The poll was a flop this time around. I didn't know exactly how to set it up and got it finally posted a day after the chapter release. There were no votes, so I have decided to do what I wish.

My absence:

I've also been working on a RWBY story, which is one of the reasons this was so long in updating. In addition to that I've had a long writers block about how to end this leading to the next arc.

The main reason was I thought out up to this chapter with my original story, and now that I'm here I'm not sure where to go with the story next. I do have some ideas.

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Laureano123: Will this story have ships?: Originally when I was thinking this story over I had no plan on ships, but since than have wanted to spice things up you could say. So it's now a possibility

=Tsuki flashback=

She was shivering. Her body hurt so much. It felt as though her insides were on fire and squirming within her chest. She had been subjected to horrible experiments that tore her open then patched her up again just to repeat the process. She knew that each time she was taken out of her cell her mind died a little. Already she couldn't bear to eat any of the food that was given to her for her meals. Not that the slime she received was that appealing to begin with, but it had become unbearable to eat.

"How are you feeling… monster." Growled the guard outside her cell bars.

"Alive" was all she was able to gurgle out. Her voice was sore from disuse. It was no use speaking much to anyone where she was at, as her voice didn't matter.

"That means you aren't broken yet. Here" the guard tossed what appeared to be a picture into her cell.

She scrambled over to it. She began to cry when she saw it. It was a photo of both her and Kishou smiling. "The reason I'm showing you this is because that boy's been asking too many questions. We're killing him tonight." Scoffed the guard before he walked away from view.

Tsuki let out a scream of anguish. "He doesn't have anything to do with this! Leave him be!" Nothing she said made anything better. Her voice lost its ability to scream anymore. She couldn't understand what made people into monsters. She was told that she was a ghoul by one of the men in lab coats. She didn't quite understand what that meant at the time, but even if it meant something terrible she never did anything wrong, did she? She curled in a ball and cried herself to sleep.

Her dream was filled with screams and pleas for forgiveness. In her dream she was in her cell when she heard the guard who had tormented her the following day outside her cell begging her to protect him if he would open the door. In the dream her response was to laugh.

Tsuki awoke with a start as a cold liquid was splashed on her face. "I'm up, don't hit me" she croaked out. She looked at the entrance of her cell, expecting to see a guard with a water bucket. She found her cell door still closed and looking through the bars at her was the mangled remains of one of her guards. Violently the remains were flung out of view and she witnessed the face of the monster that had killed the guard. It was smeared with blood, the tongue protruding from his lips as he licked the blood from his face. The eyes of this demon were set against a coal black background with droplets of blood seeming to form a sole iris. The demon stared at her, hunger shown in its eyes. "Help me" pleaded Tsuki. She had to admit that this thing was a monster, but so was she.

The demon merely turned away and disappeared past the door. Tsuki rushed to the small barred window at the door and was terrified at what she found. The floor and walls were covered the with the fragrant of human blood, mangled corpses strewn everywhere. After some time of staring into the hall a thought popped into her head, 'I'm going to die here.' There was no one left to give her food or let her out. She was stuck in the cell all alone. She let out a scream of anguish and began pounding the door with her bare hands until they bleed. Weeping she slid down the door with her back against it and stared at the corner she had formerly been. Her eyes took time to register that there was a single parcel of paper in the corner.

The image that was ingrained on the parcel of paper flew through her mind. Closing her eyes and counting to three she opened her eyes. She was no longer crying, with her jaw set with determination she stood up and looked around the room. There was nothing in the room that could be used in an attempt to escape, however the door was dented slightly from her earlier pounding. She didn't care if it took her a day to open the door, or six years. She was going to open the door and be with Kishou!

=Present Time=

Tsuki felt the coldness of the wall, as she pressed her back against it. Her mouth was salivating upon seeing the intruders. Spending God knows how many years feeding off of the decaying corpses of dead workers and just recently starting to open cells that contained degenerate ghouls. Her mind was blank other than the drive to not cause any harm to the one person that had given her the drive to make it this far.

