Author's Notes: Hello, another Tokyo Ghoul story here! I've just had this strange thought. What if the CCG really did get to Kaneki first? And, this idea is absolutely plausible considering that we have Rank 1 Investigator Sasaki Haise. Still, this will be the last new story that I will post for this website as I am going to be extremely busy this month until end of February and, possibly, halfway through March as I mentioned in my AN in Emergence. I'm posting my starting chapters for the ideas I have about TG and, when I get to check my account again after all the commotion, I'm going to collect all of your opinions for inspiration to post the next chapters.

Warning(s): This story will be, obviously, partial to the CCG just like when Kaneki had been with Anteiku. So, even as I cry just thinking about it, there will be clashes between him and ghouls (possibly even ones from Anteiku directly). This is Canon-Divergence. So, be aware of this one. Another is just the usual ones: gore, angst, drama, possible tragedy.

Pairing(s): None. This will be GEN. TG has already enough romance in its fandom, imho.

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"As you can see, Amon-kun, this is quite a peculiar case in our hands." Mado Kureo grinned slyly as he idly caressed his chin in a thoughtful manner. "You see, Kanou is extremely careful in his trails these past few years. A very cunning individual, I may say. The CCG has been keeping an eye on him, as one of its former coroners in the research department. To perform a transplant that called in a few moral ethics into question had required us to investigate this matter." He informed the young man walking beside him.

For his part, Amon Koutarou looked at his superior with a bit of confusion.

"Does it really? I mean, as a doctor himself, haven't he just chosen to save a life that can still be saved?" He asked his mentor as he bit his lip, thinking about the news about the accident between a teenage boy and girl, possibly a couple.

"Not if the "dead" person the organs were from happened to be, perhaps, a ghoul." Mado's grin, if possible, widened at this with a hint of gleeful malice.

Amon stopped in his tracks. So did Mado.

"A-A ghoul?" He croaked out faintly, face paling as the implications of that action began to set in.

"Yes," The white haired man confirmed readily, a slight lisp in his wording. "At first, it didn't seem that obvious. Investigations about the infamous Binge Eater, however, brought to light a few suspicions. Most of 'her' victims happened to be young males these past few months. Just the same age range of the young man involved in the accident. Now, certain investigators had gone back to examine the scene further as to prove that the "deceased" girl was indeed dead upon impact. Imagine the uproar when they discovered that the same fluids that Binge Eater left in her excursions matched the ones found in that tragic scene."

"And, as CCG's former coroner, Kanou couldn't deny that he hadn't known that the girl was a ghoul…" Amon weakly concluded, feeling a bit sick.

"You got it in one, Amon-kun!" Mado praised him brightly before his face fell with obvious disappointment. "Though, unfortunately, Kanou has already disappeared from the grid before the CCG can apprehend him. Along with that girl's "corpse" if she is even really dead in the first place. As for why we are currently in the hospital, we are going to fetch the young man who've gotten the transplanted organs." He hummed at this as they ascended the staircase.

"What happens to him?" The dark haired man immediately questioned as he straightened. "He's only a victim of circumstance. We don't know yet the possible effects of having ghoul organs placed in his body. What does the CCG plan to do with him?" He couldn't help but feel uneasy as the inquiries poured out of his mouth.

"As you said, we don't know the possible effects so the agency are going to find out." Mado waved off nonchalantly as a calculating gleam entered his eyes. "As for what happens to him, only the higher-ups get to decide his fate, I'm sorry to say. He's very unfortunate, to say the least." There wasn't any sympathy in his words but there was definitely contemplation in his tone that told Amon that the man was curious about this unknown young man's fate.

Amon kept his conflicting thoughts to himself.

As they reached the second floor, Amon followed after his superior who confidently strode down the corridors with purpose in his steps. Nurses and some of the patients paused to look at them and he knew that it was either due to the signature trench coats or the briefcases in their hands that signaled their professions as ghoul investigators. To be honest, it unnerved him a little but he kept firm to hold it in.

