Yomo would be in the back, likely about to go out to do some "shopping," and Yoshimura would probably be in the office, handling the store`s finances. Each and every one of them a powerful ghoul capable of handling themselves if it came down to a fight.

    But, for some reason or other, Touka`s instincts were screaming at her to run away from the human girl that walked past her into the café, drawing the attention of both of the other waiters already present. Touka didn`t know why that was, for as far as she could see, the girl didn`t have any manner of weapon on her person, or at least, something actually dangerous, she had a thin frame but wasn`t what could be called "athletic," and Michi had even allowed Touka to search her person and take away her cell phone and wallet, meaning she couldn`t call for help and, if were killed and dumped in some random location, no one would able to find her for some time and, even if they did, there would be no trace that anyone at Anteiku had done it.

    The only thing which clued Touka into why her internal alarm bells should be ringing at all was the girl`s own attitude. From the slight skip in her step to the slight smile on her face, her whole figure suggested that everyone around her was the punchline for some joke that only she knew about. And so, Touka decided to err on the side of caution and hear out the girl before deciding to just take her out back, break her neck, and rip her guts for tomorrow`s breakfast.

    Koma spoke up right then. "Hey there. I`m Koma. What would bring such a delicate flower into our corner of the world? And to speak with the Manager, no less."

    "Would you happen to be a friend of Touka`s?" Irimi said, chiming in. "Otherwise, I don`t think she would`ve let you in."

    "Well, I don`t think we qualify as friends," Michi replied, "but we have met in school, in the cafeteria, but we don`t share any classes together, so we barely qualify as acquaintances."

    "Okay, still, what would bring you here, Miss…"

    "Matsuzaka," said a warm voice. Touka turned to see the Manager come in from the back, Yomo behind him. He continued. "Michi Matsuzaka, daughter of Associate-Class Ghoul Investigator Akumo Matsuzaka. She is the girl on the news who survived the first recorded Ripper attack a couple of months back. Am I correct?" he asked, giving her his signature room-brightening smile.

    It was a testament to how well the ghouls` could maintain their composure under pressure, as none of the ghouls gave any outward sign of their instinctual fear of "doves" that would set off the girl.

    She smiled back, beaming brightly. "Yes indeed, and you are?"

    "Yoshimura," he replied. "Now, Touka said that you had something to talk with us about?"

    Michi`s smile faded, as her face grew serious. "Well, Touka didn`t quite say it right. Rather, there`s someone I know who wants to speak with you. Someone who knows that you are all ghouls."

    The tension in the room rose up like a flood from a broken dam, accompanied by a silence that was nearly palpable. Everyone`s faces immediately lost all sense of polite greeting in that moment, and Touka could see the thoughts that began to swirl in the other ghouls` minds about how Michi knew, who she knew, why she was here, and what to do to keep their secret intact.

    Yoshimura spoke again, not as warmly as before, but certainly as calmly. "Who is this someone, Michi?"

    Right then, a beep sounded, causing each of the ghouls to flinch in the direction of the sound. It emanated from the watch on Michi`s wrist.

    Looking down and pushing a button to silence it, Michi looked up again at the man-eating predators who had her surrounded, and flashed them an enigmatic grin that would`ve fit very snuggly on the face of the Cheshire Cat.

    "You can ask her yourself."

    Before Touka could ask Michi how, since she knew that the girl hadn`t been followed to Anteiku, her spine went stiff from the shivers that ran up and down it like a swarm of spiders, and her skin suddenly broke out in frozen sweat. Looking down, she saw the source of her inexplicable surge of fear.

    It was Michi`s shadow.

    Normally, Touka, like any other hardened ghoul, wouldn`t be caught dead jumping at suspicious-looking shadows, since it either led to ghouls being dead or dying of embarrassment.

    This shadow, on the other hand, moved like it was alive. It shifted and contorted as it spread out and away from the girl who made(?) it. Then eyes, blood-red eyes opened inside of it, all of them staring and gazing outward at everything around them. Touka looked into those eyes, and felt true fear settle into the deepest parts of her being.

    And then, a white-gloved hand extended out from the shadow, rising up along with its arm as if reaching out for a throat to strangle. It then bent towards the side, making way for the head of blond hair that was now emerging from the shadow as well.

    Pressed against the door, Touka watched in shock and awe as a strange figure stood up from the shadow it emanated from, a shadow that was now withdrawing inside the figure, coalescing into a mass of shapes vaguely resembling barbed tentacles. After it was finished, Touka could see that it revealed the form of a young, busty woman dressed in a cosplay-like burgundy red military jacket with miniskirt and short sleeves, accompanied by long stockings of a similar shade and a pair of black boots. What surprised Touka the most, however, was that, underneath the straw-gold hair, was the face of a girl who was barely an adult, not much older than she was. A face that held a pair of glowing red ruby eyes and a smile filled with sadistic glee and sharp fangs.

    Touka took a brief moment to look at everyone else. Koma stood way back behind the counter and looked as if he`d wet his pants, Irimi`s eyes were like light bulbs and she was covering her mouth with her hand, Yomo had taken a defensive posture and his normally expressionless face showed genuine fear in it, and Yoshimura had visible beads of sweat on his face, revealing how shaken he was by this turn of events. When she looked at Michi, the girl was doubled over, with her mouth covered, and her body shaking as if trying to hold in something immense.

    She brought her attention back to the materialized nightmare before her. This must be how a human feels when a ghoul corners them, she thought. While she had felt a fear of death before, that was from getting pursued by Ghoul Investigators, and she`d never met a ghoul that was so dangerous before that didn`t also give her fury and drive to beat the crap out of them. This fear that she felt, this was that of a little lamb before the big bad wolf, the fear of prey before a predator, the kind that instilled an absolute feeling of helplessness.

    The monster then swept its normal right arm forward in front of itself while bowing to all the ghouls in the store. It spoke with a voice that echoed by its own merit, with a softness to it that only a supernatural being like itself could have possessed.

    "It`s a pleasure to meet you, ghouls of Anteiku. My name is Seras Victoria, the Ripper of the 10th​ Ward, and No-Life Queen of all Vampires."

    The room was dead silent. No one, not even Yoshimura, dared speak. Then Seras spoke up again. "You can let it out, Michi."

    The girl proceeded to let out a burst of laughter that resounded through the room like an explosion.
    "NO! PLEASE!! I`M BEGGING YOU! DON`T KILL ME!!!"

