Author Notes

I do not own Parasyte and Tokyo Ghoul in any way shape or form, and all the rights belong to the original owners. I, Gin-Ex-Machina, am in no way trying to make financial profit from these characters in my fanfic. Please support the official release. Yada ya da yada...

First and foremost, let me introduce myself. I am Gin-Ex-Machina, but please refer to me as Gin or Gem in the future.

This is my very own debut fanfic on this site, I truly hope that It'll be something that might entertain you all. Please don't hesitate to point out my writing flaws, but please be respectful. Also If you like what I wrote, the whole idea, gist and concept, please say so. This chapter after all is nothing but a pilot, and unless there is a demand for it I will not continue writing this story.

Now on to the more important part of these notes.
If you haven't read either the Parasyte manga or the Tokyo Ghoul manga, then I recommend you to do so, of course It's not imperative to do so, but then you won't be spoiled during the duration of this fanfic. Also, I cannot guarantee when the next chapter comes, if it does at all. I'll try to keep a steady schedule, but I can't promise anything, yet anyway.

But enough digression, I wish you all lots of reading pleasure.

[Chapter 1 - Henceforth, I Am The Eternal Truth]

''What could be worse a source of pain for a person? The pain of losing a parent, the pain of losing a child, the pain of losing the sibling, the pain of losing a friend, the pain of losing a spouse, the pain of losing anyone whom you've loved and cherished in life itself.''

''Life is not easy. It pulls us through all sorts of exams and tests before and teaches us the lesson afterwards and even then you would, No couldn't understand it until many years pass. But above everything else, life is plain random. You never know what turn it will take, what path it holds for you.''

''One thing however is certain.. Death is the only certainty in life.''

- Shinichi Izumi

'196.'

The young man gruntedas he relaxed his right arm allowing his body to fall towards the dirty pavement, that was strewn all across the train station.

"Hnngh," the adolescent exerted.

Pain and stress built up in his muscles as he halted his descent to the disgusting pavement, the glasses wearing adolescent remains there, straining his right arm under the weight of the youth's body.

'I couldn't help it,' Was what raced through his mind, while staring at his ordinary right hand, a smile encroached his cheeks as the the boy recalled old memories.

'Migi.'

The adolescent halted in his movement, he maintained the perfect balance on his right arm, while nearly touching the polluted pavement beneath him.

'So much has changed for me hasn't it.. Ever since you returned to slumber. Being unable to graduate from high school..'

'Failing a lot of college entrance exams, dooming my chances of a happy, stable future.. Running into that dangerous serial killer, Kabuto Uragami, who nearly took Satomi away from me.. And Migi saving her, just in time the nick of time..'

'Telling her about everything that happened to me.. Gosh, it was just as weird as admitting that you have a strange fetish..'

The adolescent couldn't suppress the cold shakes that went through his body, as all those thoughts assaulted him within a single moment.

'Hope that I never have to do something like that ever again,' He bemused solemnly.

He gritted his teeth as he rose himself towards the sky once again, sweat dripping down his forehead and splashing on the frame of his expensive, black rimmed Rey-Ben glasses.

'197,' the boy counted once again, before dropping to the murky pavement again.

He felt regret growing on and on within his mind, he hated this, being so weak. All he needed was power, power to protect what he deemed important, but even after a cumulation of years, he felt that he improved nothing.

Tae Kwan Do, Judo, Karate, Kendo or even Muay Thai, none of the skills he picked up over the course of three painfully stagnant years helped him in anyway whatsoever, it felt as if he has just been entertaining the paranoia he managed to pick up after the many events he had witnessed. And even now, the adolescent still entertaining his paranoia, preparing for event that that might not even come to pass, Shinichi Izumi sighs as he pushed his body away from the pavement, panting heavily while he did so.

'198.'

All the boy did was wasting his time preparing himself for a scenario that would never happen, neglecting everything that has value in his life in the process, he wasting precious time that he could spend with his, father, Kazuyuki, his friends, Yuko, Akiho and Uda, or his lover, Satomi.

'199.'

But he couldn't.. He couldn't live a peaceful life knowing that parasites like Gotou, Mr. A or Hideo Shimada still walked around on the globe, it would feel unfair to all of those who died during the rampage of these beings, it would feel unfair to his Mom and Kana. He just couldn't live with himself if he simply stood by and watched as more and more Parasites started to from organized groups, trying to keep appearances amongst the human society they live in.

The Parasites have adapted so well in the last couple of years that they are almost indistinguishable to humans now, now they feed mostly on human food, lowering the death toll that was once, impeccably large, allowing the whole parasite incident fade like a suppressed nightmare in only 3 years..

But so much was still so uncertain for Shinichi.

There was only one light in the tunnel of stagnant darkness, it's the ability he gained through Migi and his extensive training, it's the only semblance of a clue he has in the dank darkness that enveloped him day and night.

A killing sense..