They reached the room by the end of the hallway and Amon blinked as he saw two police officers safe-guarding the door.

One of them nodded to Mado and said man just let himself in without batting an eyelash.

Amon gave an awkward bow to the two officers before hurrying after Mado. What greeted them was a bare hospital room with no windows, an empty bed, and an untouched tray of food on it. At first, he was alarmed and even thought that the young man might have possibly escaped. Though, his attention shifted towards his superior who calmly advanced on the other side of the hospital bed by the corner of the wall.

Following, Amon froze in his tracks as he saw the small body of a young dark haired teen curled up on the floor as he compressed himself to that corner of the wall while hugging his knees to his chest.

"Isn't it cold down there, young man?" Mado questioned curiously as he tilted his head.

"H-Huh?" The teen's head snapped up to them and stared at them with wide grey eyes.

Amon's uneasiness grew upon finally seeing the other. This kid was too young to even think of shouldering the responsibilities that was going to be, no doubt, forced upon him. Just because a doctor decided that it was fine to transplant a ghoul's organs into him. Seeing the quivering grey eyes, Amon could see the fear and terror whirling in his gaze. As he caught sight of the briefcases in their hands, however, he started trembling violently, face ashen.

"It's alright," The words were out of his mouth before he could think better on them and Amon felt Mado's eyes on him. "We're just here to take you to CCG to see what we can do about your situation." He found himself reassuring the teen that he had yet to know the name as he crouched in front of him.

"Y-You're not here to kill me?" A small voice questioned and Amon felt dread in his stomach at those words.

"Of course not!" Mado stepped in as he eyed the teen a bit shrewdly and the other flinched at his voice. "That is, needless to say, unless you give us a reason to." He grinned widely at the teen who hunched in on himself at the words.

As much as Amon would like to deny the other's words, he knew without a doubt just what the CCG was truly capable of.

To his surprise, the teen continued to speak and avoided their gaze.

"I-I can't eat food like I use to," He admitted shakily as he covered his mouth with a trembling hand. "Miso soup tastes like used engine oil, tofu seems to have a terrible texture like solidified animal fat, and white rice sticks like glue to my mouth. I can't stomach it. It's disgusting." A tear slid down his cheek from his left eye but he merely angrily wiped it with the back of his hand, refusing to look at them.

Amon looked at Mado for guidance but only found the man staring intently at the teen.

He watched as the man crouched beside him. Mado pulled the sleeve of his coat up and revealed his bare forearm. Then, he brought out a pen from his pocket and calmly scratched the skin with the endpoint just deep enough until it bled. He yelped in panic at the other's actions, though, his eyes swiveled to the now sniffing teen. The kid was staring fixatedly on the blood sluggishly pooling on Mado's skin.

And he was drooling.

To their shock, his left eye turned into a ghoul's signature kakugan while his right eye remained normal. He raised a hand as if to reach for Mado's arm before his other hand grabbed it and trapped it into his chest, crying out in alarm.

"N-No…" The teen sobbed brokenly, openly weeping in front of them.

"Thought so," Mado coolly stated as he brought out a handkerchief and methodically wiped the blood away before fixing his sleeve back into place. "The first time I heard about the transplant and a ghoul's involvement, I had my hunch." The man disclosed to them as he stood up.

"I-I can't—" The other choked out.

Amon stared at the other with wide eyes as he instantly stood on his feet, posture defensive.

"Do not fret, Amon-kun." Mado assured him by patting his shoulder. "This young man is basically defenseless and we are armed investigators. Ghoul or not, we're not exactly helpless. You shouldn't underestimate yourself." At this, the white haired man winked at him.

"I-If you say so, Mado-san." Amon stumbled over his words, trusting his superior.

Though, what could this possibly mean for the teen who was now obviously more ghoul than human?

