Tsukikana/The Little Mermaid

Anonymous asked: After that Mulan-Mutsurie mashup, I dare you to write Disney-film mashups for: Ayahina, Touken, Takirona, Akiramon, Uihai, Nishikimi, Tsukikana, Arieto, and Shiraiko. Ty and good night.

I’ll be posting these once a day (probably) until the list is done!

Mutsurie/Mulan: here.

Ayahina/Sleeping Beauty: here.

Uihai/Tangled: here.

Akiramon/The Hunchback of Notre Dame: here.

“You’re coming with me, wench!” cries Kanou, dragging a resurrected Kanae along with him. “V has need of you.”

“Kanou, stop!” Mirumo jumps in front of them, kagune drawn.

Kanou merely laughs. “Why Mirumo, how are you?”

“Let her go!” She’s his niece, and Mirumo isn’t abandoning her again.

“Sorry, but I can’t do that. We made a deal. She got to see your son again, and we got to keep her as our test subject.” Kanou licks his lips.

“Mirumo, I’m sorry – I -” Kanae struggles against the cloaked V agents that swarm her. “I had to see Shuu!”

Mirumo stabs are Kanou, but the doctor’s laughter grows malevolent.

“See this medicine?” He holds up a vial. “If I don’t give it to her, she’s dead. She’s going to do as I say, forever.”

Mirumo starts.

“However, I can always be persuaded to bargain.” Kanou grins. The origins of the Tsukiyama strength? He wants it, because with the father will surely come the son. “A better exchange, if you will.”

Kanae shakes her head. She knows what it’s like to lose a father – this cannot happen to Shuu.

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“Where are you going?” Kaneki cries.

“I already lost her once! I’m not losing her again!” Tsukiyama Shuu runs towards V’s headquarters.

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“You give her the medicine right now. Then you’ll have your deal,” Mirumo whispers.

“No!” Kanae screams. He doesn’t need to prove he loves her. She always saw him as family. But Kanou has already thrown the medicine at her, and V swarms Mirumo.

“You – you monster!” Kanae uppercuts Kanou. Blood spurts from his nose, but he only seems more pleased.

And then he takes a bite of Mirumo’s shoulder. The elderly Tsukiyama moans on his knees as a bloody-mouthed Kanou laughs and laughs.

Kanou begins to transform. He grows larger and larger, at least three times the size of the one-eyed Owl kakuja.

Kanae barely dodges his swipe. And then Kanou yells –

Tsukiyama is atop him, stabbing his kakuja through the back.

“Shuu, look out!” Kanae shrieks from beneath Kanou’s arm.

Spikes shoot out of the kakuja, and Tsukiyama tumbles to the gravel, into the arms of V’s agents.

“Get away!” Kirishima Touka shoots Rc bullets and Kaneki Ken uses his rinkaku to impale the scattered agents.

“Oh. That’s it.” Kanou’s eyes darken, and he turns back to Kanae. Hideous tentacles pin her to the ground. “You’ve caused too much trouble this time, missy.”

He stabs her over and over. Kanae can feel herself weakening from blood loss – GOAT won’t be able to fight through V enough to reach her.

“So much for true love!” Kanou exults, and it’s then that Kanae sees Master Shuu lunging straight for Kanou’s head.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Kanou bellows as Tsukiyama’s well-aimed koukaku pierces his head.

As Kanou sinks to the ground, agents of V fall back. Their grotesque, experimented faces begin to normalize. They look human again, ever so gradually. They drop their grip on Mirumo.

“Shuu!” Kanae frees herself and grabs him.

“Karren.” He whispers that special name, tears in his eyes as he hugs her. Then he turns to embrace his approaching father. “Dad.”

“She really does love you, son.” Mirumo nods. “And I love her like a daughter already.”

“A daughter-in-law, I hope,” Tsukiyama huffs. He draws Kanae to his lips, and she knows herself the happiest woman in the world.

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?”

something angsty, maybe what you think Tsukiyama is thinking during this current arc?

Tsukiyama is happy for Kaneki and Touka. He really is.

But he’s lonely, and Karren isn’t coming back, and now Kaneki is officially taken, or touken. He chuckles at his own wit.

He knows he doesn’t value life. Not like he should.

He remembers breaking into homes and taking eyes for snacks all too easily, laughing as he feasted on flaky old man shin, setting up dozens in the Ghoul Restaurant.

He is the last person who should be involved in GOAT, and yet here he is, feeling like he knows better than its leader.

Kids are kids are kids. He doesn’t want to kill the little twerp Hajime. But if it’s us or them, Tsukiyama will ensure it’s them.

Kaneki wants peace by pacifism, and Tsukiyama wants to believe in it himself, but he can’t.

For them to live – for Touka to carry that baby she isn’t hiding as well as she thinks – people must die.

Just like for him to live, Karren had to die.

Or did she? Chie said there ought to be another way.

He wishes he could see one.

Karren died to ensure his survival. He will honor her sacrifice until the end of his long, long life.

(And when he does meet someone else, he’ll name their firstborn/first adopted Karren, and save Shuu Jr. for the second).