    "Your screeching is very irritating, showing that you still have nothing worthwhile to say. Even your kagune is nothing more than a piece of trash, incapable of making a good quinque. The only thing you`re good for now is dying."

    "NOOO-"

    *Slash*

    And with that, Amon thought, another one is dead.

    This ghoul had made the grave mistake of attempting to ambush First-Class Investigator Kureo Mado in a dark alleyway, resulting in the ghoul swiftly losing an arm and a leg to Mado`s quinque. Amon knew how much Mado loved the scenario, as he got to watch how a ghoul underwent an emotional roller coaster as the predator became prey to the seemingly helpless prey it had hunted. It was something that was not effective in luring targets, but it gave Mado a thrill that never grew old.
    "Well sir," Amon began, addressing his senior partner. "It looks like another dead end here. At this point, I believe that the other ghouls here know even less about Ripper than we do."

    "Yes, it certainly appears so. Fortunately for us, we caught quite a few more rats than we thought we would. Unfortunately, they were all about as useful to us as the air they breathed. It seems that this Ripper is either very well hidden or keeps very exclusive trust to be so active and yet be so much of an enigma to even her own kind. On top of that, none of these ghouls had anything interesting to contribute. This one had the only kagune that we actually got to see in action out of the five we met, and let me tell you, that koukaku of his may as well have been a chicken bone with how thin and scraggly it looked. This ghoul must have been starving and certainly very weak to begin with to have had such a useless kagune."

    Amon checked his watch, and saw that it was well past midnight.

    "Sir, I think we should call it a night. I`ll call the branch office again to come dispose of the body so that we can go and get some rest."

    Mado just sighed. "Very well. I guess I won`t be having interesting prey again for a while. At least, not until I meet the Ripper. A cannibal several dozen times over with a streak of arrogance and a propensity for titles of royalty. If nothing else, I hope her kagune will make for a magnificent quinque."

    Amon nodded. He too looked forward to finally seeing that monster slain, especially for the purpose of bringing justice to it for what it had done to Investigator Nakadai. Amon remembered how, one time, Special Investigator Shinohara, a man he respected, spoke very highly and fondly of the man, and Amon had read of his exploits. Thus, it was nothing short of heart-breaking to have first met the man after he`d been mentally broken by the Ripper. The man had been reduced to a complete wreck that literally jumped at shadows and wouldn`t sleep without the lights on at full luminosity, lest he scream like he was being brutally murdered.

    He screamed just like that ghoul did, Amon noted. While he had never known the man personally, he felt especially pained when he saw how much grief Shinohara showed at the man`s condition, which was so extreme, even his presence did little to assuage the man`s fears.

    He also remembered talking with Fujiyama, who had accompanied Nakadai the night they met Ripper. The boy was distraught because he had been rendered completely helpless by the Ripper, and thus unable to help his senior partner in any meaningful capacity when he had faced the Ripper alone. On top of that, the boy said, it had all happened so fast that he couldn`t give any real details about the Ripper other than that it was a female that wore lots of red.

    What had truly struck Amon in that conversation was the true sorrow the boy had expressed when he`d let down his partner. Looking to Mado, he vowed to never let the man down, and always be there at his time need.

    "Don`t you worry, Mr. Mado," he said, with a slight smile. "We`ll get her, one day. We just have to find her first."

    "Ya ain`t gonna have to."

    The two men immediately about-faced at the sound of the voice. Standing at the entrance to the alleyway was an individual who stood at just below head height for Mado, but appeared to have a lithe figure. He wore color-coordinating ash-grey shoes, pants, and an open business suit, revealing a black vest and button-down shirt with a white tie, with a couple of final touches in the forms of navy blue shades and a red scarf. Most notable was the person`s voice: youthful, with a deliberate gangster slant to it. The lad`s whole appearance screamed wannabe yakuza.

    On a normal day, Amon wouldn`t be worried about an individual who was a walking example of having more style than substance. But, his words carried a tone of voice that hinted that he knew far more than he was letting on, so both Amon and Mado brought out their quinques and studied the enemy before them more carefully.

    The lad raised his arms. "Hey, easy fellas. I wasn`t sent here to pick a fight. My orders rather are to bring an invite."

    As the two Investigators stood there, slightly confused at his words, he pulled one side of his suit out, revealing an envelope in the breast pocket. Slowly, he brought his hand over, grasped it, lifted it out and, bending down, placed it gingerly on the ground.

    Straightening his suit, he spoke again, "Well, it was a pleasure to meetcha, Koutarou and Kureo. See you next week, and don`t forget, all the party guests are expected to bring
    gifts. After all, it`s a special occasion for the Mistress. See ya!"

    He then turned and walked away. Amon and Mado quickly gave chase, but when they exited the alleyway, the boy was nowhere to be seen. The two of them turned back to the envelope that had been left for them.

    "Well, at least he left us with a parting gift," Mado said, stepping forward to retrieve it with his gloved hands.

    "Something`s wrong, Mr. Mado," Amon said suddenly.

    Mado paused, and turned towards him. "What`s that?"

    Amon looked at him with a grave expression. "That boy. He was watching us the entire time and we never noticed. On top of that, whoever he is, he knew us by face and by name. Either he personally knows us, or his Mistress, Ripper, has a means to gather detailed information on CCG personnel."

    Mado paused to think. "You`re probably right. Smart rats these are. They`re certainly going to make our lives more interesting, won`t they?"

    Amon nodded. "Agreed."

    Kureo Mado bent down again towards the envelope, grasping it with his gloved hands.
     
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    • It's good to see this updated, but man, if your FF account tells me how much updating each story gets. And then there's the new one coming in September...While I do have some complaints about it, it's better for all if I invoke Thumper's Law.
     
    Nice, glad to see more of this even if I know nothing about Tokyo Ghoul. So Touka and co are part of the main cast normally? They getting recruited?
     
    Hello XavierRall
    congrats on embarking on another adventure of writing, planning, plotting and building a story.
    your writing style is solid, but while the idea seems interesting, the story here, i just couldn't get attached and interested in it.

    Also, Seras seems overpowered for the setting, and feels a bit suish IMHO. nerfing her would go against Hellsing cannon, but keeping her with her current power and approach, as well as its success makes the ghouls seem inadequate. as much of this story seems to be around the physical combat and struggles of the groups against each other, it seems that it both makes her advantage even greater, AND loses some of the touch of Tokyo Ghoul-the parts about the lifestories of the Ghouls and humans, and how they struggled with being monsters ,being attacked by monsters and living with monsters around them.
    each a different take on the question-what is a monster, and each having a human side, one that would have us sympathize with the character for at least some degree.
    This seems to be missing here.