It's the ability to intercept killing intent and sense it as a physical phenomenon, like that dark feeling that broods a person when he is watched. Yet, even though the boy had gained an competence that could only be described as Supernatural, it was far from perfect, it was far from what Migi was able to do and it's far from being water proof, it was simply more of a drag to rely on it than to go on without it.

Sensing others parasites is nearly impossible for the youth anyway, it's only somewhat reliable when the source is close to the boy, and even then, he still wouldn't know for certain if it was a parasite or just a sadistic human being looking for trouble, for all he knew, there could be one right behind him, and he wouldn't notice.

And that scared him more than anything else..

The adolescent was about to drop down to the pavement again for another push-up, but to the boy's surprise the area that surrounded him darkened fiercely, indicating that something blocked the sun near him.

'No.. It couldn't be a parasite, could it?'

For a while he remains frozen, waiting for this fog of darkness to lift and allowing him to enjoy the sun on his exposed skin again, but to the boy's dismay the darkness stood motionlessly, eerily waiting just like he was. Lifting his head slowly upwards, the boy noticed a set of large eyes staring right back at him.

"Whoa!" A startled shout was all that escaped his mouth, before he fell face first on the dirty pavement.

The youth winced as the sharp and loose pebbles on the pavement dug into his mostly unprotected face.

"Ah!" The meek voice responded, the sound of fright practically leaking from it.

"Shinichi, are you okay?" The voice recoiled quickly, foregoing the previous tone of fright it had, replacing it with worry.

The glasses wearing adolescent conferred as Shinichi grimaced in pain as he pushed himself to his feet, he ran a hand through his smooth hair, checking if it was still styled backwards as the boy left it, but bangs have fallen in his peripheral sight, feeling rather indolent he let the ruffled bangs stay where they are. The boy found himself sighing as he began preening his sleeveless, black shirt, brushing away the lingering dirt with his toned arms. He reciprocated the same methodical cleaning ritual with his khaki cargo pants, and an another sigh quickly freed itself from his lips.

He recently acquired the habit of sighing whenever the situation calls for it, it was a troublesome habit, but it sometimes earned some chuckles from either his friends or family so he decided to stick with it for the time being, it did relieve some of the social tension after all.

Shinichi gazed upon the owner of the of the meek voice, he found himself staring at the smaller girl planted just in front of him. She stood at nearly the same height as himself, just a head shorter. Her maroon colored hair glistening in the bright afternoon sun, thin strands of hair masquerading her pale face, its length surpassing her shoulders and tied into a nice, but simple braid. She wore a frilly, rose colored cardigan with a dull gray tank top underneath and sky blue, tight fitting, jeans, that looked quite roughed up.

She stares back into Shinichi's copper brown eyes with her own set of chestnut colored beads, her eyes radiating eagerness, happiness and comfort.

He found himself with a lump in his throat before he could respond properly, "..Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine, Satomi."

The maroon haired girl dubbed as Satomi smiled a warm and gentle at the boy as a result, he couldn't help but turn redder at the sight of her smile, a sight he haven't seen for a while now, not wanting her to see his embarrassment, Shinichi's eyes deviate away from Satomi.

Shinichi felt a slight tug at his arm, and he re-focuses his gaze back to Satomi.

"Shinichi!" She suddenly announced firmly, her expression equally as firm as her voice.

Shinichi's face contorts into a variety of different expression each more confused than the next. "Ah... Uh.. Yea?"

"Are you really Shinichi Izumi?" She quizzed, with a innocent expression written all over her meek face, stressing on the 'really' part of her sentence, her lips soon curled into a glee as she gazes at Shinichi's right hand.

'I..'

Shinichi's eyes reflexively follows Satomi's eyes to his right hand, but it remains simply the same as he lets it be, motionless, lifeless and mostly Migi-less.

A wry smile encroaches on the adolescent's face, as he recalled the night that started it all...

Shinichi's mind slowly phased back to reality, to the dull train station he stood on with his lover, waiting for their train to Tokyo's 20th ward, Nerima.

The absent-minded young adult was about to drop to the floor to exert his body again with a series of push-ups, when he noted an passive-aggressive Satomi staring impatiently at him, clearly repressing her frustration.

'Huh, wait what?!'

'Oh right! I totally forget to answer her,' The young adult rubbed the back of his head awkwardly in realization.

"Of course, silly. I'm me, who else can I be," Shinichi replied with a half grin plastered on his face.

"Huh? What are you going on about? The train has arrived, Shinichi-kun." Satomi exclaimed confused, darting her eyes all over her surroundings, searching for something, the youth presumed.

The boy felt his own eyebrows furrow in confusion at her response, she did say something, right?

'I swore that she asked me if I-' The young man's thoughts were quickly broken by his parter, Satomi.

"Shinichi! The Train!" She bellowed loudly, repeating only the important parts of her previous sentence, whilst pointing to the train to emphasize her point.