Kishou closed his eyes to calm his head, "Are you a ghoul?"

Tsuki broke when she heard the tone of his voice. It was layered with detest when he uttered the title she had been labeled by the monsters she knew as her captors, "yes" was all that she was able to choke out. Tears were already rolling down her face.

One of the other figures in the room started walking slowly towards her, his hands outstretched holding a dirtied sports jacket. "My name is Dorian, I'll get you out and help you."

"I don't care if you help me or not. My reason to live is gone. I am a monster... a - a ghoul." She covered her face with her hands, ashamed that her eyes might be red, verifying even greater that she was a monster.

She felt the warmth of thick cotton on her rags, "It's okay to be a ghoul, so am I." Tsuki removed her hands from obscuring her face and stared at the young man who was so very close to her. One of his eyes was white and normal, but the other was black with red and beautiful, it reminded her of an onyx with a ruby at its center. "How about we get you into some nice clothes when we get out of here."

"Thank you." Whispered Tsuki. She didn't know why, but she knew that she could trust the man who was in front of her.

-POV Gure-

Gure was outside of the control room door when he heard the crash that resulted in some shock from those inside. After things quieted down he stealthy peered into the room. He saw his sister, Kishou and Dorian, who was currently trying to comfort another figure. 'Idiot! Of course she would look for me after how I left. I'll deal with that after we get out, then I'll freakin kill Dorian for bringing her down here.'

Gure saw a distraught Kishou reeling in emotional pain. The normal stoic face was covered in shadows. He stumbled back towards a control panel. Slipping on a liquid, probably blood he fell arms reeling to catch himself. His left hand found a purchase on a neon yellow button. Pushing himself up Kishou pressed down upon the button. Suddenly a red light began to blink on and off in a foreboding manor. Gure didn't know what it meant, but from experience knew it was nothing good. He shoved the door open in a rush. "You! What's that mean." Gure harshly asked Tsuki.

Tsuki's eyes were wide in fright, "It means that the degenerate ghouls are unlocked from their cages."

"Where are the cages with degenerates left." Flatly interrogated Gure.

"They're near the kitchen. We're trapped the only way out is if people have key cards from the outside!" Tsuki cried frantically.

"Shh. We're here and we won't let anything more bad happen to you" Dorian comforted the shaking figure of Tsuki. "Get on my back." Calmly said Dorian. He knew that this Tsuki person was in no position to run to the entrance.

"GURE! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME AGAIN!" Akira shrieked at Gure.

"I give my word that I won't. First though we need to get out. Let's go we're short on time!" With that Gure started shoving the members of the room towards the front entrance.

The group began running, or more precisely sprinting with stumbling over strewn objects of the floor. They could hear growls getting closer. Noticing an object on a table that shape he recognized with his ghoul senses, it was an old japanese shotgun. Scooping it up Gure slowed to be the end of the line of fleeing sane people. He turned preparing the shotgun to fire. He saw a stream of green eyes bouncing and moving, all coming closer by the second. He pressed the butt to his shoulder pumping the grimy slide of the shotgun as fast as he could he could see with the flash of the barrel the sickly look of the degenerates running to quench their hunger. He saw them fall with each blast. He didn't stop firing until he heard the click of the pin hitting an empty chamber. By that time there was a trail of bodies strewn along the hall. Turning and sprinting as fast as he could he ran to catch up with the others at the exit. He knew full well that he could have been one of those degenerates if his mind was any weaker.

-Dorian POV-

The group dashed through the wall that had concealed the door to the bunker in the hospital. They were panting from the running that they did, as well as with the stress. Tsuki was still on Dorian's back shaking. Dorian waited for Gure to catch up before locking down the entrance. He truly hoped that they would have to never go in there again.

Dorian could feel the shaking body of Tsuki on his back clutching him harder. He realized that she probably hadn't seen daylight in years. He didn't understand how he felt about her, but he was certain that he should protect her, no needed to protect her. Intentionally he brought down his hand to her mouth. "Eat." it was a command, but also soft so as not to scare her. She complied and bit into his hand. After some moments he pulled his hand away. Cringing at the pain in his palm due to the already reforming injury he helped Tsuki up. He than noticed how it was just those two and Gure left in the room. Gure looking quite bemused.