    Finally, i dislike it when in a crossover the main protagonists seem to meet and join and work together fast, i dislike it when one side, usually the one the story is more focused on, gets to lead/command/ have superior moral ground/ talk into following him-the main cast of the other side.
    (Seras entrance left the Anteiku too speechless).

    Just My Homble Opinion.
     
    fun update, not to much to say as it's a setup one.

    I assume
    'Michi mentally moaned her mistress.'
    should be
    'Michi mentally moaned to her mistress.'

    RD - given the premise I'm pretty sure he's trying to establish that the TG moral conflicts are petty/inadequate when compared to the greater powers/monsters out there, as when it comes down to it there all still mortals trying to live there lives.
     
    Sorry nothing new has been posted in a while. I have several other fanfiction projects on my plate, but more importantly, I have work on the weekends and school started back up again. Expect the new chapters to be uploaded even more sporadically than before.

    On top of that, I am also going to soon be exploring a new Hellsing fic, that I`ll release both on fanfiction.net and here.
     
    New Hellsing fanfiction posted in new thread for those of you who love reading about Seras Victoria and Hellsing but have no freaking idea what Tokyo Ghoul is.

    It is titled: All Hail the No-Life Queen!

    Also, I hope to have a new chapter for this story written and released before the end of the week. *fingers crossed!*
     
    Ch. 7: Walpurgisnacht Approaches
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    • WARNING: This is the most violent chapter I`ve written yet! BLOOD + GORE!

    Also, I don`t know if any of you will agree, but I think this is also the single best chapter I`ve written yet for any of my works. Unless someone argues otherwise.

    Chapter 7: Walpurgisnacht Approaches​
    "There it is," Seras declared. "Cochlea."

    In the distance, she looked upon one of the most intimidating prisons she had ever seen. A massive sloped cylinder of a windowless building hundreds of meters high squatted in the center of double pentagonal rings of towering walls. While there were gates for automobiles to pass through, each one was heavily guarded and overlooked by sentry posts at the top of the walls, each post holding guards armed with automatic weaponry and searchlights. While there were a variety of facilities within the walls, only the immense holding center for the ghouls themselves had no windows.

    So, Pip mused. The kiddie gloves are coming off now, n`est-ce pas?

    The invitations had been sent only the night before.

    Yes, Pip, Seras replied. I`ve only got six more days before the event, and it`s the perfect time to get everything going. If I`m going to put an end to this war, I need to do something extremely drastic that will allow for that kind of change to start happening.

    How does slaughtering more of us help end the exterminations?     cried out one of the ghoul familiars. How does bringing us closer to extinction help us survive? Huh?!

    A cacophony of voices rose up in Seras` mind, all of them belonging to the ghouls whose blood and souls she drank. They were so loud that she physically winced from the volume, forcing her to mentally suppress them, an action that still disgusted after fifteen years of unlife.

    Although she had come to drink the blood of many a vampire and monster in her fifteen years of service to Hellsing, she refused still to outright crush the souls and wills of even her worst victims like her Master would to each of his familiars. Thus, she had also initially developed a habit of not immediately scouring the memories and knowledge of the souls she consumed so as to be able to review them at a different time when she had the opportunity to relax herself and fully digest the fact that she had consumed yet another being. This was why it took Seras so long to realize the true nature of the ghouls, a fact she regretted when she learned that how kind-hearted some of the ghouls she consumed actually were. Now she made sure to check over her new familiars as soon as she acquired.

    "Those ghouls giving you trouble again, Seras-sama?" a boyish, gangster-imitating voice asked behind her.

    She smiled, then addressed the voice. "Yes, the ghouls I`ve consumed don`t quite agree with my course of action."

    "I stopped caring for the voices of the dead quite some time ago," a feminine voice joined in, this one speaking with a cold, bitter bite. "Even now, when we can hear them, it is the living who truly
    matter, for they build the future."

    "Don`t be so foolish, child," an elderly voice chided, resonating with wisdom and noble authority. "It is from the dead that the living learn their most lasting lessons. It is when they fail to learn from the dead that they repeat their mistakes. It is our newfound purpose as the undead, those who stand between life and death, to show the living the perils of their errors in life."

    "Ha! I think you`re fooling yourself, Gramps," she heard another male voice retort, amused by the old man`s words. "You only wanted to be a vampire to avoid dying, old man."

    "That`s enough, all of you," she said, turning to her companions. "Tonight, we`re upping our game. Only six days left before our world premiere. What we`re doing here is but a teaser for the CCG to
    wrack its mind over. Remember, we go in, we get our targets, we get out. We should be getting word from our inside man… now."

    It`s all clear, everyone, the aforementioned inside man communicated, giving the listeners the impression of a young man entering into his prime. I`ve taken over the security in the prison proper, so the rest of the facility and the CCG will remain unaware of our operation. I`ve also rigged it to destroy all evidence of our presence once you all leave. The ghouls we need alive and free I`ve already retrieved, and am now about to head for the 20th​ Ward to process them through Anteiku.

    "Is it playtime now, Obaa-chan?" This was the voice of a little girl, innocent and sweet.

    Briefly turning to look at the person who spoke, she replied, "Yes. Just remember to follow the rules, okay?"

    "Okay!"

    Seras turned back in Cochlea`s direction, the light of the moon shining down to gleam on its surface.

    She grinned predatorily, embracing her vampiric majesty in full once more.

    "My children, show them what true monsters are made of."

    She and her compatriots then transformed into mist, and drifted, silently, towards the prison.
    Telekinesis. Teleportation. Shadow-manipulation. Familiar summoning. Regeneration. Agelessness. The list of powers he had at his disposal by being a vampire was long, and he relished using each and every one of them.

    Traveling as a mist was also undeniably cool in his mind, especially from the sensation he got from practically becoming the wind rather than having it blow in his face.

    Above all else, he reveled in the sheer power he now held.

    Being the firstborn son in his family, he was first in everything among the children in the family due to both age and size, a privilege he greatly cherished. When he went to school, he quickly discovered that he was more than above average in athletics, and so began to drive himself to go to further lengths to achieve greater feats. He tried his hand at a multitude of different sports, including baseball and swimming, eventually finding his forte in both track and archery.