'Huh? Wait.. WHAT?!' Awareness slugs the teen like a sledgehammer, and he could feel his mouth drop in response.

The boy straightened his toes to look over Satomi, and yes, there it stood, the train to Tokyo's 20th ward, Nerima, anxiously waiting until it could depart for the next destination. Scanning his surroundings with great haste, Shinchi manage to spot their luggage parked next to an empty bench, with no second thoughts, he sprinted towards their abandoned luggage. Shinichi forcefully took Satomi's luggage and his own luggage in his own hands, while making a soft dash towards the nearly departing bullet train.

"Hey! Shinichi-kun, wait!" Her argument was in vain as Shinichi already dashed, she made quick strides in order to catch up.

The thing the young man didn't anticipate however was the fact that train would be stationed as far away from them, it seems he didn't take into account that the train had shifted train tracks, despite the simple fact that the information had been displayed on the electrical time time table just within his view. The adolescent didn't even turn his head, if they missed this train they could be stranded for hours before the next one arrives, one hour of waiting is fine, but not two of them in the same day no less.

"Of course! After we get into the train!" the brown haired teen bellowed, stressing on the 'After' part of his sentence as his legs automatically stride to catch the train.

The closer they were to the train's entrance, the more both Satomi and Shinichi start to realize that they weren't going to make it.

Out of desperation, the boy threw his heavy suitcase and Satomi's luggage into the train with meticulously calculated accuracy.

Both hers as well as his own luggage flew inside the train, in a rather nice arc.

'Courtesy of not being fully human,' The teen thought while trying to suppress a grin.

The action did earn some annoyed glares from the people who were already positioned inside the train, but frankly Shinichi didn't care a bit about their bruised egos or startled glares.

"Satomi! C'mon!" He yelled vexatiously, whilst slowing down a tad.

She closed the distance between herself and Shinichi, without wasting a single moment, The youth hoisted her in his arms, bridal style, whilst still running. Shinichi took a deep breath as she dug her head into his chest, for safety purposes.

Shinichi ran.. fast. Faster than any ordinary human ever could hope to achieve on it's own..

He crossed the entire latitude of the train station in a fraction of a second or two. A loud noise echoed throughout the train station, the well known signal that the train was allowed to go on with its timeless journey. As the doors began to close in slow-motion, Shinichi contorted his body so Satomi and he could fit through without too much issue, but the youth has forgotten to calculate that their own luggage would block their entry.

'Oh shit!'

The youth tripped over their own luggage, causing him to yet again eat dirt with his mostly unprotected face, and Satomi to fly head first into the adjacent doors, needless to say it hurts..

..Like a lot.

Shinichi perked up at the sound of laughing, and there he saw Satomi with the most ridiculous head of hair ever. Her maroon brown hair that usually so straight and elegant, was now extremely disheveled, probably due to Shinichi's overwhelming speed, her hair was simply an afro of spiky hair and a misshapen braid now. Unbeknown to him, he himself didn't look too sharp either.

"Pff.. Kchh.. Hahaha!" Shinichi cracked, unable to hold back his laughter.

The both of them laughed vigorously, ignoring everyone else, as the train began to depart to our new destination.

...

'I've finally managed to snag a pair of seats after standing for like...'

Shinichi interrupted his own thoughts to stare blankly at his pocket watch, he didn't quite like what he saw.

'...Hours,' The youth sighed vehemently as he sags into his seat.

The youth again sighed as he recalled how much effort he had to spend into getting these two seats, he wonders why people could get so hung up on such trivial matters, like seats for crying out loud. How would he know that the man was going to bathroom for a bit, it isn't like the man left a sign saying..

Toilet Break! Don't you even think of touching my seat, punk!

'Ugh..' Shinichi thought with distaste.

He was arguing with that guy for at least 10 minutes, until Satomi jumped in the middle and the man immediately started flirting with her.

'I wasn't even three feet away from him, It's a good thing I don't fight unless I need to,' Shinichi thought with a seething expression on his form.

The man was about choke me for taking his seat a few minutes ago, and after seeing Satomi, he just got up and left after she asked him politely, and he even had the audacity to flirt with Satomi.

'Best.. First.. Train ride.. ..Ever.. Of all time..' Shinichi reflected with enjoyment, no really, he did somewhat enjoy it, despite everything.

Shinichi has been staring out of the window for a while and still hasn't seen anything but plains, seems like guess Japan isn't as mountainous as the boy originally weened.

His disappointment shows as he sighs a sweer, intolerable and deep sigh that is nearly the manifestation of Shinichi's impeccable boredom. Looking outside, he couldn't espy much, but an gigantic moving Gaussian blur out side of his window, the view was muddled with vibrant greens that you would often spot in a child's finger painting class.

'Dull.. really,' The youth added in his bored mind.

A yank at his hand brings the adolescent's attention to something new, well mostly new.

Satomi.