He didn't know how to judge such an existence.

~o~

Kaneki Ken was terrified.

For one, the second day after he woke up, he was suddenly isolated to another room in the hospital. Worse, it was totally closed off with no windows and only one exit. One which was heavily guarded by two policemen. Another concern had been that he couldn't seem to stomach any food since the accident. A nagging suspicion formed at the back of his mind but he just couldn't seem to grasp it. Still, hungry and confused, he was left in his room. Alone.

He hated it.

While he didn't know for certain, he thought that it was about what happened back at the construction site. Well, he was close. It wasn't until three days after that a representative from the Commission of Counter Ghoul or the CCG talked to him and things became clearer to him, so to speak. Kaneki hadn't remembered the man's name or what they'd talk about entirely but that was probably because the shock and horror were more prominent in his memory.

They had known after all.

Rize was a ghoul and the CCG, the agency of ghoul investigators, had discovered about the transplant.

To make matters worse than they already were, Kanou had apparently known what he had done.

Suddenly, his lack of appetite for food these past few days was beginning to make sense. One that he absolutely refused to acknowledge as he stayed cooped up in his hospital room or was it a make-shift cell? He didn't know. Sleepless nights accompanied him since that visit and he spent most of his time curled on the floor than on the bed, finding no comfort in anything as the frightening truth threatened to swallow him whole.

Though, he was only reminded that he was going to be escorted to the 1st Ward, where the CCG main office and laboratory division were located, when two investigators had arrived to supposedly escort him. He remembered paling at the sight of those briefcases. While he initially knew next to nothing about ghoul investigators, the representative had went on and told him about how it was the agency's job to preserve peace and eradicate ghouls. A reason why his involvement with Rize, who was also known by the alias of "Binge Eater" due to her excessive appetite, had caught the CCG's attention.

One method of eradication was enclosed in those briefcases. Something that the man had been vague about.

Still, it wasn't like Kaneki wanted to find out either.

His fears came true when the white haired man had exposed blood to him. He simply reacted. It might have been due to anxiety and terror and hunger coiling within him but he had easily succumbed to the saccharine aroma it had enchanted him with. It wasn't until he was reaching for the human flesh that he realized his mistake. He could even feel saliva flooding his mouth just at the thought of tasting that red salvation.

It was true. He became a monster after all.

Kaneki tried not to think about how the nice man who had initially assured him was now skittish towards him as they pulled him to a white van located by the back of the hospital. The two policemen who had looked after him didn't say a word but they did give him nods of farewell.

"T-They'll kill me, won't they?" He murmured as he found himself beside the white haired man who had no qualms about being near him.

The dark haired man on his right shifted a bit, as if in discomfort, while the driver of the van remained silent on the matter.

"What's your favorite food?" The white haired man asked instead.

"W-What?" He stammered out, caught off guard as he looked at the old investigator in surprise.

"I happen to have a liking to curry," The other stated instead as he smiled widely, looking quite odd and malicious on his sunken face. "Particularly, I prefer the spicy ones. Though, Amon-kun prefers the mild ones." He shook his head in disappointment at this while the man, Amon, looked a bit embarrassed.

"Mado-san…" Amon sighed a bit exasperatedly as if it was an old argument between them.

"Now that I think about it, I still don't know your name yet." Mado declared thoughtfully as he stared at a bewildered Kaneki expectantly.

For his part, he was a bit stupefied.

"Kaneki Ken." He murmured quietly as he stared at his lap intently, avoiding their eyes, afraid of what he would see.

"Well, Kaneki-kun, my name is Mado Kureo and this young man here is my partner, Amon Koutarou." He waved a gloved hand a bit wildly as he introduced themselves and Kaneki only caught the gesture because Mado had purposely done it to get his undivided attention. Or, at least, that was what Kaneki assumed as Mado only continued when he met the man's eyes. "Now, how about answering the question then?" His eyes were calculating no matter how friendly he suddenly seemed.

