Disclaimer: Tokyo Ghoul and Naruto along with the characters belong to their respective owners. I simply own the idea for this story.

Summary: Naruto Uzumaki. They call him a demon for many reasons. The fact that he is an artificial ghoul is only one of them.

Rating: T - I may change it in future.

Word Count: 880

A/N: Hi guys! This is the first fanfiction I am posting onto this website :) I apologize for the shortness of this chapter however I plan on making my future chapters longer if that is what you wish. Please do leave honest reviews on what I should improve and tell me if you enjoyed it! Now on with the story!

Chapter 1: Oh, won't you tell me?

Face pale and bloodied, eyelids screwed shut, dull blonde hair falling limply from the front of his forehead in greasy clusters, Naruto Uzumaki cried out in pain. His cries became louder and louder, each one becoming more desperate. A bald middle aged man looked on in mock pity.

"Aw, are you hurt? Is the little boy crying for his mummy?" he cooed. His mouth morphed into a malicious smile, his teeth bared. He cackled as he kicked Naruto's face, blood spraying from a broken nose. "Pathetic…" the man sneered down at him. He soaked in every detail of Naruto's injuries which were rapidly healing. His sneer turned back into a malicious smile, a crazed gleam in his eyes, "Ha! Hahahaha! You're absolutely pathetic! But you're also perfect!" He gestured wildly to the dim room they were in, vials of blood and empty flasks perched on shelves surrounding them. "You see, none of my other patients survived the transplant. I was down to my last set of organs, and imagine my luck when I stumbled upon you. I knew you were special!"

The man suddenly became silent, as he glared coldly at the shivering form on the floor. Without a word he exited the room, locking the door behind him.

Naruto writhed in pain as he heard the cracking of his nose snapping back to place, mending itself.

Two weeks. He has been in this hell hole for two long weeks. Two weeks of torture, experiments and pain. The floor, coated in his blood, was cold. Naruto pressed against it, in hopes of cooling down the inferno burning inside him. He felt hot, so hot. It hurt! The pain was too much, he was going insane. His almost lifeless eyes trailed along the blood, HIS blood, pooling around him on the floor. It's metallic scent wafting into his nose. His blood. Everywhere. Red. Blood. Bloodbloodbloodblood . .

"SHUT UP!" he roared. His head pounded as he clutched it between his hands, as if to block out the noise. But it wasn't working. The chants grew louder.

. . . . .EATEATEATEATEAT!

"NO!" he smashed his head against the floor. "Be quiet!" He smashed his head against the floor again. And again. And again. And again. He froze when he heard a voice.

"Just accept it."

He slowly looked up, and saw her. It was the same girl that appeared whenever he felt like he was losing control of himself. Losing his sanity. And she never helped. She always made it worse.

"You want to eat. So eat," she grinned. Naruto only continued to stare in distrust. As she saw he was not going to reply, she shrugged and continued talking. "Flesh. Human flesh. Don't you want to try some? It's delicious. You know you want some. You want their blood. You want to eat them. Human's are food. Their flesh is so nice-"

"Stop it!" he cried. "Stop talking!"

The girl ignored him, and tucked her light purple hair behind her ear. "Two weeks, huh? Two weeks without food. You must be starving. Admit it, you want to eat that man. The one who put me in you."

Naruto's left eye turned into a red, inhuman, eye with a black sclera. Thin red veins began to bulge around his eye as he grinned, saliva dribbling down his chin. "…Yes. Yes I want to eat him. He hurt me so I'll eat him! Hahaha! His flesh," he staggered up to stand, "his blood," he followed the enticing scent of the man's blood to the door, "I want to eat it!" Just as his hand brushed against the door handle, he snatched it back as if he had just been burned.

The girl in her white sundress frowned, "Go on, you want to eat him don't you?"

"No!" Naruto shouted. His expression was frozen in horror, "I don't want to eat someone! I'm not a cannibal! No! Nonono! Just shut up! Stop talking!"

The girl laughed, her laugh sounded like the light tinkle of bells.

Naruto spun around, a vicious snarl adorned his lips, "You! This is your fault!"

He got no response, as the girl had vanished. Naruto stumbled backwards into the wall, and slowly slid down into a hunched sitting position with his knees tucked up to his chin and his arms wrapped around them. Then he did something he hadn't done since graduation, which was just over three weeks ago.

Naruto Uzumaki cried.