Karren and Mutsuki wind up locked in a room together at the auction and have to work together to get out. And maybe become friends-ish but of course they are on opposite sides of a war. Also maybe some Tsukikana & Mutsurie undertones. (Poor Karren is always around people obsessed with Kaneki.)

These two are my bro-TP!

“Hogwash!” Kanae shrieks at the door that’s crashed before her, trapping her and the girl in a room the size of a coffin. Well, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. But only slightly.

“I’m terribly sorry about this kidnapping, Miss. But you understand, I must please my master.” She clasps her hands.

The girl stares back at her.

Mutsuki can smell blood. The special blood he hates once a month, because it reminds him he can never belong.

But it’s not just his.

“You’re female.”

“Entschuldigung, what’s that got to do with anything?” snaps the ghoul, tugging on the door, and Mutsuki knows he’s right.

“You’re like me. A man in a woman’s body.” Mutsuki climbs to his feet.

“Shut up,” spits Kanae, drawing her kagune to break down the door. She pauses. “Wait, what?”

“Are you happier this way?” Mutsuki wraps his arms around himself. “Do you hate yourself in dresses, like I do?”

“No.” Kanae grows quiet, and her kagune vanishes. Why not tell Shuu’s future dinner? Maybe he’ll learn a thing or two after he ingests this boy. “I miss being Karren.”

“I hate being Mutsuki, but I can’t escape her. And I’m not a her. I’m not.” Mutsuki’s eyes well up. Why is he crying – such a girly thing? Will he ever be man enough? Is he hopeless?

“Be whomever you want. Be stronger than me.” Karren smiles with self-deprecation. She spreads her arms wide. “Or you’ll wind up like me, in love with a depressed man who doesn’t even know who you really are.”

“No one knows who I am, either.” But Sensei could. Sensei might not judge him.

“Why am I telling you this, like you won’t be my master’s meal.” Karren scowls. “Weird boy.”

“There’s someone I know. Someone, I think, who might not hate me.”

“The purple-haired bastard? Hey, I get it.” Karren waves her hands. “His eyes when Big Madam dragged you off, lemme tell you. True love.”

Okay, now she really does feel guilty about letting Shuu eat this boy.

“U – Urie? N – no.” Mutsuki turns scarlet.

“Y – yes.” Karren leans in close. “Tell you what, boy. From one misfit to another, we help each other escape this room, and I’ll pretend you’re my captive until we meet your people. You, in turn, let me escape, and remember not to be like me.”

She pulls off her mask, revealing a rather lovely face with distinctive purple eyebrows. And eyes Mutsuki recognizes.

“Deal.” For once, looking in Karren’s eyes, Mutsuki does not feel alone. “Karren.”

Karren escapes from Eto and makes her way back to the Tsukiyamas (which has not been raided by the CCG yet)

Oh goody, more angst for my wicked heart.

Karren stumbles out of Aogiri’s headquarters, her eyes still half-sewn shut, hr lips 100% sealed. Help me, she wants to whimper. I want to die.

She can’t go home to Master Shuu. He’s depressed enough.

But where else can she go? She only has one home, and it’s with Tsukiyama Shuu.

She half-walks, half-crawls to the mansion like a drunk, like the worthless servant she is, hoping to climb inside her room without anyone noticing she’s been gone.

She needs to kill Sasaki for hurting Shuu. No – to atone for her own selfishness. Because she’s very, very bad, and she needs to be Kanae, not Karren.

Kanae doesn’t even realize that she’s collapsed on the steps to the Tsukiyama mansion until she hears Matsumae scream.

Get up, move.

Chie Hori sees her and runs upstairs like the brat she is.

Don’t worry, let me alone, Kanae wants to say as Matsumae lifts her off the stairs, but her mouth is still sewn shut.

Mirumo hovers over her, and then Matsumae shoos him out because she knows Kanae’s secret. This is all going so wrong – why can’t she die already – and then Shuu’s being pulled into the room – how did she wind up in her room? – by Chie.

He lets out a wail and rushes forward, yanking out the thread to her mouth and cursing in French.

“Be gentle!” Matsumae says, working on Kanae’s eyes.

“I’m sorry; I’m so sorry,” Kanae says, bordering on delirium. “She knew – Master Shuu, it’s all my fault.”

“Your fault? No, mon cher, never.” Shuu’s shaking. How could someone do this to Kanae? He wouldn’t even treat dinner like this.

He’s going to find them, and kill them.

He tries to take off her jacket to check for wounds, and Kanae starts and immediately claps her hands over her … rosy chest.

Shuu turns dead white.

“K – Kanae?” he asks in a small voice, a voice that says why didn’t you trust me?

“Not Kanae.” Matsumae applies a warm cloth dipped in some sort of lotion to Kanae’s bruised forehead.

“What’s your real name, belle femme?” he asks.

She squeezes her eyes shut, though they still hurt from the thread. There’s no point in hiding what’s already been exposed. “Karren.”

Tears leak down her cheeks, but Shuu’s placing a blanket overher chest as he helps her out of her jacket, and he’s calling her sweet rose and liebling and he seems more alive than he has in months. And though Karren can’t quite believe it yet, Chie and Matsumae can see it’s because of her.