    His desire in life was simple: to be the best, no questions asked.

    So he pushed himself through long hours of training and fought as hard as he could to earn great achievements. He took great pride in his training and his accomplishments, although some would be quick to call him arrogant, since he held those of lesser talent in lower esteem and those who managed to surpass him with seething envy. But no one could fault his work ethic, whereby he still continued to build himself up.

    Then he got ambushed by a ghoul.

    Confronted by a predator, he was forced to run in an attempt to escape, recognizing that there was no possible way he could fight it and win. Unfortunately, the ghoul caught him quite handily, crippling him with its kagune. Having no means of escape, forced to wait for the ghoul to kill him, he reflected on his life`s choices. Determined to honor his own memory, he decided that he wouldn`t die a coward, so he turned toward the ghoul, cracked a smile, he said, "G-g-go a-ahead… Eat me. I`ll make sure you choke."

    Seras would later tell him that it was this last spark of defiance that convinced her to offer him vampirism after she dispatched his attacker with casual ease. While he gave little care for her motives, or even her crusade, only two things about Seras mattered to him: she gave him great power, and she held greater power still.

    So for now, he`ll follow her lead, wafting into Cochlea in search of prey to feast on this night.
    Selecting a cell at random, he decided to take the theatrical approach to his first victim.

    Then, remembering Seras` orders, instead of kicking the heavy door down, he opted to walk through it. Upon entering, he saw that, lucky for him, his target was a woman, and a pretty one to boot.

    Katsuo grinned from ear to ear in appreciation.

    "WOOH-WEE! You, ma`am, are one fine-looking dollface!"

    The female ghoul instantly woke up, shocked to see someone in her cell without her knowing that they were there. The confusion on her face was quickly apparent.

    "Who the hell are you? *sniff* And what in hell are you?"

    Katsuo clapped in response. "Bravo, miss. Bravo. It is truly a testament to your nature that you are able to retain your edge in awareness and sensory ability in the midst of suffering the evils of this cruel place. And so beautiful, too."

    The woman leaped forward and slammed her rinkaku kagune right in the spot where Katsuo was standing.

    He laid in the bed where she had been just a moment ago. "Wow. This thing is absolutely uncomfortable. How do you sleep on this thing?"

    The woman turned around, a look of shock evident on her face.

    "W-What do you want?"

    Humming to himself, he kicked his feet up and jumped off the bed, planting his feet on the ceiling. Turning towards the woman, who appeared upside-down in his view, seeing the look of absolute disbelief on her face-

    "BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAaaaah! You should see the look on your face!" he laughed, throwing his head back and pointing at her. "It`s absolutely pric-"

    SQUELCH!

    The ghoul ran him through with her kagune.

    He dropped from the ceiling to the floor in a broken, bloody heap.

    The woman huffed to herself. "Shitty freak. I still don`t know why the hell you came." She bent down and over him, moving toward his face. "But at least now you`re as dead as you smell."

    His hands suddenly grabbed the sides of her head, applying enough pressure to make her skull start straining. He gave her the toothiest grin he possibly could, feeling great pleasure in watching her face contort in pain and fear.

    "It`s a wonderful feeling, dying. Trust me, I know from experience."

    The smiling face of Seras-sama came to mind as he stopped playing and crushed the ghoul`s skull between his hands.
    There you are, she thought, as she finished draining a ghoul of blood while looking through his memories. Using her telekinesis, she then tore the body to pieces, splattering the bones, guts and brains all over the bed, floor, wall, and ceiling. Walking through the wall once more, she eyed a particular cell lower down on the opposite side of the chasm that hollowed out the center of Cochlea. She leaped across to the other side like a child over a crack in the sidewalk, then phased through the door like all of the others she had that evening.

    She knew who he was the moment she saw him. It may have been years since she last saw him, but that face of his looked as stupid as ever. After all, it`s difficult to forget the face of the one who killed your best friend and ate her for lunch. All while watching in cowardly despair and powerlessness from a safe hiding place.

    She grabbed his ankle, yanked him off the bed, and threw him into the wall, cracking the wall and shattering his spine.

    "ARGH! WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT FOR??!!"

    She was silently thankful that the Rc-suppressants that the ghoul prisoners ate had worn off somewhat, else he`d get killed too quickly.

    "You don`t know who I am, therefore you don`t know why I`m here," she stated, her icy rage showing through her calm voice.

    "I know exactly why you`re here, bitch!!" he retorted getting onto his elbows and knees, trying to get up again. "You`re here to take my screwed-up life and screw with it even more!!!"

    She gave a slight smile at the response, walking over to him. "Good guess, but that`s not even half the story." Bending over him, her eyes searched his body and her memory. "My motive here, is vengeance." Then, looking at a particular spot under the right shoulder-blade, she thrust her hand into the ghoul`s flesh, grabbed what she was looking for, and ripped it out.

    "AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" She watched, amused, as the ghoul screamed once more. If he`d had a normal diet, he wouldn`t be suffering this much. But imprisoned ghouls were intentionally never given their full, necessary diet, leaving ghouls like him much weaker than they normally would be. "I`LL KILL YOU!" Then, after a moment, his face of pain and anger filled up with confusion as he looked at his shoulder. "W-wh- where`s m-"

    "Can`t get your kagune out?" she asked in sadistic pleasure. He turned back toward her. "I`m afraid you need a kakuhou for that." She held up a sack of flesh pinched in her fingers before his eyes.
    "And this is yours." Then she lifted it over her head, lowered it into her mouth, and swallowed it whole. She simply loved the look of shock on his face when he saw it.

    "What? You`re a ghoul? But you smell like a human! And you`re dressed like a Dove!"

    She let her pupils flash red, and bared her shark-like teeth. "Dove? Yes. Human? Ghoul? No."

    The ghoul could feel it settle into his gut, that sensation of paralyzing fear that the lamb has when the wolf has it cornered. "Wh-when Big Bro hears about this, he`ll-"

    "Do absolutely nothing," she declared, cutting him off. His face was the picture of mournful disbelief.

    "What? What do you mean?"

    Normally, she doesn`t indulge in the pain of her victims. After all, her victims were ghouls, evil ghouls that she knew needed to die. Her friend, Aiko, had died by their hands. Even though she was one herself.

    But this was the ghoul who cannibalized her. And her newly acquired vampiric nature inclined her to indulge in this sadistic torture.

