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Alias Kitsune: Part 25 (Tokyo Ghoul OC)Alias Kitsune: Part 25 (Tokyo Ghoul OC) by Fablekiss
Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Ghoul, Just the art and the OC
When hide had returned home, he had fallen into bed fully clothed, without bothering to clean off the blood crusted on the side of his face and Lace’s blood staining his fingers. He hadn’t slept, the scene replaying itself over and over again like a skipping record: Lace shielding him against the wall, while he lay like a helpless child in the alley, taking injuries that had been meant for him and coughing up blood. He wondered how bad her injuries were. Would her rc type die from a punctured lung? He already knew a lot about ghouls, but he didn’t know the answer to those kinds of questions. Kaneki had healed fast after the incident with Nishiki, but he was a different type.
Her voice came back to him, “…in a minute, I’m going to tell you to run. Don’t do anything stupid.” Maybe if he had done something stupid she would have been able to
Alias: Kitsune, part 26 (Tokyo ghoul oc)HAlias: Kitsune, part 26 (Tokyo ghoul oc) by Fablekiss
“Wake up, princess,” The tone didn’t match the phrase at all. And so Lace knew exactly who it was without looking or breathing in his now familiar scent.
“Go away Ayato,” Lace grumbled. This was how her mornings had been every day for the last couple of weeks. Ayato would barge into her quarters, which butted up to his, with absolutely no decorum and wake her up in the most irritating ways possible, and she would be stubborn as usual.
Ayato huffed in irritation “do you have any idea how much I hate babysitting you?” and he would complain.
“About as much as I hate you babysitting me, cupcake,” and she would respond in kind and make up some kind of embarrassing and usually pastry related nickname for him that day.
That was the routine. At first it had been in all seriousness. They really outright hated each other and resisted tearing each other to shreds only because neither wanted to do anything to rai
Alias: Kitsune, Part 27 (Tokyo Ghoul OC)Alias: Kitsune, Part 27 (Tokyo Ghoul OC) by Fablekiss
December 5, Aogiri Tree
When Lace left, she waved shortly to Banjou and the others and apologized to Kouto for not having time for a story, and worked her way back toward her quarters, lost in thought. There was finally an opportunity to get out. It seemed like, for the first time in weeks, she felt hopeful. She hadn’t realized just how much this place was getting in her head—how much Tatara had gotten in her head. But grief was a funny thing; it could drive even the most reasonable people to do uncharacteristic things.
The past few weeks she had allowed herself to float along, not really caring about where she was or what she was doing. She had detached from herself and her thoughts of everyone back in the 20th ward. She felt like she didn’t even know who she was. Too many revelations and too much grief had emptied her out so thoroughly that she had forgotten. But now she knew.
These were not her ideals. This was not what sh
Alias: Kitsune, part 28 (Tokyo Ghoul OC)Alias: Kitsune, part 28 (Tokyo Ghoul OC) by Fablekiss
disclaimer, I don't own TG, just the art and the OC
December 19, 23:00 Aogiri Tree
It had been surprisingly easy to work his way back into the 11th ward. Dressed all in black, Hide blended in with the mass of CCG people well enough, and from there he just had to pluck a spare flak jacket and helmet from a pile and he looked the part. No one spared him a second glance, because everyone was too focused on the fact that they weren’t getting anywhere. They were being sniped from above by a ghoul. Until they found a way in, he couldn’t get in, so he watched them fruitlessly trying to shoot back.
Marude was clearly frustrated, and was shouting at one of his subordinates. Hide heard an engine rev and turned his head to see a pale haired... well he wasn’t sure, but he thought it was a boy, revving what looked to be a rather expensive motorcycle. He looked really young to be here, and in his mind, Hide questioned why they’d put someon
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