Is he mocking me? Kaneki couldn't help but wonder.

"I-I like hamburger steak." He answered timidly, averting his eyes as he wrung his hands.

"Do you miss it?" Mado pushed with slightly widened eyes.

It might have been the pressure itself coming from the man but Kaneki found himself answering despite his inhibitions.

"I-I do. My mother used to make them when I was young." He answered quietly as he clenched his hands on his lap, a little unnerved now that he had told the man something so personal. Something that even Hide hadn't managed to make him do in their first months of acquaintance.

"So, she's dead, huh?" The man mused, an odd tone to his voice while Kaneki stiffened. "How did she die?" He continued persistently.

"I think that's enough, Mado-san—" Amon cut in a bit adamantly.

"Hush, Amon-kun." Mado shook the other off as his eyes remained fixated on the teen. "I want to hear his answer."

For a moment, Kaneki was silent.

Why was this being brought up now?

He closed his eyes as he thought of his mother. It had been a long time, hadn't it? When was actually the last time since he had visited her grave? After he had moved out of his aunt's house, he had been so busy with moving on, fixing his new apartment and college that he hardly had the time to do so. Though, a voice in his head snidely reminded him that even with all that he still found the time to date Rize.

What kind of son was he?

"Overworking." He forced out as he opened his eyes, voice a whisper as he tried not to think of her slack features—

"That's unfortunate, how… anti-climactic." Mado stated contemplatively, sounding almost disappointed, as the man finally put his gaze forward while Kaneki stared at him with a frown, feeling affronted. "Still, so very human of her. Whenever the ghoul now living inside of you wants to come out, always do remember about your mother. It's not too bad to look back where you came from, ne?" A toothy grin stretched widely on his lips.

There was a stunned silence in the whole van.

Though, while it was unnerving to be told that he was basically a ghoul, he was just indirectly warned to always remember how he was a human first. It was nothing, it was something.

He'd hold on to what little he had left.

~o~

"So, Kaneki-kun." His interrogator, so to speak, was an easy-going man that went by the name of Shinohara Yukinori. "Before all this has happened, you are a literature student of Kamii University. I hope that those books were to your liking. We've tried contacting a living relative and, I have to say, that isn't the kind of reception one will give when they discover that their nephew's been involved in an accident." The man smiled wryly at this with a sharp shake of his head.

Kaneki remained silent as he ignored that indirect jab at his aunt. While he was surprised that they had bothered to do so at all, that was nothing new.

The man cleared his throat and the teen unconsciously straightened.

"I-I'm sorry." Kaneki apologized sheepishly and noticed that the man was still talking. "You were saying?" He amended as he tried not let his nervousness to control him.

Shinohara chuckled in obvious amusement.

"You're very polite," He hummed in an easy-going manner. "Well, it says in your profile that your RC levels are prone to fluctuations. In fact, the first time that you've been brought to the main office, Mado told me that you've been able to pass the RC scan gates. At this point, they are below a thousand, still high for a human, and they rise when your, uh, ghoul characteristics make an appearance. Doctor Chigyou has already briefed you in this, hasn't he?" The man stated as he sifted through the folders and documents in front of him.

"Yes." Kaneki answered quietly as he tried not to cringe at his experience back at the laboratory division.

So far, he'd been fed the way the CCG kept their ghoul prisoners alive in the 23rd Ward, according to Chigyou. He didn't want to think about what they had fed him. Or what that could exactly mean for him to be treated the same way as their prisoners. Still, before that, they had gotten blood samples from him and even connected him to machines to monitor his RC cell count. In fact, the doctor had said that the moment his kakugan had activated upon "feeding", his RC levels had risen to a drastic level above 2000.

That was ghoul level.

