Tag: karren von rosewald

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.”