Yomo finds out just how involved Uta is in all of this.

My boy Yomo better live so this can happen. *falls on face, prays to Ishida*

Uta lounges in HySy Studio, sketching designs for another mask. This one is inspired by dragons, or whatever chaos that runt Souta has planned.

No one will wear it. That’s okay.

He slips on his No-Face mask and dances around the studio. So much fun. 

Until someone’s fist blasts him into the wall.

Uta leaps to his feet, barely bruised – and sees a livid Yomo there, flanked by Touka Kirishima, some sassy middle-schooler, and … Suzuya Juuzou?

He laughs. “To what do I owe this motley visit?”

“Being a two-faced bastard,” Touka shoots back. 

Yomo steps forward, clenching and unclenching his fist. “Is it true?”

“What? Is what true?” Uta bats his eyes. 

“Don’t do that.” Yomo’s voice is strained. He curses. “I knew you were a Clown, but…”

“You impersonated Mr. Shinohara.” Suzuya looks like he wants to cry.

“You’re working with our big leader,” sings the middle schooler. He has a tongue piercing, and that alone warms him to Uta. 

Uta sniffs. “You’re a half-ghoul.”

“No, I’m an Oggai, shithead,” says the kid. “Want to know what happened? Here we were, slaughtering the ghouls in the 24th ward – our leader really took a shine to slicing up your Yomo –”

“When Kuki Urie and the Quinx Squad arrived to tell us we were all being played by ghouls like Nimura Furuta. So we struck a truce. I didn’t like Furuta anyway.” Suzuya crosses his arms. “And I don’t like you.”

“And I remembered you!” The kid giggles. “So now we’re confronting you. Ain’t life a bitch?”

“Please stop swearing,” Yomo says automatically.

Uta chuckles. “You never change, Yomo.”

“Did you? Or were you always this cruel?” Yomo steps forward. He could have died today. The two rogue Quinxes are currently imprisoned with half the rebellious Oggai, but if the lead Quinx hadn’t arrived – he’d be dead. Would Uta care?

“I’m lonely.” Uta smiles at him and shrugs. “So what are you gonna do? Kill me? Torture me? You won’t get far.”

“Don’t you care?” Yomo bellows. “Touka nearly lost her baby! I nearly died! Don’t you feel anything at all?”

He shoves Uta against the wall. His eyes blaze. “What is wrong with you?!”

At his touch, Uta blinks back the image of Yomo’s head rolling along the tunnels of the 24th ward. It’s distinctly unpleasant.

“I – I don’t know,” he whispers. Wait, Touka is pregnant?

“Well, you’ll have time to figure it out, because we’re arresting you.” Suzuya beams at him.

Yomo turns away, and everything in Uta screams for him to look back. 

The Quinx help Aura deal with his… issues.

Aura Shinsanpei has a secret: he hates himself.

He’s convinced he will never measure up. His aunt is freaking Aura Kiyoko, for crying out loud.

He doesn’t know how to interact with people. If he loves you, he worships you. If he hates you, he’s your worst nightmare. There is no grey for Aura, and he doesn’t understand tepid people.

He wants to be the heroes he reads about. He wants to be like Aunt Kiyoko. 

“San-chan,” calls a voice, and he looks up to see Saiko waving at him.

“Oh. Hi.” He’s sitting on a bench outside CCG, musing on how he wants to disappear, but his tall body renders that impossible. 

“Mind if I sit next to you?” She hops next to him without waiting for confirmation. “Mind if Higa and Hsaio do, too?” 

Suddenly, Aura finds himself surrounded by Quinx. Even Urie is here, sitting awkwardly in the back with Mutsuki. 

“We’re here to tell you we love you,” Saiko sings. 

“Huh?”

She kisses his cheek, and Hsaio hugs him. 

Higemaru leans his head on Aura’s shoulder. “You’re our friend, you know.”

“And admittedly your aunt sent us,” Hsaio says. 

“But we would have come anyway! Just, later,” Saiko adds. 

“We want you to know you’re okay,” says Urie.

Mutsuki doesn’t say anything. He’s not okay. Neither is Aura. But if Aura can be okay, that’s great, unless it keeps him from Sasaki – but if Aura is convinced not to kill Sasaki, that might be easier, too.

“I know I’m fine,” Aura insists, his cheeks pink.

“No, you don’t. You avoid us and live for your aunt. She wants you to live for you, and we want that, too.” Saiko pats his leg. “Come on. We’re all going out for ice cream, and I’ll show you how.”

Concept: Furuta makes a good life decision.

But then Tokyo Ghoul would never have happened.

Furuta doubled over, gasping for breath as soon as CCG was out of sight.

They want him dead.

They hate him.

