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Prologue

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"P-Pl-Ple-ease d-d-don't!" A man whimpered and begged, a hand was planted over his face, fingers just about ready to crush his skull as he pleaded on his knees for his life. The bodies of his comrades littered the ground, painting the area crimson as if further proving just how uninhabitable the ward they lived in was becoming. Wards like these were utter Hell.

The looming figure holding him in place simply smirked.

Before fingers dug into his skull, crushing his face to the point of zero recognition. His eyes popping out of its sockets as blood and brains spilled over before he even hit the ground, finally dead. His blood and entrails mixing in with the rest, only painting the floor in even more red. No one would be around to clean up the extra blood, but at least there would be no random extra bodies. One couldn't afford to waste food in a place like the fourth ward, after all.

"Hey, Boss!" A large man appeared, he was well built and had blood running down his mouth and more staining his clothes. The man had a satisfied grin on his face. Indications that he had just finished eating. "You done here?"

"Hmm…?" The hooded figure ignored the man's question for the moment, foot stepping over a well-crafted mask. Everyone seemed to have them in this ward, which meant that all of these ghouls most likely belonged to the same organization or group. Either that or they were all badly disfigured or had some strange creepy fetish. "What's with all these masks?"

"I heard everyone from Ward Four has it." The man answered the question that was more of a thought spoken out loud than an actual inquiry. "The leader here is called 'No Face.'"

"Scary." The lithe figure muttered sarcastically, looking around to inspect the area. They had drifted here from Ward Three because of the extreme lack of food and idiotic rules enforced by the leader –fancy word for peacekeeper- there. "I wonder how feeding grounds are distributed in this ward."

The figures eyes widened as someone appeared before her, a voodoo doll like mask covering his face as he brought his hands down about to crack the figure's head right open. He would have succeeded to had the large underling not gotten in the way. "B-Bos—" He tried to get out, his head messily crushed in two by strong hands. The same hands then tore a hole straight through the much larger ghoul's abdomen, before letting the figure fall to the ground. A foreign body amongst those of the already dead Ward 4 ghouls.

"Ah-ah." The figure muttered, before pulling off the hood of her cloak. Exposing feminine features and the striking kakugan that was common among all ghouls. She eyed the dead man on the ground for a moment, before looking up at the masked man. Or was it a woman? Too skinny to tell. "You didn't have to go and kill him."

The ghoul removed his voodoo like mask to show light hair and the same striking eyes as her. He had on a blank face, already used to the sight of so much dead. When he spoke, his voice was monotone with a slight hint of natural childish curiosity. "Were you responsible for this?"

"I was wondering how feeding grounds worked here and decided to just steal my own when I couldn't find this ward's leader." She answered, not letting her eyes leave his cold ones.

He tilted his head slightly to the side, before bending down and picking up some dismembered ghoul finger and biting into the gory appendage still dripping with blood. "That would be me."

She scrutinized the man before her. Eyeing him carefully and trying to assess his power. If he was the leader of such a chaotic place then that meant he must have been quite powerful. Strong enough to give her a run for her money. "Is that so…?"

They didn't speak anymore after that, only continued to stare at each other for a few long minutes.

"LEADER!"

The woman turned to see a bunch of masked ghouls appear behind their leader, said man's eyes never leaving her form even as the large group began talking.

"Who the fuck?"

"Leader, want me to get rid of her?"

"Did she do this?"

He only continued to stare, blatantly ignoring his subordinates as he sucked on the half eaten appendage still sticking out of his mouth. It was as if he were thinking about something else entirely and not about what to do with her, the man probably was. His blank look gave off the impression that he had his head in the clouds. She debated leaving, wondering if the man before her would actually do something if she did. Anything was better than that piercing stare of his.

"You can have these feeding grounds." He finally said, making the woman raise an eyebrow at how easy he gave the place up to her. He tilted his head at their dead kin. "There's a lot of cannibalism in these parts, which is always fun."

"Not the best diet." She muttered, looking around at the many lifeless ghoul bodies around her. "But, thank you for the feeding grounds." She said politely, it was better than what those bastards in Ward 3 ever gave her. She usually had to share some exceedingly shitty grounds with about ten other ghouls. As if food wasn't hard enough in such a derelict place.

"Do you agree to work under me and abide by my rules then?"

Her eyes narrowed at the sudden question. "Work under you?"

"OI! Don't be rude to the leader!" One of his many underlings shouted.

"Get down on your knees! You should be happy he gave you a piece of our lands!"

She sighed loudly, scratching the back of her head in an irritated gesture. "Sorry. I don't plan on working under anyone."

"Then you can die." Came the simple response.

Her eyes widened as the man lunged at her with a sadistic gleam in his bright red eyes.

A/N: New story. I hope everyone enjoys it. This story follows the manga.

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