    "What do I mean? Last night, a Dove gave him the beat-down of a lifetime. And do you know what the best part is? Now he has to serve that Dove for the rest of his life. Whether he likes it or not."

    He vehemently shook his head, pushing himself as far from her as he could. "No. No no no nonononNONONONOOO!!!!"

    She stood up, towering over him like the Grim Reaper. "I`m here to do a lot more than screw with your life. I`m here to smash your body to bits, break your mind into a million little pieces, and then drink up your soul like a can of Coke. But look on the bright side, you might get to see Yamori again, before you both go to Hell."

    Naki just screamed as she approached him once more.
    Even now, in this prison, as he consumed the life of another ghoul, he recognized the soul of a true Japanese man.

    Japan was a nation populated with a people that, despite decades of Western influence and liberal democracy, still retained an Eastern sense of honor at the core of their beings. He, having lived
    through World War II in the prime of manhood and watched the nation change before his very eyes as he aged, understood this better than most. It was an honor that told a person to die rather than
    surrender and admit defeat. An honor that would only bend before an undeniable power, and then only for the right cause.

    This ghoul surrendered to the CCG only so as to distract them from his escaping family, allowing them to live another day.

    Seiichi had seen great suffering during the War, both from his comrades and the enemy soldiers he came across. And when he came home from his deployment, he saw the price of war on the ordinary citizens, from the sacrifices they made for the military`s benefit to the deaths they suffered from the air raids that the Americans rained down upon them. But the sight of all the suffering at first only made him more furious, as he, along with Japan, became even more determined to destroy their hated enemy.

    Then, Hiroshima.

    The ghoul suffered through experiments and stretches of intense starvation, as his life descended into an ever-worsening nightmare.

    He had the misfortune of witnessing the destruction of the city by that demonic weapon the Americans later revealed to be the atomic bomb. When he came to the city, all he saw was a wasteland of broken ruins. Where there had been vibrant city life filled with excited traffic and laughing children, there were only two sounds to be heard: whistling wind, and agonizing wails. It haunts him even today. This was why it pained even more so when, three days later, he learned that Nagasaki had fallen to the same fate. By then, what point was there in honor in the face of absolute annihilation?

    He remained thankful to the gods to this day that the emperor had the wisdom and the courage to put the welfare of Japan before its honor, and told the military to stand down.

    The ghoul prayed every night for the safety of his family, finding peace and comfort in his prayers, and his personal sacrifice.

    He, more than any of the others, understood exactly what Seras was trying to do. The CCG would try to annihilate all ghouls at the cost of thousands of human lives each year not just because they were driven by money, vengeance, or even justice. They also did so out of honor, for both themselves and Japan, because they had embarked on this war, and would either gain complete victory, or lose everything.

    Japanese honor would only bend before an undeniable power, and then only for the right cause. Japan surrendered to America at the very end of World War II because the threat of the atomic bomb was the annihilation of Japan, and the word of the emperor, from the mouth of the gods, was that he could no longer abide by needless war. Japanese honor was defeated by the unspeakable tragedy that was the atomic bomb.

    In all the decades of his life, nothing had ever horrified him so, not even the ghouls, who he could not help but pity, in their existential suffering.

    But now the No-Life Queen had come to this world. And she threatened it with horrors they could scarce imagine.
    "NOOOOO! PLEASE! STOOPPP!"

    *CRACK*

    The little girl dressed in her pretty, frilly, purple princess outfit pouted as the ghoul she was playing with stopped moving after he got tackled into the floor.

    "Ooohhhhh. You can`t play for reals with me either? I guess I can only play pretend with you."

    Bending down, she made a friendship kiss on his heart and drank him all up, from his insides to what was all over the room and what had gotten on her dress. She watched his life movie, and then let him join her other friends and her daddy in dreamland. Then she invisible-exploded his old house.

    She walked through the door to the cell (it felt funny, walking through a door), and began looking for another playmate. Closing er eyes and scrunching her face, she listened really hard.
    Unfortunately, hardly anybody new to play with was left. Masa-san was being greedy, taking new friends everywhere, Katsu-kun was having a lot of fun playing with each of his new friends, Kita-san was being her mean to everyone, Nakagawa-sama was kind and thoughtful as he always was with everyone, and obaa-chan-

    *CRASH*

    Jumping in surprise, she immediately down to the bottom of the big hole, where she saw obaa-chan crouching, her black-and-red arm out and ready to play. Then she saw a hole in the wall, and there
    stood a tall, strong-looking man with a serious face. She watched him rush forward - he`s fast! – and punch at Obaa-chan and she blocked it. She punched back – he blocked it! She saw Obaa-chan
    smile. This looks fun to watch.

    She watched, fascinated, as the two of them ran and jumped around, over, and under each other, throwing punches and kicks at their chests, their faces, their arms, over and over and over and over and- there`s his other arm! Their playing became lots more fun as she used his special arm and Obaa-chan made her black-and-red arm bigger to play with him.

    She heard Obaa-chan say a few things to the big man. Something about a priest, some clowns, the people in gray, the letter "v," and somebody called the "Wah-shoos?" But he didn`t say anything back.

    She giggled and fidgeted as she watched Obaa-chan play with someone for reals for much longer than she saw anyone else play with her. I hope that she lets me play with him for reals. She knew that Obaa-chan was going to win. After all, she hadn`t done the invisible throw, changed her body, or even asked her friends to join her.

    She saw the big man slow down, and then Obaa-chan punched him really hard, and he stopped moving. She saw Obaa-chan whisper something - I can`t hear her, - in his ear, then made a friendship kiss on his neck, drinking him all up, before standing up and then making his old home invisible-explode.

    Then Obaa-chan head-spoke. Is everyone finished?

    There`s nothing left, Your Majesty.     Masa-kun.

    I`m done what I came to do. Kita-san.

    Nobody left but us. Katsu-kun.

    Nobody`s left? So playtime`s over? She replied.

    We have nothing more for us here. Nakagawa-sama.

    All right everyone, let`s return home. There are some new developments that I need to discuss with you all as soon as we get there.

    Everybody became clouds, and they floated all the way back home.
    The crescent moon hung low in the sky, shining as much light on Tokyo as it could. The new moon would arrive in six nights.

    And the inhabitants of Tokyo, both human and ghoul, couldn`t help but dread the thought. As if the heavens were turning their gaze away from them.

    As if the darkest of nights was coming to swallow them whole.