Washuu.

He screams and pounds the wall. A mom and her kid cross the street lest they come near him.

Laugh, laugh – laughter is all he has, and yet right now, it’s not enough. 

The Oggai are gonna get themselves killed for an ousted director. Tee-hee.

He’s been bested by V, and he knows it.

Wait. He texts Urie Kuki. Don’t you want to help Mutsuki? 

His phone rings. Marude barks through the line. “The fuck are you thinking?” 

Furuta giggles. “Just that Urie might want to stop the slaughter of his former mentor and his band of ghouls in the 24th ward.”

He gives them the location of all known ghouls and investigators. 

This will fuck V straight up. They wanted this raid. 

“We know you’re not doing this to help,” Marude snaps.

And he’s not. But maybe, just maybe, he still feels good about it. 

Tsukiyama confronts Kaneki over what happened during the Rose arc.

“What’s wrong?” In the tunnels under the 24th ward, Kaneki knows Tsukiyama is not happy with his pacifism. He also knows Tsukiyama may not be pleased about his recent marriage. He’s prepared for many accusations.

But not this one.

“I can’t sleep,” Tsukiyama admits. Dark circles ring his eyes. “I keep thinking about Karren.”

Karren, Kanae von Rosewald, the ghoul Kaneki killed.

Sort of. He was trying to kill Tsukiyama. That doesn’t really make it better.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Tsukiyama glares at him. For once, he needs to say it. “Why did you insist on killing me, when you remembered me? Why did you kill her – she deserved so much more –”

“I don’t – I don’t know,” Kaneki says lamely. “Because it was my job, I think. And not all my memories of you are pleasant.”

Tsukiyama cries. “So I killed her.”

“No!” Kaneki gasps. He hates what he’s done. Sometimes he wants to die for it. “I did! It’s my fault. I’m in the wrong. Geez, how many ways can I say it? I didn’t – I really thought she needed to die.”

“I needed to before her!” Tsukiyama wipes his eyes. Sometimes he wants to voyage back in time and save her at his own expense. “I don’t deserve her. I never did.”

“I don’t serve Touka. Touka thinks she doesn’t deserve me. You should see how most people view their worth.” Kaneki takes a deep breath. Shame, shame, he deserves an avalanche of shame. “But you didn’t deserve to be hunted down like an animal, especially when you were suffering so much – and yes, Shuu, you were.”

Tsukiyama rests his chin in his hands. “What do I do now? I can’t get her back.”

“You live your life, the life she died making sure you could live.” Kaneki swallows. “And I could sure use some advice on moving forward, same as you. Maybe we can learn together?”

Tsukiyama reaches for Kaneki’s hand. “In the name of Karren.”

“In the name of Touka.”

“I’m guessing Yomo’s a good place to start?”

Koori proposing to Hairu lol

So much Uihai. I love it!

Ihei Hairu nearly collapses as soon s their meeting ends. She swears Marude just asked questions to hear himself talk. 

“Coffee?” Ui asks her, and she nods eagerly.

“I’d die without it after whatever the hell that was,” Hairu mutters, and Ui has to chuckle, though he feels guilty, too. After all, he was the one who asked Marude to take up extra time.

When they arrive at Re cafe, Hairu’s favorite, he orders a latte for both of them, as planned. The blue-haired manager winks at him. She’s been planning this for a week. 

Hairu looks down at her cup and gasps.

Will you marry me? is written in the foam.  

“Now!” he hears Shio whisper, and Hirako’s dog totters into the cafe, a ring box adorning its collar.

Ui drops to his knees. “Will you – I mean – can you – do you want to marry me?”

His fingers scrambled to open the box. A beautiful pink diamond, just the color of her hair. Arima helped him pick it out.

Hairu shrieks. “Yes!” 

And then she tackles him, peppering his face with kisses. 

The Quinx Squad and Arima Squad file in, Saiko with balloons and Hirako with chocolates. Sasaki heads right up to the manager to thank her.

“Koori,” she whispers in his ear, “you’ve made me the happiest person alive.”

mutsurie in which urie accidentally ends up going for a drink with mucchan :’) (btw i love your cute writings)

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Aw thank you Nonny-Mouse! I live and die by Mutsurie.

“I think we deserve a drink.” Urie stops Mutsuki on his way out of CCG. It’s been a few days since the wedding, and he’s still pissed at himself for not telling Mucchan how he feels. 

And he’s not the only one. Saiko’s been glaring at him ever since, and Higemaru and Hsaio are starting to notice. 

“Okay,” Mutsuki says uncertainly. “Just one, though.”

When they arrive at the bar, Urie chugs whiskey instead of talking. Mutsuki orders a gin and tonic and sips it. He wants to ask for something sweet, but he also feels like that isn’t masculine enough. He feels ridiculous.