'At least her hair doesn't look as it's been in the microwave anymore,' Shinichi mused casually, while trying to prevent himself from snickering at the mental image that had formed in his mind.

"Yo," He said suavely, in response to her yanking.

The maroon haired girl, smiled wryly at the youth's response, she wipes a lock of hair away from her eyes, before sitting on the edge of her seat adjacent to my own, with curiosity welling up in her eyes.

"Have you made any progress on your novel yet, Shinichi-kun?"

'Oh yes,' Shinichi mused sarcastically in response.

The youth's pet project, for the last five months. he has been doing nothing but wrestling with that inner demon known as writer's block. To make matters worse Shinichi hasn't even begun on a title yet, just whenever he tries writing something..

Well..

Something bad, usually happens..

Shinichi makes quite a face as he scrolls through his less fonder memories.

'Like that time I nearly finished my first draft on my laptop, and I accidentally drop it to the floor, destroying my hard drive with my story on it.'

The youth adjusted his glasses nervously-

'Or the time I fell asleep after having a creative burst for 3 hours straight, I forgot to save it, subsequently my father turned my laptop off, with my story on it.'

-While playing with his hair very restlessly.

'Or even the time when I stayed at Satomi's place, and I made some really useful notes of one of my characters, before her cat tore it to pieces, with, yet again, my story on it.'

Shinichi couldn't help but sigh, really loudly.

'Yeah.. Bad stuff,' He reflected.

'Worst thing is that I have less than four months to get ready in pristine condition edited and all before It'll be released in the stores. But at least she loves it, and my earlier works. Which in itself might be a miracle,' The boy groveled.

Snapping out of his daze rapidly, Shinichi did his best to respond honestly.. Well.. With honesty, he meant mostly truths.. Mostly half-truths that is, only to not make Satomi worry..

"I.. uh.. Have been researching on a wide variety of subjects now, and I've fleshed out the back story of my deuteragonist. Still thinking of a better title though." Shinichi replied meagerly, adjusting my glasses with his thumb once again, all the while trying to prevent my shame from showing.

Shinichi has definitely been researching, but not always for his story.. He couldn't help but giggle internally, as he recalled his old works that he had written previously on a site known as Fanfiction dot net.

'I can't honestly believe I wrote such childish smut, Oh man.. Good thing that Internet anonymity exists.'

Shinichi couldn't help but sigh with disappointment of his lack of work lately, it really made a dent in his motivation overall.

"Any Idea what you're gonna call it?" The young college graduate asked, snapping the youth yet again out of his daze.

He shook my head, biting on his bottom lip, it seems it counts as a response for Satomi, as she immediately followed up in the conversation.

"Maybe you should name it; The Amazing Shinichi and his Inhuman Righty!" She beckoned proudly, puffing out her chest as if to reinforce her words, with mischief eyes rested upon Shinichi.

"Pffft... Oh really now?" The perplexed youth manage to sarcastically mutter under his breath, nearly holding back his smile.

She nodded, not even noticing the sarcasm loaded in her boyfriend's voice.

'The sad thing is that it still is a title, a weird one, but much more than I have thought of as of recently,' The adolescent reflected embarrassedly.

"Really mature of you Satomi, you truly are a living example for all future adults," Shinichi responded half sarcastic, half chuckling.

Satomi exposed her tongue in Shinichi's direction, ''Oh heck yeah, you should be writing a book about me instead.''

''Don't push it, girly.''

Shinichi relaxed back into his seat, letting the comfortable seat completely support his body weight, he glanced around in the train wagon and he noticed a variety of people in the wagon but, his eyes befall on a mother and daughter, they seem to be counting the clouds in the sky, and a sudden warmth hits the youth like a truck as he gazed at the scene, recalling his own mother fondly.

Those memories always seemed to come in both short bursts as well as with quite a heartache.

'Why does this still hurt..?'

'Wasn't this situation long resolved? I thought.. That I gave it a place a long time back.'

'Why?'

Shinichi frantically tugs at his chest as intense pain shot through him, like a bullet, he dug his fingernails deep inside his shirt, his breathing turned restless, heat converged in both Shinichi's body and mind, like the furnace in his body is suddenly jerked to a whopping 130 degrees Celsius. Pain flooded his body wildly, as Shinichi drank the air hurriedly.

His chest would always get worked up after seeing a mother and child, like this.

'But, why now? ' The youth wondered as in began to contact in pain, for him this chapter used to be closed, it should be just an old wound now.

He wanted to cry, to just let loose the colossal abundance of emotion that filled his heart, on the spot. No matter how much pain the youth endured, he could never cry, that was a luxury he once had, when he was still a normal human being. Just like before, his heart would ache heavily, but his head remains unnaturally cold, calm and collected.

But even though Shinichi could think calmly..

'Why doesn't the pain stop?' Shinichi questioned himself, despite knowing that he would receive no response.