It's been a week since he was brought to the main office. While he was technically 'imprisoned', so to speak, they still gave him some leisure in the form of books and television. Though, the agency had been adamant about not letting him near any phone or anything that could enable him to contact anyone. He could certainly use it to assure Hide that he was fine. The other was certainly worrying over him by now. Though, would he really want to involve Hide in all this mess?

Every day in his room, Shinohara would be the one to always talk to and question him. It became obvious why when he discovered that the man was the most pleasant person he had encountered so far in all his years that wasn't his mother or Hide. He didn't look down on Kaneki or even gave him a glare of suspicion like some of the investigators he had encountered in the laboratory division who had come there for maintenance of their "quinque", something that he was still unknowledgeable in.

"It took a while but Chairman Washuu finally gave his consent as to what to do with you." At these words, Shinohara straightened and stared at Kaneki intently. "You're given two options by this point. First, you can be brought to Kokuria as another "ghoul" prisoner. You'll be fed and kept locked in there but you'll live. The second is—" He paused at this and stared at a very still Kaneki with searching eyes. "You can become a ghoul investigator."

His world came to an abrupt halt.

"G-Ghoul Investigator?" He croaked out anxiously. "Me? But, how can that be, after all, I'm—" He fretted a bit, biting his lip in indecision.

"It's fine," Shinohara put in gently, expression softening. "The Chairman, of course, has taken this into account and even the Bureau Director has given his approval for this project." The man assured him as he pushed a document on the table towards Kaneki.

Project, is it? He couldn't help but muse to himself a little bitterly. Was this really the same to be treated as a human?

He read the document and it detailed his transfer should he accept. Though, his eyes widened as he read the privileges listed there that had been, apparently, allowed to him. One was that he was going to be given an apartment of his own near the CCG, one that would be near his would-be superior's. Apparently, it was tradition to work in pairs— one veteran and one rookie to establish a more workable learning experience. He had his own salary, his supplies and uniform would be provided by the agency, and even permitted a certain freedom within specific conditions.

Even his food would be provided to him. Though, it was more of a precaution so he wouldn't kill anyone, he knew.

But, for someone like him, that was already more than he could ask for.

Still, if there were privileges, then there were certainly limitations as well. And, to him, that was a quite a lot. Though, it had more to do with his nature than him personally. One thing that caught his eye was that he was going to be put as a Rank 3 Investigator after this under someone's leadership. He was required to learn how to fight as an investigator and that partner would also be the one responsible in educating him more about the CCG's duties and responsibilities. If he ever considered fighting with his "kagune", a ghoul's primary weapon, then the Special Class Investigators would monitor his training in order to ensure that he would put it to right use.

Fighting. That was something he really needed to think about. If he accepted, would he really be ready to fight and possibly kill someone regardless of being ghouls?

He didn't know.

Yet, it was still better than be put to prison and wonder how the world was moving on without him.

"C-Can I think about it first?" He eventually asked a bit weakly as he felt too overwhelmed.

"Take your time, for now, I'll need your answer by tomorrow." Shinohara said as he stood up with a wide smile. "Though, a piece of advice, while it isn't easy to be an investigator and it will be certainly reckless if you have agreed immediately, I will tell you to choose the second option. It's certainly better than the first, in my opinion. I believe that you're only a victim and the CCG is giving you this opportunity as a second chance. You're a good kid, Kaneki-kun. Just think about it." The man winked as he gathered his files.

"T-Thank you, Shinohara-san." He stood up as well and bowed. "I'll give your words some thought." He smiled sadly.

To his surprise, the man reached out and ruffled his hair.

"If you accept, I'll even introduce you to my partner." Shinohara told him good-naturedly. "He's a bit… odd but you're the same age. I'm sure you'll get along." He mused encouragingly as he laughed, probably thinking about said partner.

"I don't even know how to fight." Kaneki admitted as he lowered his gaze. "I'm not even athletic in the first place." He further went on and felt his cheeks flame in shame.

To be honest, this was another concern that held him back. If he couldn't fight, would the CCG dispose—

He didn't want to think about it.