“Let me order you another drink. I though you liked daiquiris? You seem like a daiquiri person.” Urie waves the bartender over.

“Huh?”

“How’s training the Oggai?” Urie orders a Long Island Iced tea, and Mutsuki is now concerned.

Is he drinking to avoid concern over Mutsuki? He shouldn’t be. Mutsuki feels anger rising, along with an alcohol-induced flush in his cheeks. 

“I’ll be better than Sasaki. I won’t abandon them. I’m gonna be better.”

Urie’s sober enough to realize mistakes have been made, but not enough to stop them. But after three hours of Mutsuki ranting on Sasaki, and a few drunk texts with Saiko, Urie’s courage has rallied.

“Mucchan.” He interrupts his colleague with a grin.

“What?”

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the auction. You’re the sweetest man I know and I want to kiss you and marry you and live happily ever after with you.” Urie slams his glass down on the counter. It shatters.

“No more for you,” says the bartender in alarm.

Mutsuki leans forward. “I’m ugly. In my soul. I am grotesque.” 

“You’re better than me.” Urie throws his arms around Mucchy. “Mut-shuki. Mucchy. Mucchan.”

“You don’t know.” Mutsuki begins crying. “You don’t know what I’ve done!”

“Then tell me!” Urie sweeps Mutsuki off his chair, into his arms.

Something warm explodes in Mutsuki’s heart. He feels safe and happy with Urie. Like Sasaki, but Urie really likes him. Urie didn’t abandon him.

And then Urie falls flat on his face, on top of Mutsuki, just as Saiko, Hsaio, Aura, and Higemaru arrive as reinforcements after Urie’s very strange messages.

Urie regains consciousness through the searing pain of a pounding headache. His room stinks. “Uh?”

“You’ve been vomiting half-unconscious for hours.” Mutsuki is holding him half-above the trash can.

“I said things to you.”

“You never let me finish.” Mutsuki’s massaging his neck. “Saiko will bring water, and when you’re ready I’ll start.”

@mikotofubar Here you go!

TW for discussions of sexual assault

Aura opens the door with to piling plates of fries and crispy chicken. “Saiko said to bring these to you.”

“Thanks,” mumbles Urie, taking the plate. He shovels fries into his mouth. “Dignity is overrated.”

“I’m scared.” Mutsuki looks at Aura. He’s too nauseated too eat. “Tell him…about the clowns.”

“Me?” Aura looks horrified.

“Please?” He can’t break Urie’s heart. 

“He thought it was Sasaki.” Aura avoids Urie’s eyes.

“Thought what was Sasaki?”

“A kagune. It was transformed to look like him.” Aura is dead white now.

“I humped it. During battle.” Mutsuki doubles over. “When Aura found me, I was blinded by everything else and topless and … he really helped me.”

“Did he?” Urie glares at Aura. You told no one? 

“Bye!” Aura squeaks, shutting the door.

Urie hisses.

Mutsuki is now rocking back and forth, whimpering. “I killed Torso.”

“I know.” Urie’s heart breaks for the broken boy before him. “He deserved it.”

“He raped me. Like my dad raped me and like my dad, I killed him.” Mutsuki wails into his hands. “I am the killer! Remember the cat that was killed on campus at the academy? That was me!”

Urie blinks. “Mutsuki?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so evil.” Mutsuki curls up in a ball besides Urie. “You don’t know me; I’m so evil!”

Urie struggles to reconcile the sweet, gentle boy he knows, the boy who hates blood, with a vicious killer. He can’t, until he realizes that they are the same, they’ve always been the same, for as long as he has known Mutsuki. And he loves them. 

“Leave me before I kill you, too.” Mutsuki sobs.

“No!” Urie wraps his arms around Mutsuki, like Mucchan did for him as the auction. “I love you. I don’t care what you’ve done. You’re safe with me. I promise.”

Mutsuki hiccups, but he relaxes somewhat. He’s terrified of himself. “Don’t let me go.”

“Never again,” Urie promises, kissing the top of Mutsuki’s head. “You’ll always have me. I won’t leave. I just … I love you, Tooru. You don’t have to feel the same. I just want you to be happy.”

Mutsuki feels Urie’s strong arms around him, and wonders if maybe he does feel the same.

At any rate, with Urie, he does not feel grotesque. 

mutsurie in which urie accidentally ends up going for a drink with mucchan :’) (btw i love your cute writings)

Aw thank you Nonny-Mouse! I live and die by Mutsurie.

“I think we deserve a drink.” Urie stops Mutsuki on his way out of CCG. It’s been a few days since the wedding, and he’s still pissed at himself for not telling Mucchan how he feels. 