Shinichi clatters to the cold floor of the train wagon, unable to support his weakening body, only able to to watch on as the pain intensifies, not even able to scream out in agony. He couldn't even feel the impact anymore, as my entire body turned numb from the pain. Satomi looked at Shinichi with worry, very clear in her facial expression, she clasps her hands on his shoulders, and shakes Shinichi wildly in fear.

''Shinichi!''

Shinichi's head began to lighten in response to the heavy thrashing, Satomi's frantic shouts of worry began to slowly fade out, he starts to lose control of his consciousness.

''Are... Y-... Okay, Shinichi?!''

''Sh... Ichi.''

The boy's vision starts to grow weaker and weaker, and he couldn't completely make out the plethora of people that surround him, but the unique ones still stood out to the youth. Satomi, kneeling by his side, crying.. The mother and her daughter, both shocked and in awe.. The rude guy, from the seat dispute, calling for the help as he left the wagon..

And many more, simply staring at him, suffering from the bystander's effect..

But Shinichi's eyes rest on a woman, who seems different, she has lavender purple locks, donning red rimmed glasses and a white dress with black and red horizontal stripes printed on it, he couldn't put his finger on it, on the strangeness that is. She was almost out of my peripheral vision, yet something drew him to her. She looks at him with..

'Interest?'

However, before everything turns to black, Shinichi witnesses her eyes darken, his heart skipped a beat, as a familiar feeling washed over his, a cold, fearful and dark feeling.

'Murderous intent..?'

Then everything turns dark, and Shinichi lose sight of himself in the haze of darkness, only the bloody red fog in his eyes seeing him off, as he departs to the land of dreams.

!Scene Break!

"Are you really Izumi-kun?" A voice called out in distress, who was it again..?

'Sa... To.. Mi' Shinichi managed to form inside his blurry mind.

Before he could further probe his mind for answers, his thoughts were interrupted by the next set of familiar voices.

"SHUT UP!" Another voice screamed, the shrill tone seemed to reach to the end of my being, Shinichi could feel all of its animosity, that voice was definitely his.

Shinichi began to recall this scenario in his mind, it was during the time Satomi was drifting further and further away from him, due to his own increasingly cold demeanor, he felt pained during this discovery as there was nothing he could do to prevent him from listening to this scene, again.

'who wouldn't be drifting away from me if they saw what I did during that time,' the youth solemnly confessed to himself.

"I'm sorry.. I've mistaken you for someone else," The soft voice muttered jittery, from the sound of it the owner may very well break into a pitiful mess of tears, frantic footsteps took the stage and was all he could hear time and again.

Till it ended and only silence reigned in this desolate darkness Shinichi found himself in, slight aches settled within him as the old wound reopened once again. He felt disgruntled as moments passed, confusion and unease stacking up rapidly in his already foggy mind, millions of questions piling up like dozens of paperwork, banging on his head and screaming for his undivided attention.

'It hurts..'

'My mind hurts..' Shinichi repeated.

But above all, he felt ashamed at the sight of the former scene taking place, a shame that was buried a long time ago with a plastered on smile on his cheeks, whilst doing so, Shinichi hoped that smiling would allow him to forget the harsh thing he put her through, and experienced himself.

'But that would be me just lying to myself wouldn't it?' His fake smile soon faded.

'I never apologized for yelling to her did I?' The conflicted adolescent realized, it felt terrible for him that he forgot that, especially after hearing once again how he acted to her, how he had mistreated her..

Shinichi could only feel even more gloomy and grim as a result, causing him to confess to himself that he truly is worst boyfriend ever.

'I should definitely apologize to her later.' He declared to himself firmly, it didn't ease up on any of the shame and regret he felt, but at least it was a start, one that meant that things may finally shift into a better tone, and change towards something of better nature. Yet, he gained the distinct feeling that nothing was going to change to for the better, as the shivers settled down his spine.

A bloody, crimson glow, only inches away from him, catches his attention and upon making eye contact with it, he..

..Froze

Like a deer staring into a car's bright headlights..

A pair of humongous irises were focusing their gaze on him, and him only, they were circular in shape and stretched far and wide through the perpetual darkness, he briefly wondered, why he didn't noticed it earlier, but Shinichi shoved those thoughts away for another time, a better time, a safer time. Because something else screeched for his scrutiny, not the fact that giant eyes were ogling right at him, no.. That was the very least of his problems right now, the real danger lies in what they were projecting towards the lost youth, the feeling was awfully familiar to him.

'Those eyes..'

A horrible, vile, twisted, malevolent, dark, gloomy and hostile energy, a type of energy that he would recognize many times over if he needed to. Similar to all the world's worst wickedness he faced in his life such as..

'That mass murder, Mr. A.. The cold and merciless, Tamiya Ryoko.. The destructive, Hideo Shimada.. The cunning yet humane, Tamura Reiko..'

'That Parasite that killed her.. And the one that took away mom.. That awfully creepy guy, Miki.. My nemesis, Gotou..'