    Edit: Credit for the OC Haruka goes to Burke23 of FF.net.
     
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    • Okay that little just reminded me of a slightly saner Gretel. Or is that crazier? Either way, the implications are terrifying.
     
    Oh my. Seras is expanding the family I see.
    I can't help but feel that grandpa alucard would be so very proud
     
    The likelihood of Masahiko even being able to harm Seras to any true degree is......questionable.
     
    Something tells me that Masahiko doesn't know about the telepathy between fledgling and sire.
     
    Do most of Seras's group also leave the souls intact?
    like the japanese ghoul? is he in there?
    also, when in wherever they are, is the ghouls hunger gone?
    and can Seras release them like she does Pip? like, letting them say goodbye to their families or something?
     
    No matter how many times I read the latest chapter, Seras's "family" bugs me. For one, unless the whole virgin thing doesn't apply in the TG universe, how did Nakagawa become a Vampire at his age? And Masahiko doesn't seem the kind of person to have his either.

    Also, only revealing their siring through flashbacks is a little bit of a cop out, but that's just me. I would definitely like to see how they met with Seras and learning even more dangerous monsters that lurk in the dark. On a lighter what do you think the order in which they were sired? It was already established that the opposite gender rule still applies so Rin and Haruka would've have to been bitten by one of the guys.
     
    Xavier Rall said:
    WARNING: This is the most violent chapter I`ve written yet! BLOOD + GORE!

    Also, I don`t know if any of you will agree, but I think this is also the single best chapter I`ve written yet for any of my works. Unless someone argues otherwise.

    Chapter 7: Walpurgisnacht Approaches​
    "There it is," Seras declared. "Cochlea."

    In the distance, she looked upon one of the most intimidating prisons she had ever seen. A massive sloped cylinder of a windowless building hundreds of meters high squatted in the center of double pentagonal rings of towering walls. While there were gates for automobiles to pass through, each one was heavily guarded and overlooked by sentry posts at the top of the walls, each post holding guards armed with automatic weaponry and searchlights. While there were a variety of facilities within the walls, only the immense holding center for the ghouls themselves had no windows.

    So, Pip mused. The kiddie gloves are coming off now, n`est-ce pas?

    The invitations had been sent only the night before.

    Yes, Pip, Seras replied. I`ve only got six more days before the event, and it`s the perfect time to get everything going. If I`m going to put an end to this war, I need to do something extremely drastic that will allow for that kind of change to start happening.

    How does slaughtering more of us help end the exterminations?     cried out one of the ghoul familiars. How does bringing us closer to extinction help us survive? Huh?!

    A cacophony of voices rose up in Seras` mind, all of them belonging to the ghouls whose blood and souls she drank. They were so loud that she physically winced from the volume, forcing her to mentally suppress them, an action that still disgusted after fifteen years of unlife.

    Although she had come to drink the blood of many a vampire and monster in her fifteen years of service to Hellsing, she refused still to outright crush the souls and wills of even her worst victims like her Master would to each of his familiars. Thus, she had also initially developed a habit of not immediately scouring the memories and knowledge of the souls she consumed so as to be able to review them at a different time when she had the opportunity to relax herself and fully digest the fact that she had consumed yet another being. This was why it took Seras so long to realize the true nature of the ghouls, a fact she regretted when she learned that how kind-hearted some of the ghouls she consumed actually were. Now she made sure to check over her new familiars as soon as she acquired.

    "Those ghouls giving you trouble again, Seras-sama?" a boyish, gangster-imitating voice asked behind her.

    She smiled, then addressed the voice. "Yes, the ghouls I`ve consumed don`t quite agree with my course of action."

    "I stopped caring for the voices of the dead quite some time ago," a feminine voice joined in, this one speaking with a cold, bitter bite. "Even now, when we can hear them, it is the living who truly
    matter, for they build the future."

    "Don`t be so foolish, child," an elderly voice chided, resonating with wisdom and noble authority. "It is from the dead that the living learn their most lasting lessons. It is when they fail to learn from the dead that they repeat their mistakes. It is our newfound purpose as the undead, those who stand between life and death, to show the living the perils of their errors in life."

    "Ha! I think you`re fooling yourself, Gramps," she heard another male voice retort, amused by the old man`s words. "You only wanted to be a vampire to avoid dying, old man."

    "That`s enough, all of you," she said, turning to her companions. "Tonight, we`re upping our game. Only six days left before our world premiere. What we`re doing here is but a teaser for the CCG to
    wrack its mind over. Remember, we go in, we get our targets, we get out. We should be getting word from our inside man… now."

    It`s all clear, everyone, the aforementioned inside man communicated, giving the listeners the impression of a young man entering into his prime. I`ve taken over the security in the prison proper, so the rest of the facility and the CCG will remain unaware of our operation. I`ve also rigged it to destroy all evidence of our presence once you all leave. The ghouls we need alive and free I`ve already retrieved, and am now about to head for the 20th​ Ward to process them through Anteiku.

    "Is it playtime now, Obaa-chan?" This was the voice of a little girl, innocent and sweet.

    Briefly turning to look at the person who spoke, she replied, "Yes. Just remember to follow the rules, okay?"

    "Okay!"

    Seras turned back in Cochlea`s direction, the light of the moon shining down to gleam on its surface.

    She grinned predatorily, embracing her vampiric majesty in full once more.

    "My children, show them what true monsters are made of."

    She and her compatriots then transformed into mist, and drifted, silently, towards the prison.
    Telekinesis. Teleportation. Shadow-manipulation. Familiar summoning. Regeneration. Agelessness. The list of powers he had at his disposal by being a vampire was long, and he relished using each and every one of them.

    Traveling as a mist was also undeniably cool in his mind, especially from the sensation he got from practically becoming the wind rather than having it blow in his face.

    Above all else, he reveled in the sheer power he now held.

    Being the firstborn son in his family, he was first in everything among the children in the family due to both age and size, a privilege he greatly cherished. When he went to school, he quickly discovered that he was more than above average in athletics, and so began to drive himself to go to further lengths to achieve greater feats. He tried his hand at a multitude of different sports, including baseball and swimming, eventually finding his forte in both track and archery.

    His desire in life was simple: to be the best, no questions asked.

    So he pushed himself through long hours of training and fought as hard as he could to earn great achievements. He took great pride in his training and his accomplishments, although some would be quick to call him arrogant, since he held those of lesser talent in lower esteem and those who managed to surpass him with seething envy. But no one could fault his work ethic, whereby he still continued to build himself up.