"Sam has the car out front. Let's get there and decide what needs to be done. Gure, help me seal the door." Dorian ordered. Sealing the door didn't take long, Gure merely found the "handle" so to say under the bed that Dorian had used earlier.

"What did you do?" Demanded Dorian. "I know you made a deal with that damned director. I heard the phone conversation. Amazing what you can pick up from a server box at CCG HQ"

"I have to get a file to him by..." Gure looked down at his now grimmy Casio watch, "early today."

"His threat is what. You're not one to be threatened." Dryly asked Dorian.

"It's having my father and his partner hunt me. Sick bastard."

"Thanks for telling me atleast. Let's get to the car. I bet Sam's inpatient and you need to get to that meeting." Dorian said. Dorian and Gure strolled through the hospital to the front, slowing their normal pace to help along the shaky Tsuki.

When they got to the front of the hospital they saw that Kishou was sternly talking with the receptionist. Akira was within earshot, trying to look like she wasn't eavesdropping. When Gure was in earshot he was able to quickly get the jest of it, "What do you mean you won't tell me who set up that place!" Kishou growled.

"I'm sorry, but being a class one investigator doesn't give you enough clearance."

"But two ghouls do?!"

"I can't say anything on the matter. Now please leave before I am forced to go over all of our heads."

Gure moved over to Akira, "What happened."

"Kishou wanted to know about the bunker and the receptionist won't tell him. Will you?"

Gure let out a sigh, "I don't want to, not now at least it's been a long day."

*HOOONK*

Dorian moved towards the door, after hearing the long impatient honk that Sam made. She could see us inside the building and had gotten tired of waiting, "Let's go guys, time waits for no man. Kishou you can find out more specifics at your damn work I'm sure."

Gure snorted air out his nose as he internally laughed at the manor of things. Kishou seemed to actually care about a topic on ghoul's other than straight up killing them, however that could be his end goal with finding out that information. Walking towards the car with the rest of the group he got the feeling something was off. He couldn't quite place it, but he felt the feeling was familiar, like the one that he felt when fighting the women in the alley a few days back.

While deep in thought Dorian's eyes caught a quick flash of light before a shockwave of very quick and very hot air crashed into his body. He was lifted some feet up into the air and slammed against the side of the hospital building. He found it hard to breath, soot and smoke filled his lungs. He didn't have much time before debris hit. He just hoped that the others were safe.

Waking up Dorian could smell the distinct smell of smoldering leather, melted steel and the faint hint of charred flesh. Looking up to observe the scene he was meted with the charred wreckage of what used to be his limousine, the passenger side of it was disintegrated. From Dorian's ghoul smell he originated the flesh smell was coming from the driver's side of the car, even without having to check further he knew that it was Sam. Tears began to well up in his eyes. He felt a pit in his stomach form, before being quickly replaced by raw anger.

-Kureo POV-

=A few hours later=

Kureo and Amon were standing at alert in front of the CCG HQ building. They had been there for two hours already and had yet to be told by the director what they were doing. When Amon asked an hour ago the directors only response was that the person was rarely late.

A taxi pulled up to the concrete in front of the building, which was a rare occurrence as the CCG was hardly ever visited by anyone other than family members of the investigators, reporters, the investigators themselves and the odd living ghoul here and there. The three men couldn't see who the driver was, as the passenger side window, that faced them was tinted with the neon red of fresh blood.

"The person we're supposed to meet, is it… a ghoul?" Amon inquired.

The director stayed silent. He wasn't much of a talker when the answer was about to be revealed to them shortly. The driver's door of the taxi opened and Gure stepped out. He was wearing a tattered and partially melted suit. His black hair appearing darker than usual with soot ingrained in it due to some event. His Kakugan were showing, no longer masking any sense of hate that Gure felt for those who were standing in front of him.