Gotou's name still brought Shinichi the cold shakes with its mentioning, despite him being long dead, still it seems he still hit a nerve within him, quite a lot of nerves, actually. But, every single one of them radiated the same despicable energy.

Murderous intent..

Once again Shinichi felt grateful for the curse he had gained several years ago, long after Migi departed.. Yes, the only superhuman competence he has, a pathetic one, as it is reliant to loads of other variables, but useful nonetheless.

The youth stood tensed, his body was ready to veer into combat mode whenever he needed to, but..

The moment never occurred.. The eyes only radiated this sensation, it did nothing other than that, as if the sight before him was frozen in time itself, unable to move even the smallest bit, stuck in its cage or frozen like he himself was. Shinichi felt intrigued by the view before him, he felt curious, something he had never, ever felt during these kind of encounters, and it was oddly soothing.

'Have I seen those eyes before?' He questioned, as he stretched out his Migi-less hand.

Shinichi hesitantly edged forward, towards the giant irises, he collected all of his courage and primed his body for any resistance, any warning that might indicate things might turn for the worst.

Yet, nothing happened? Well, yet anyway..

As he confronted the giant ominous irises, they light up, glowing in the same familiar crimson glow the youth noticed earlier. He would be perplexed by the whole spectacle if the glowing visual organs didn't..

Lit up, like a match and blew up..

!Scene Break!

Shinichi's eyes blew open, with a force similar to a bullet impacting on a slab of strong concrete.

Immediately, the youth's eyes stung as if concentrated acid was eating away at his eyes, burning its way to his skull so to speak.

Shinichi's eyes began to drizzle, and his vision was imperfect to say the least, specks of white spots blurred his current vision, making the youth feel as if he has now woken from a year's worth of sleep, or a long coma.

'Was that all a dream?'

A large daunting, unrepairable gash centering itself in his vision, the crack was disgusting to say the least.. Shincihi couldn't exactly place the feeling he has, but it's making his stomach churn in disgust as he further examined the shattered glass crystals, the tiny crack wedges open further and further forming more cracked glass crystals, the discomfort inside his increases steadily and an impulse shot itself to through his body.

The sounds of cracking glass grows louder and louder, as his fingers jerked up and down violently digging into the broken mass.

Scratch..

...

Scrape..

...

Crack..

...

Grate..

...

Rasp..

...

Snap!

The wounded youth precipitously halted in his sudden scratching mania, contemplating why he even began scraping at his glasses in the first place,
Shinichi hoisted his left arm to take off his already broken glasses, but he found myself in a rather difficult situation for him and a plethora of broken, disarranged thoughts were flung around though him, as the youth laid eyes on his left hand.

'Huh?'

'C'mon!'

'What the actual-!'

The sight that greeted him was something akin to horror movie, specifically something zombie related.

The youth's hand was torn and cut into a revolting, vile lump of flesh, he could vaguely peg my own muscle tissue, he doesn't even think there was still any skin tissue left on his morbid hand and some of the adolescent's fingers displayed flexibility that he never thought was humanly possible... In a hurry to cleanse himself from this awful bodily horror, Shinichi grabbed all his contorted fingers with uninjured other hand and..

And..?

'Why the hell is this arm still fine?' Shinichi bemused somewhat angrily.

''Selfish prick, You just couldn't protect my other arm, couldn't you?" The perplexed youth cursed at his Migi-less hand, yet as always he received no response from it, Shinichi's face contorted into a amusing shit-eating grin.

"Still.." He paused, his overly large grin shifting into a wry smile. "Thanks for saving my good..." He took a deep breath, and solidified my mind.

'Oh, this is gonna hurt..'

"AAAAAAARRRRM AAAUGH!" He yelled, as he snapped all of his contorted fingers on his left hand back in their original position, the healthy position.

A sickening snap echoed around him, seemingly going onwards forever and so did the boy's scream of agony, if he could cry he probably would simply, because he's way too unfamiliar with these levels of physical pain, sure he was stabbed in the arm once, but he hardly felt that. After the fit of pain subsided he took a better look at his injured arm, the sight was... Somewhat more comforting than before. For the most parts his arm was loaded with scrapes, bruises and cuts.

Though, there appeared to be a big shard of glass embedded in his upper arm, luckily for Shinichi it wasn't bleeding that much, probably due to the shard blocking the only way out for his precious bodily fluids.

'Considering how deep it went I'm glad it doesn't-!' He would rue the day that he tried to make such an stupid assumption..

"Aahw! Holy snipes!" The youth hollered in anguish, he clucked his tongue in annoyance.

'I guess this must be karma for something,' Shinichi inferred bitterly, cursing the existence of some higher deity that took a liking to his suffering.

He flicked his index finger at the large protruding shard of glass, in hindsight that wasn't too bright of him..