    Then he got ambushed by a ghoul.

    Confronted by a predator, he was forced to run in an attempt to escape, recognizing that there was no possible way he could fight it and win. Unfortunately, the ghoul caught him quite handily, crippling him with its kagune. Having no means of escape, forced to wait for the ghoul to kill him, he reflected on his life`s choices. Determined to honor his own memory, he decided that he wouldn`t die a coward, so he turned toward the ghoul, cracked a smile, he said, "G-g-go a-ahead… Eat me. I`ll make sure you choke."

    Seras would later tell him that it was this last spark of defiance that convinced her to offer him vampirism after she dispatched his attacker with casual ease. While he gave little care for her motives, or even her crusade, only two things about Seras mattered to him: she gave him great power, and she held greater power still.

    So for now, he`ll follow her lead, wafting into Cochlea in search of prey to feast on this night.
    Selecting a cell at random, he decided to take the theatrical approach to his first victim.

    Then, remembering Seras` orders, instead of kicking the heavy door down, he opted to walk through it. Upon entering, he saw that, lucky for him, his target was a woman, and a pretty one to boot.

    Katsuo grinned from ear to ear in appreciation.

    "WOOH-WEE! You, ma`am, are one fine-looking dollface!"

    The female ghoul instantly woke up, shocked to see someone in her cell without her knowing that they were there. The confusion on her face was quickly apparent.

    "Who the hell are you? *sniff* And what in hell are you?"

    Katsuo clapped in response. "Bravo, miss. Bravo. It is truly a testament to your nature that you are able to retain your edge in awareness and sensory ability in the midst of suffering the evils of this cruel place. And so beautiful, too."

    The woman leaped forward and slammed her rinkaku kagune right in the spot where Katsuo was standing.

    He laid in the bed where she had been just a moment ago. "Wow. This thing is absolutely uncomfortable. How do you sleep on this thing?"

    The woman turned around, a look of shock evident on her face.

    "W-What do you want?"

    Humming to himself, he kicked his feet up and jumped off the bed, planting his feet on the ceiling. Turning towards the woman, who appeared upside-down in his view, seeing the look of absolute disbelief on her face-

    "BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAaaaah! You should see the look on your face!" he laughed, throwing his head back and pointing at her. "It`s absolutely pric-"

    SQUELCH!

    The ghoul ran him through with her kagune.

    He dropped from the ceiling to the floor in a broken, bloody heap.

    The woman huffed to herself. "Shitty freak. I still don`t know why the hell you came." She bent down and over him, moving toward his face. "But at least now you`re as dead as you smell."

    His hands suddenly grabbed the sides of her head, applying enough pressure to make her skull start straining. He gave her the toothiest grin he possibly could, feeling great pleasure in watching her face contort in pain and fear.

    "It`s a wonderful feeling, dying. Trust me, I know from experience."

    The smiling face of Seras-sama came to mind as he stopped playing and crushed the ghoul`s skull between his hands.
    There you are, she thought, as she finished draining a ghoul of blood while looking through his memories. Using her telekinesis, she then tore the body to pieces, splattering the bones, guts and brains all over the bed, floor, wall, and ceiling. Walking through the wall once more, she eyed a particular cell lower down on the opposite side of the chasm that hollowed out the center of Cochlea. She leaped across to the other side like a child over a crack in the sidewalk, then phased through the door like all of the others she had that evening.

    She knew who he was the moment she saw him. It may have been years since she last saw him, but that face of his looked as stupid as ever. After all, it`s difficult to forget the face of the one who killed your best friend and ate her for lunch. All while watching in cowardly despair and powerlessness from a safe hiding place.

    She grabbed his ankle, yanked him off the bed, and threw him into the wall, cracking the wall and shattering his spine.

    "ARGH! WHAT THE F*** WAS THAT FOR??!!"

    She was silently thankful that the Rc-suppressants that the ghoul prisoners ate had worn off somewhat, else he`d get killed too quickly.

    "You don`t know who I am, therefore you don`t know why I`m here," she stated, her icy rage showing through her calm voice.

    "I know exactly why you`re here, bitch!!" he retorted getting onto his elbows and knees, trying to get up again. "You`re here to take my screwed-up life and screw with it even more!!!"

    She gave a slight smile at the response, walking over to him. "Good guess, but that`s not even half the story." Bending over him, her eyes searched his body and her memory. "My motive here, is vengeance." Then, looking at a particular spot under the right shoulder-blade, she thrust her hand into the ghoul`s flesh, grabbed what she was looking for, and ripped it out.

    "AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!" She watched, amused, as the ghoul screamed once more. If he`d had a normal diet, he wouldn`t be suffering this much. But imprisoned ghouls were intentionally never given their full, necessary diet, leaving ghouls like him much weaker than they normally would be. "I`LL KILL YOU!" Then, after a moment, his face of pain and anger filled up with confusion as he looked at his shoulder. "W-wh- where`s m-"

    "Can`t get your kagune out?" she asked in sadistic pleasure. He turned back toward her. "I`m afraid you need a kakuhou for that." She held up a sack of flesh pinched in her fingers before his eyes.
    "And this is yours." Then she lifted it over her head, lowered it into her mouth, and swallowed it whole. She simply loved the look of shock on his face when he saw it.

    "What? You`re a ghoul? But you smell like a human! And you`re dressed like a Dove!"

    She let her pupils flash red, and bared her shark-like teeth. "Dove? Yes. Human? Ghoul? No."

    The ghoul could feel it settle into his gut, that sensation of paralyzing fear that the lamb has when the wolf has it cornered. "Wh-when Big Bro hears about this, he`ll-"

    "Do absolutely nothing," she declared, cutting him off. His face was the picture of mournful disbelief.

    "What? What do you mean?"

    Normally, she doesn`t indulge in the pain of her victims. After all, her victims were ghouls, evil ghouls that she knew needed to die. Her friend, Aiko, had died by their hands. Even though she was one herself.

    But this was the ghoul who cannibalized her. And her newly acquired vampiric nature inclined her to indulge in this sadistic torture.

    "What do I mean? Last night, a Dove gave him the beat-down of a lifetime. And do you know what the best part is? Now he has to serve that Dove for the rest of his life. Whether he likes it or not."

    He vehemently shook his head, pushing himself as far from her as he could. "No. No no no nonononNONONONOOO!!!!"