And he’s not the only one. Saiko’s been glaring at him ever since, and Higemaru and Hsaio are starting to notice. 

“Okay,” Mutsuki says uncertainly. “Just one, though.”

When they arrive at the bar, Urie chugs whiskey instead of talking. Mutsuki orders a gin and tonic and sips it. He wants to ask for something sweet, but he also feels like that isn’t masculine enough. He feels ridiculous.

“Let me order you another drink. I though you liked daiquiris? You seem like a daiquiri person.” Urie waves the bartender over.

“Huh?”

“How’s training the Oggai?” Urie orders a Long Island Iced tea, and Mutsuki is now concerned.

Is he drinking to avoid concern over Mutsuki? He shouldn’t be. Mutsuki feels anger rising, along with an alcohol-induced flush in his cheeks. 

“I’ll be better than Sasaki. I won’t abandon them. I’m gonna be better.”

Urie’s sober enough to realize mistakes have been made, but not enough to stop them. But after three hours of Mutsuki ranting on Sasaki, and a few drunk texts with Saiko, Urie’s courage has rallied.

“Mucchan.” He interrupts his colleague with a grin.

“What?”

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the auction. You’re the sweetest man I know and I want to kiss you and marry you and live happily ever after with you.” Urie slams his glass down on the counter. It shatters.

“No more for you,” says the bartender in alarm.

Mutsuki leans forward. “I’m ugly. In my soul. I am grotesque.” 

“You’re better than me.” Urie throws his arms around Mucchy. “Mut-shuki. Mucchy. Mucchan.”

“You don’t know.” Mutsuki begins crying. “You don’t know what I’ve done!”

“Then tell me!” Urie sweeps Mutsuki off his chair, into his arms.

Something warm explodes in Mutsuki’s heart. He feels safe and happy with Urie. Like Sasaki, but Urie really likes him. Urie didn’t abandon him.

And then Urie falls flat on his face, on top of Mutsuki, just as Saiko, Hsaio, Aura, and Higemaru arrive as reinforcements after Urie’s very strange messages.

Urie regains consciousness through the searing pain of a pounding headache. His room stinks. “Uh?”

“You’ve been vomiting half-unconscious for hours.” Mutsuki is holding him half-above the trash can.

“I said things to you.”

“You never let me finish.” Mutsuki’s massaging his neck. “Saiko will bring water, and when you’re ready I’ll start.”

something a little nsfw for Tsukiyama and Kaneki, please? <3

Takes place shortly before the Anteiku raid. 

Tsukiyama slumps his shoulders, hoping Kaneki will notice. “You are thinking about abandoning me again?”

Kaneki eyes him. “You just want to devour me. Even now.”

He feels hurt, but isn’t entirely sure why. Kaneki shouldn’t trust him. He does want to eat this delectably scented half-ghoul. Besides, at the rate Kaneki’s going, he’s gonna be eaten by someone, so it might as well be at the hands of someone who will appreciate him. Someone like Tsukiyama Shuu.

“Why?” Kaneki asks.

“Pardon?”

“Why do you want to eat me?”

“I don’t anymore.” Tsukiyama presses his hand over his heart and almost wishes it were true. “I did because…well, you’re unique.”

Kaneki rolls his eyes. “Yes, everyone tells me that.”

Tsukiyama collapses onto Kaneki’s lap. “Well, it’s true, mon chere.” 

“I wish it wasn’t.” Kaneki absently runs his fingers through Tsukiyama’s hair. 

Tsukiyama catches his breath. “That feels nice.”

Kaneki chuckles. “You’re a child.”

“Let’s be adults.” Tsukiyama sits straight up, his face inches from Kaneki’s. 

“What are you?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Kaneki’s eyes widen. He doesn’t trust the Gourmet, not at all. But he’s so lonely. 

So he nods, and it isn’t long before Tsukiyama has taken off his shirt, because it’s Tsukiyama. 

To Kaneki’s surprise, he has a array of spectacular abs. Heat washes over him.

“I bet you have a six-pack too,” Tsukiyama teases. “Shall we find out?” 

His fingers tug at Kaneki’s shirt, and, though his words have dried up, Kaneki nods.

“Oooh, you do. Human ribs are amazing, you know.” Tsukiyama winks, and Kaneki has to laugh.

“Kiss me again?”

“Happy to,” Tsukiyama answers, taking Kaneki’s lips in his.

They’re lying side-by-side, their hands exploring each other’s most intimate parts. And the atmosphere around them feels electric and Kaneki feels alive and Tsukiyama –

Tsukiyama realizes, with no small amount of horror, that all this time he hasn’t wanted to eat Kaneki. He’s wanted to love him.