"Ow..! That's definitely stuck," He re-confirmed out loud, while clenching his right fist to take his mind off the growing pain.

'Where am I anyway?' Shinichi inferred curiously, while brushing the dirt out his dark chocolate colored locks.

He tried to heave his wounded body forward, but yet another source of pain unfurled its ugly head to undermine the boy's progress.

'Yeah.. Ugh.. Definitely two, three.. No.. four broken ribs, oh yeah definitely four,' Shinichi rationalized painfully, while clutching his chest hoping the pain would subside soon as he held his broken bones together.

The broken youth wheezed heavily as he stood on his very own two feet again, albeit a bit wobbly, it's feat he will never take for granted from this day onwards, luckily his legs were still fully intact, mostly anyway..

..If you ignored the scrapes, burns and much smaller objects embedded into his leg, which Shinichi tries to remove and to his surprise it went well without to much predicament.

He could finally oversee the carnage that transpired the train he was inside only moments ago, and what a carnage it was.

From the looks of things, he was unconscious on train tracks; elevated high above the busy streets of what I assume was Tokyo.

Loads of police cruisers blotted the roads below the train tracks, the red and blue lights prickled my eyes, as a result I quickly turned away from the stinging sensation and my point of view shifted to the train itself..

Most of the front of the train was in a minty condition, even if he counted the distortion in front of the train it was far to small to be another train.
Relief found its way though the youth's broken body during this realization, he embraced this sensation by wheezing out deeply.

'I guess they didn't slammed head first into another train, that's a good-!' he thought with an optimistic tone, before interrupting myself.

'Could there be other survivors then?!' I inquired with both relief and tension.

Then the boy's eyes spun to the other side of the of the large vehicle, and all he saw was crushed, broken, fragmented and even splintered metal littering the train tracks for miles as far his enhanced eyes could grasp.

Entire wagons were catapulted into various numbers of skyscrapers, like a supernatural, sadistic storm forming itself just above the train.
Plumes of dark smoke coiled themselves above the sunny sky, nearly blotting out the sun itself.

Oh, and the smell, oh the smell..

It was irony and metallic and simply vastly spread across this very district of Tokyo, the youth was pretty certain that even over a distance of two kilometers, he would still be able to ascertain this smell.

Blood, naturally, it was reeking of blood, the blood of all the innocent that boarded the train, the men, boys, women, girls and children.

Yet, as the world around him seemed calm and serene, the boy's heart was far, far, far from calm and serene.

'Oh no..'

...

Sweat tickles down Shinichi's face and the droplets slowly descend to the tracks below.

...

'Oh no no no.'

...

Adrenaline was pumped through his veins, his vision began to tunnel, the large crack on his glasses began centering itself in that tunnel.

...

'No.. No!'

Shinchi visibly flinch and grimace as the truth unveiled itself to him.

His knees start to quiver uncontrollably, in fear.

But that fear was not meant for himself though..

But for..

'Satomi!' Her name bursts in his head like a armed grenade awaiting it's inevitable explosion.

He tossed his broken glasses from his face, he can note how the crystal within the glasses grow even more unstable before the crack spreads even further as the glasses sail through the sky.

He fortified his heart and kicked through the doors that granted entry to the many passenger that stepped on this train, and Shinichi heaved himself inside into the minty, yet splintered wreckage.

And ran like the flames from the wreck in the distance licked his heels..

...

The sight that greeted the youth during his journey throughout the devastated train wagons was far worse than he could grasp, somewhere in his mind he would find Satomi the moment he stepped inside however, the deities were never that forgiving, especially to him.

Almost equal in severity to the massacre that happened twice during his high school days, it was sickening.

If the once human, carcasses, weren't ripped apart by superhuman force, they would be a mesh of horribly disfigured flesh, or skeletons that took a liking to half eaten chicken with pieces of flesh adorning the, that is if they were the target of my enemy.

And those were the lucky ones though believe it or not, since they didn't have to suffer for long.. Though the shattered fragments of Shinichi's once bountiful humanity would obviously veto that notion entirely.

As the young man progressed further back the wagons of the ravaged train the stream deceased began to wither and the flow of living, yet anguished humans would increase tenfold, stacked and strewn about in the wrecked wagons, akin to live stock about to be slaughtered, just wishing for it to end. Even though the young stripling has become as calm and emotionless as he was during the last couple of years, he just couldn't abandon them.

It would go against the very root of his values, against the Shinichi Izumi he once was.

So Shinichi tried to save them..

That in it self must be the biggest joke of the century, as the juvenile could do nothing, as more and people passed away in agony and despair. Just more and more blood on the hands of the non-human, Shinichi Izumi, there was absolutely nothing he could do to ease their pain or answer to their final worries, or aid them to find their loved ones, as he was too occupied selfishly searching for Satomi himself.

He began to beat himself up over it, again and again, with each child, man, woman and elderly person that died in his arms, or that he had to abandon in order to save time.