    She stood up, towering over him like the Grim Reaper. "I`m here to do a lot more than screw with your life. I`m here to smash your body to bits, break your mind into a million little pieces, and then drink up your soul like a can of Coke. But look on the bright side, you might get to see Yamori again, before you both go to Hell."

    Naki just screamed as she approached him once more.
    Even now, in this prison, as he consumed the life of another ghoul, he recognized the soul of a true Japanese man.

    Japan was a nation populated with a people that, despite decades of Western influence and liberal democracy, still retained an Eastern sense of honor at the core of their beings. He, having lived
    through World War II in the prime of manhood and watched the nation change before his very eyes as he aged, understood this better than most. It was an honor that told a person to die rather than
    surrender and admit defeat. An honor that would only bend before an undeniable power, and then only for the right cause.

    This ghoul surrendered to the CCG only so as to distract them from his escaping family, allowing them to live another day.

    Seiichi had seen great suffering during the War, both from his comrades and the enemy soldiers he came across. And when he came home from his deployment, he saw the price of war on the ordinary citizens, from the sacrifices they made for the military`s benefit to the deaths they suffered from the air raids that the Americans rained down upon them. But the sight of all the suffering at first only made him more furious, as he, along with Japan, became even more determined to destroy their hated enemy.

    Then, Hiroshima.

    The ghoul suffered through experiments and stretches of intense starvation, as his life descended into an ever-worsening nightmare.

    He had the misfortune of witnessing the destruction of the city by that demonic weapon the Americans later revealed to be the atomic bomb. When he came to the city, all he saw was a wasteland of broken ruins. Where there had been vibrant city life filled with excited traffic and laughing children, there were only two sounds to be heard: whistling wind, and agonizing wails. It haunts him even today. This was why it pained even more so when, three days later, he learned that Nagasaki had fallen to the same fate. By then, what point was there in honor in the face of absolute annihilation?

    He remained thankful to the gods to this day that the emperor had the wisdom and the courage to put the welfare of Japan before its honor, and told the military to stand down.

    The ghoul prayed every night for the safety of his family, finding peace and comfort in his prayers, and his personal sacrifice.

    He, more than any of the others, understood exactly what Seras was trying to do. The CCG would try to annihilate all ghouls at the cost of thousands of human lives each year not just because they were driven by money, vengeance, or even justice. They also did so out of honor, for both themselves and Japan, because they had embarked on this war, and would either gain complete victory, or lose everything.

    Japanese honor would only bend before an undeniable power, and then only for the right cause. Japan surrendered to America at the very end of World War II because the threat of the atomic bomb was the annihilation of Japan, and the word of the emperor, from the mouth of the gods, was that he could no longer abide by needless war. Japanese honor was defeated by the unspeakable tragedy that was the atomic bomb.

    In all the decades of his life, nothing had ever horrified him so, not even the ghouls, who he could not help but pity, in their existential suffering.

    But now the No-Life Queen had come to this world. And she threatened it with horrors they could scarce imagine.
    "NOOOOO! PLEASE! STOOPPP!"

    *CRACK*

    The little girl dressed in her pretty, frilly, purple princess outfit pouted as the ghoul she was playing with stopped moving after he got tackled into the floor.

    "Ooohhhhh. You can`t play for reals with me either? I guess I can only play pretend with you."

    Bending down, she made a friendship kiss on his heart and drank him all up, from his insides to what was all over the room and what had gotten on her dress. She watched his life movie, and then let him join her other friends and her daddy in dreamland. Then she invisible-exploded his old house.

    She walked through the door to the cell (it felt funny, walking through a door), and began looking for another playmate. Closing er eyes and scrunching her face, she listened really hard.
    Unfortunately, hardly anybody new to play with was left. Masa-san was being greedy, taking new friends everywhere, Katsu-kun was having a lot of fun playing with each of his new friends, Kita-san was being her mean to everyone, Nakagawa-sama was kind and thoughtful as he always was with everyone, and obaa-chan-

    *CRASH*

    Jumping in surprise, she immediately down to the bottom of the big hole, where she saw obaa-chan crouching, her black-and-red arm out and ready to play. Then she saw a hole in the wall, and there
    stood a tall, strong-looking man with a serious face. She watched him rush forward - he`s fast! – and punch at Obaa-chan and she blocked it. She punched back – he blocked it! She saw Obaa-chan
    smile. This looks fun to watch.

    She watched, fascinated, as the two of them ran and jumped around, over, and under each other, throwing punches and kicks at their chests, their faces, their arms, over and over and over and over and- there`s his other arm! Their playing became lots more fun as she used his special arm and Obaa-chan made her black-and-red arm bigger to play with him.

    She heard Obaa-chan say a few things to the big man. Something about a priest, some clowns, the people in gray, the letter "v," and somebody called the "Wah-shoos?" But he didn`t say anything back.

    She giggled and fidgeted as she watched Obaa-chan play with someone for reals for much longer than she saw anyone else play with her. I hope that she lets me play with him for reals. She knew that Obaa-chan was going to win. After all, she hadn`t done the invisible throw, changed her body, or even asked her friends to join her.

    She saw the big man slow down, and then Obaa-chan punched him really hard, and he stopped moving. She saw Obaa-chan whisper something - I can`t hear her, - in his ear, then made a friendship kiss on his neck, drinking him all up, before standing up and then making his old home invisible-explode.

    Then Obaa-chan head-spoke. Is everyone finished?

    There`s nothing left, Your Majesty.     Masa-kun.

    I`m done what I came to do. Kita-san.

    Nobody left but us. Katsu-kun.

    Nobody`s left? So playtime`s over? She replied.

    We have nothing more for us here. Nakagawa-sama.

    All right everyone, let`s return home. There are some new developments that I need to discuss with you all as soon as we get there.

    Everybody became clouds, and they floated all the way back home.
    The crescent moon hung low in the sky, shining as much light on Tokyo as it could. The new moon would arrive in six nights.

    And the inhabitants of Tokyo, both human and ghoul, couldn`t help but dread the thought. As if the heavens were turning their gaze away from them.

    As if the darkest of nights was coming to swallow them whole.

    Edit: Credit for the OC Haruka goes to Burke23 of FF.net.
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    Question: Did anybody notice the cameos - and fates - of several notable and significant Tokyo Ghoul characters? As well as some of the major developments that were hinted at near the end?
     
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