"Whoever the Director assigns to you, I'm certain that you'll learn from them." Shinohara had been quick to assure him, something that Kaneki appreciated. "Though, I have no idea whom they have in mind but you're going to have to adapt. With how you are… physiologically right now, I'm sure the transition might not be as hard as you think." At this admission, something flickered in Shinohara's gaze that unnerved the teen slightly.

Kaneki didn't deign to respond to that statement.

What was he supposed to say to that? That his body had apparently grown sturdier due to the influence of his ghoul nature? That was absurd. He didn't want this. Any of this. But, he was being given the option. Were they really options in the first place? It didn't feel like it. Cornered would be the right term.

Be locked up or fight.

Somehow, the choice had already been obvious.

~o~

"Kaneki-kun, right?" The dark haired man inquired kindly.

For his part, Kaneki simply nodded and tried not to fidget too much in his tailored suit. After signing the contract the next day, Shinohara had readily given him a set of formal wear— which consisted of black dress pants and shirt paired with a white tie and jacket— as if the man hadn't expected his decision to be anything but become an investigator. That thought should've been worrying but he didn't think that he still had the chance to back out on this.

When he'd been told that he was going to have a private meeting with the Bureau Director, Kaneki had honestly expected to meet a very imposing individual. Frightening, maybe. But certainly not a mild-mannered middle aged man who didn't have any malice written over him. They were currently in the man's office and situated by the couch near the bookshelves.

Subconsciously, he gently traced the black eyepatch covering his left eye.

This was what really brought him here in the first place, wasn't it?

"Your situation has caused quite the commotion within the agency." Washuu Yoshitoki revealed calmly as intertwined his hands on his lap. "According to Doctor Chigyou's latest analysis with the help of our best researchers, Kanou most likely hadn't done a kidney transplant to save your life. With how your body is currently adapting, it's been concluded that he, in all likelihood, transferred the ghoul's kakuhou instead. You know what that is, right?" The man inquired as if to ensure that Kaneki was following the conversation.

"U-Uhm, that's the organ that ghouls use to store RC cells?" He answered uncertainly, barely remembering it from Chigyou's long winded explanations of ghoul evolution or biology.

"Yes, it's also the main component in the construction of quinque." Yoshitoki added matter-of-factly.

This time, Kaneki did fidget in open discomfort.

Sensing this, the man blinked at him as if just realizing the possible effect of his words.

"Ah, I apologize, that is insensitive of me." Yoshitoki graciously apologized as he leaned forward to stare at Kaneki attentively. "Though, I have to ask, how are you fairing? I've been informed about your inability to consume human food. The last time the doctors had asked you to try again, you've shown a considerable negative reaction towards it." The man commented with a touch of curiosity and polite concern in his voice.

"It all tastes disgusting to me. It makes me feel sick." Kaneki responded quietly, clenching his hands, a bit distressed at the reminder. "To be honest, Washuu-san, I-I'm terrified about what I-I've become. I didn't ask any of this to happen. I'm sorry for inconveniencing you and the whole of CCG. Though, I'm also thankful that you're even giving me the chance to prove myself. I might not be able to do much but I promise to do my best!" Kaneki suddenly became conscious of the fact that he had somehow lurched forward and was staring at the man a bit intensely.

Embarrassed, he leaned back and stammered incoherently as his ears reddened, unable to justify his sudden action.

"That is all we asked." The man gave him a small appreciative smile.

"So, about becoming an investigator…" Kaneki started, eager to shift to a new subject and one that he was very much invested in. Or dreaded.

"Ah, yes." The man nodded to him as if just waiting for the opening. "For now, while your nature as a half-ghoul isn't really a kept secret within the agency, it isn't largely advertised either. There are reasons for this. One of them being that the one who was responsible for this is a former coroner of the CCG. It will cause an uproar. Another is that while it is known that you have been merely a victim of a cruel experiment, it still doesn't negate the fact that you are considered a ghoul by this point. We have to take certain precautions and measures regarding this. I'm certain that it was stated in the contract,"

At that, Kaneki couldn't find the strength to meet the man's gaze.