Amon leapt in front of the director, "Director! Stay back, I'll get him"

"I'm in no mood to play any of your games now director." Growled Gure spite filling the words as they left his mouth.

"I can see that you aren't. Which is good as it means you've gotten what I asked for. Now be a good boy and hand it over." Leered the director.

"Naw. There's nothing in it for me. Oh, FYI Akira was with me when I got this and is now under my protection. I would say you have five minutes to make an acceptable deal before I start dumping information of the CCGs little facilities on the web. I'm sure I'd make a killing off of ad revenue alone." Gure's mouth turned up to form a cruel mocking smile. It made Kureo shiver, as blood was visible in the boy's lips and teeth.

"I'll need more time" the director responded, losing the previous air of confidence.

"Tick tock." Gure reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone.

"I'll reinstate you to your previous position that you had in Pingfang prior to you going AWOL. Good enough?"

"Closer. I want my own group, in which I have full authority. I chose my own missions and you don't question my methods." Gures had a look of confidence on his face.

"You can't use any of the CCG's budget. And you won't be in the main office, I'll chose the office you're in."

"Fine by me."

"I expect you to be in full uniform tomorrow in my office"

Gure turned his back and clambered back into what Kureo assumed was a stolen taxi. Although, before he left he gave the group the middle finger and a look that seemed to say that if anyone got in it's way they would be dead. The taxi drove off, as if nothing had occurred.

"You gave a ghoul his own team!" Kureo shouted, shocked that such an occurrence could happen.

Amon seemed deep in thought before he asked what was on his mind, "how did Gure not get detected as a ghoul if he entered the CCG?"

The director appeared to panic for a split second, but he quickly recovered his composure, "It's because he was born human, but somehow was turned into a ghoul. I have some calls to make, pardon me." With that the director left the group of two to themselves.

"You think what he said was true?" Amon questioned.

"I can't say. Why would he lie though. Too bad we can't kill Gure when he arrives at work tomorrow. Tsk." That's what Kureo said out loud, however internally he was already planning traps that would easily kill a lowly ghoul.

"I get what you're saying, let's discuss more of it at my apartment." Amon had takeing the hint. Kureo let out a smile, he knew what was going to solve all his problems.

-Gure POV-

Gure stepped out of the taxi. He could smell the fresh breeze that was coming in from the sea.

Gure was back at the warehouse. He was beyond caring if someone saw him enter the building, someone he cared for like a sister was dead. Entering the building he faced an empty reception area. Empty as the last person who was there was dead, never coming back to the realm of the living. Walking down a corridor he reached the infirmary room. There was a doctor attending to his sister and the rest of the people who he had escaped the bunker with.

"I swear to God if you didn't kill that jackass you're dead!" Dorian shouted.

"Cool your head. He's not dead and I need the key to my locker I have here."

"Why the HELL isn't he dead and what did you put in your locker?!"

"He's more use alive than dead. Remember, eye on the goal. The goal is..." Gure trailed off leaving it open for Dorian to answer.

"For an equal view of ghouls to the humans. I bloody know that, everyone does. That's why we have the synthetic meat."

"Now we move onto the next step. One of the reasons I left the group we formed. The step I didn't tell you, because I knew you wouldn't like it and you certainly won't now"

"As long as I'm not involved I won't interfer. You know that the goal is the only thing that kept me sane for the time that I didn't have Sam. Sam..." Gure stepped in close to his his brother in arms a reassuring hug.

"I miss her too. Just like the rest of our family. The next step is working for the CCG."

"Go on" Dorian's mouth and hands were clenched.

"Remember that old saying, "I would rather fight an enemy than a friend, for a friend knows where to make it hurt."." Gure looked to Dorian, seeing that his friends face was flush red he continued, "What I'm getting at is that to kill the CCG we need to know what to attack in a way that it doesn't reappear. One way to do that is to be within the CCG and persuade public opinion."

I have no idea when my next update time will be. I haven't written in some time and am not sure when I'll get more ideas. All in all I'm quite proud of my first story, never thought it would get this far.