The boy remember every single one of their names, and he is forced to continue to do so, as they haunted his mind, but several lent him his very first clue amongst this devastation. Most of their stories contradicted each other greatly, yet there was a reoccurring element present in most of their recollections.

"Ghouls.." Shinichi mumbled absent minded, as he continued to vaults over various ruined seats that obstructed his path.

He hasn't got a single clue what he's up against, though the the term itself seems to buzz latent memories in his mind, although no worthwhile data about ghouls seemed to conjure in his head; much to his dismay..

From what the youngster had heard, they're superhuman.. No..

..Rather supernatural in nature.

Comparing that intel to any parasyte he had fought and he knew that the Ghoul's were far superior to Parasites, as the ghouls were able to afflict this kind of damage to the train in mere minutes, a high-speed train that traveled many, many miles faster than he could even fathom.

Shinichi felt extremely anxious to head into combat against such overwhelming opponents, one wrong move and I could end up like a young girl who's name is also burnt in my memories, she was...

..Legless...

Shinichi began to absentmindedly recall adversaries who might be able to compete with these inhuman enemies, his mind immediately to jumped to the most capable one.

'Gotou..'

'Well, maybe Gotou could match their raw power.' He over analyzed, responding to his own analysis by slapping himself on the forehead.

'The fourth time.. The fourth time I catch myself admiring him this week.' With that he brushed away these uncomfortable thoughts as something new spins in his point of view.

A young woman, slender and tall, in her late twenties or early thirties, lies sprawled across the ruined wagon, her hair was as brown as the outer shell of a coconut, it was loosely tied towards the left side of her, with 3 flowers sprucing it up. Her eyes shared the same shade of brown that her hair has, she was garbed in a beige poncho with a white scarf enriching it, The woman also wore a long brown skirt that fell past her knees, embellished with small leather shoes.

She seemed to be holding a young girl in her arms, not older than 10 years, I presumed.

Just like the other fallen woman she had coconut brown hair and eyes, her locks were straight, and bangs nearly fell in front of her eyes, it was further beautified by her white hair band, with a clover symbol, the child donned a mocha brown blouse with black butterflies printed on it, her jeans were plain, average and a dull gray, topped with brown leather shoes similar to her mother, yet smaller.

Then a pang of awareness welted him, hard, like an immovable object hitting a unstoppable force.

It had to be them..

'The mother and child that caused my heart to spiral into a uncontrollable flux.'

Shinichi instinctively rushed over, he didn't even register my movements until he was already there.

He crouched, and leaned forward, allowing the distance between his ear and her lips to shorten intensely.

Wheeze..

...

...

...

Pant..

Good, she was still breathing, albeit a tad faintly, Shinichi whirled his cranium to the child and checked her breathing as well.

'She seems to be alright too.' He collected with relief.

He then wondered..

'Why are they fine? The wagons I've passed up to this point had either been taken by the dead or the barely living.'

Shinichi took a moment survey the state of being these two were flung into, both of clothing had been torn to shreds, yet there weren't any scrapes, burns or any of the severe wounds he's seen on the other survivors. Ditto for the child in her arms, damaged clothes, but no open wounds of any kind, heck not even internal wounds.

'Either they were blessed by the gods.. Or they are parasites.' The thought caused him to instinctively take a step back.

'Are they really..?' He thought doubtfully, looking away from them, ready to abandon them if needed.

After a minute of plainly staring at the unconscious duo, he sprung into action.

With haste Shinichi scanned around for a quick exit and he spots one of the entryway doors on its hinges, nearly swaying under its own weight.

The teen places a well coordinated kick at the doors causing it topple over and hit the tracks bellow, he made sure not use any excess power as there could be hostiles watching him, trying to gain the upper hand on him, he confirmed one last time if the tracks were safe enough for the three of us. The youth rushed to the young mother, and wrapped his toned arms around her body and made sure her young daughter was snuggly pressed against her, but the mother began to wake in his strong hold.

Shinichi remains stoic and cold as the woman stirred in his arms, and locked her eyes with his.

"Dear.. Is that you?" The mother purred softy.

He remain suave and calm as she affectionately referred to him as her husband in a derogatory term, which was shared through our homeland's tongue. Shinichi would like nothing more than to simply state that he wasn't her husband and be done with it and move on as if it never happened. Yet, anyone with a little shred of sympathy and life experience could ascertain from the woman's expression alone, that she was suffering, a lot.

And he could somewhat guess what her predicament was.

'Either her husband was sick or perhaps injured or.. He could be in another world right now.' The teen hypothesized coldly.

So.. he just couldn't get it over his chest to deny her this, moment of longing.

Thus he remained silent and quietly accept the role given to him. The woman smiles wryly and her eyes flutter before closing entirely.

"What is your name, dear?" She muttered softly.

Feeling pride and old memories swell within him, the youth kindly answered..

"I am Shinichi.. Izumi Shinichi."