At the unavoidable event that you lose control of your ghoul aspect, the CCG is tasked with the right to regard you as a ghoul and eliminate you on the spot at the off chance that you become a risk to those around you. With this in mind, we will do our utmost to calm you down at this event. If the worse occurs, it will be our duty to exterminate you.

That had been written by the very end of the contract. It had been clearly designed for him. Still, he had stayed awake the whole night mulling over those words and what it could really mean for him if he accepted. As time passed and morning finally came, he mused that it couldn't be so bad. That meant that at the occasion that he was indeed killed by the CCG, it would only indicate that he had indeed lost his humanity.

What a painful way to die. But something that he needed, he also realized. They could certify that he wouldn't kill any humans.

His first whiff of blood and how he had tried to reach for Mado's flesh still haunted him.

"It is." He confirmed with a small nod. "I've also decided to quit college." He revealed as he finally looked at the man.

"That is a big decision to be suddenly making," Yoshitoki remarked as something that was almost sadness shined in his gaze. "Though, while it is commendable, the CCG isn't forbidding you to quit the life that you have going on for you. I know that we are asking a lot out of you considering that you have been merely brought into this without your discretion." The man lightly told him, voice pacifying.

But, Kaneki just shook his head.

"I've also thought about it before signing the contract." Kaneki countered tiredly. "We both know that I can't become an investigator, at least not the one that the contract has specified, while I'm still going to University for my major. I have to give up one of the two and one of them isn't an option. Aside from one friend and college, I don't really have much going on for me. And I refuse to involve Hi— him in all this mess." He exhaled sharply at the reminder of his best friend.

"It is your decision in the end." Yoshitoki conceded to him.

Is it really? He mused forlornly.

"Thank you very much." Kaneki gave a small bow of his head in a show of gratitude.

"For now, though, since the Chairman has given me the jurisdiction, I'm assigning Ui Koori as your partner for the time being." The Bureau Director finally revealed as he picked up a folder on the low table between them and handed it to the dark haired teen. "He's an exceptional Associate Special Class Investigator and is currently in charge of the 4th Ward. I've already informed him beforehand and he will be in charge of inducting you more appropriately in the field. Since he also has his own duties, you will be formally placed under Arima Kishou's squad and be deployed to work with others to help you accumulate the necessary experience, if needed be." Yoshitoki explained to him, precise and to the point.

"I-If it isn't an inconvenience to him, then I-I will gladly accept." Kaneki stumbled over his words, now recognizing just what he had agreed to in the first place.

The despondent line in Yoshitoki's smile told him as much.

"End of Dawn" (1)

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(Edited: 05/22/2018)

AN: Welp, this is the last new story that I'm going to put up. Expect me back by end of February or first week of March. I bid all my faithful readers a temporary farewell and hope that you give your opinions on my stories. I'll certainly appreciate it. Thank you very much for all the support you've given me ever since I've posted stories for this account.

For KHR-TG crossover, please read my stories; "Daybreak" and "Emergence"

For Tokyo Ghoul, I also have "Cloudburst".

For Tokyo Ghoul:re, I've written "Paragon".

The last two are my starting ideas and, to be honest, I've already gotten the drafts ready for their next chapters but I won't be able to fix them till the day I officially get back to ffnet again. "A Swordsman's Road" is under a bit of stumbling, at this point, but I'm working on it and even got some help to polish the next chapter since I think I got stumped with KHR considering my latest obsession with TG. As for "Daybreak" and "Emergence", just needed a little fixing and maybe I'll try to squeeze posting them within my busy sched. But, I don't promise anything, sadly.

Thank you again!~

Leelhiette