Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Ghoul.

Special: Snippets of Passion Compilation

Summary: Quiet days of peace, but that kind of life is far too boring for a ghoul, especially one like Uta. So what exactly does he do during days of leisure? Discover the different types of kisses, of course. Because who says ghouls don't do affection? Expect fluff, possessiveness, and lots of Uta.

SIDE NOTE: I couldn't insert these without dragging out the Past Arc, so they were turned into specials. But they are still a canon part of A Jester's Ink.

SNIPPET #1

Sumi sighed loudly.

She was feeling far too lazy today.

It was just one of those days when she didn't feel like doing anything, but lie around, eat, and sleep. Not particularly in that order. She wanted to stay in bed, but problem was that she hadn't seen Uta all day, so she made the big decision to go down and at least talk to him for a while. He was perfectly fine on his own down there, but if she didn't make a move to talk to him he'd just make a show of teasing her for being too tired to move.

But instead of the quick two minute conversation she had been expecting, Uta had thrust a job onto her the moment she stepped down the flight of stairs and into the space of the shop.

So now here she was, eight in the evening and manning HySy in Uta's absence as he made a trip to the nearest convenience store to pay the utility bills. HySy closed at nine, so not too many came by around this time. Those that did were usually just window shoppers. Unfortunately for her, this was one of those times. She drummed her fingers against the glass counter as she watched a group of human men browsing the masks around the shop. They were all on the heavy side and had cameras around their necks, all donning the same kind of horridly designed t-shirt.

Sumi wanted to grimace, but schooled her expression into a smile. "Find anything that interests you?"

"Can we take pictures?" One of them asked. "We've been taking pictures of different masks and then showing them to the guys in charge of our anime convention, so they can choose which ones they want to buy without having to go all the way ou—"

Sumi tuned the otaku out.

"No," she said, easily. Not knowing and not caring if she had interrupted him. "I'm not the owner, so I don't think it's in my right to give you permission to take pictures of the original designs displayed here. But I doubt the owner would give you his permission anyway."

Her annoyance rose as she spoke and she let it slip too much into her words.

"C-Cold!" One of them yelped, holding his heart like he had just received a jolt. "Are you an S?!"

Sumi raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"She is, she is!" They yelled, getting excited on their own.

Sumi opted to stay quiet. That seemed like the safest choice. Whatever she said at this point would be taken in a weird way.

Moments later, as they disappeared off into their own strange world, Uta came strolling in. His very presence demanding attention. He wore baggy clothes that dwarfed his already skinny body, but made him seem somehow taller for some inexplicable reason. He eyed the group of men that had stopped their animated babble to stare at him in wonder as he walked right up to Sumi.

She did her best to smile pleasantly at him in front of their staring customers, trying to come off as upbeat. Watching her words so as not to say anything that would be taken wrongly again. "Welcome back, Uta."

Uta tapped her in between the eyebrows. "Dead giveaway—" he handed her the convenience store plastic he had been carrying, "—why are you mad?"

Sumi openly scowled. "I'm sleepy."

"So you're just grumpy then?" Uta purposely tilted his head over at the group of customers that were still eyeing them. "Nothing ruined your mood?"

She raised an eyebrow. Yes, the world could do without a few ridiculously obsessive men, but the reason for her initial impatience wasn't them. "You did."

"You're still mad about me having you actually do your job, Sumi?" He said, carelessly.

His words were laced with the scalding truth and Sumi knew that she was being childish for throwing a tantrum like this, but she couldn't help it. It was just one of those days where everything threw her off and she just wanted to be completely and utterly spoiled by the world's simple pleasures. Such a childish demand, but it was something that Uta took with killing patience, as always.

But she knew never to go too far.

"Not really," she shrugged, peeking inside the plastic. There was a bottle of her favorite canned coffee inside and she smiled. He knew just how to lift her mood. "Thank you, Uta."

He pinched her nose and she scrunched up her face in response. He pinched a little harder, before turning to the group of men. "Ah, sorry for not greeting you earlier," Uta said, politely. "Were any of you interested in anything?"

"U-Uhm…" They trailed off, looking really embarrassed about something. But one had the balls to finally speak up. "M-May we please take pictures of the masks around here?"

Uta stared at them for one long moment. The stretch of silence was deafening as the group waited with bated breath for his answer.

"No," Uta finally said and the group deflated at the rejection. "Will that be all?"

"Y-Yes…" They trailed off, heading for the door.

"Please leave your camera," Uta suddenly called, before they could leave. He pointed a tattooed finger at the man that had spoken to Sumi before. "Don't take pictures of another man's woman without permission."

The man stood frozen before Uta's threatening appearance. His possessiveness clearly showing. Sumi knew that his patience was beginning to slip when Uta held a hand out, indicating that he needed to hand over the camera. Now.

"Uta," Sumi called, trying to defuse the tension in the room. But he didn't even turn to look at her. She knew that if they didn't move soon then Uta would let his crueler half take the lead.

The man was pushed by his friends, urging him to hand the camera over without any trouble. Uta watched in amusement as he stumbled all the way over to him, his legs shaking and looking just about ready to wet himself. With fumbling hands, he placed the expensive camera in Uta's open palm.

Crack.

Not even a moment later, Uta had destroyed the camera with his bare hands. His fingers shattering it into hundreds of tiny pieces, before dropping it to the ground right in front of the surprised man.

"Next time that'll be your head," Uta said, eerily calm. "Understand?"

He gulped, audibly, before nodding.

"Then please," he gestured with his head toward the door. "Come again."

"Y-Yes!" He squeaked out, before darting out the door. His friends at his heels.

Uta turned around to find Sumi smiling at him.

"Smiling again, Sumi?" He asked, moving to stand before her. "What's got you in such a good mood?"

Sumi immediately wrapped her arms around him, looking at his face that was so close to her own. She'd never get tired of this. "What do you think?" She asked, peering up at him.

"I wonder…" he said, dropping his forehead to hers. "The coffee?"

She shook her head as best she could with his own leaning on her. "No."

"You were acting like a child today, you know?" He told her, changing the subject and wrapping his arms around her waist, crushing her to his frame.

"Sorry," she said in such an unrepentant tone that even a child wouldn't believe it. "I want to be spoiled sometimes too."

"I spoil you enough."

She grinned. "Sorry for being greedy."

He moved back and landed multiple kisses on her temple, showering it over her like a gentle rain, slowly getting rougher. He made loud smacking noises that made her smile in delight.

"What are you doing? Stop!" She said happily, trying to get away. To no avail. She was already wrapped up in his arms.

"You can't run from me."

SNIPPET #2

It was a quiet night—quiet day, actually. No one barging in at ridiculous times and ruining a good mood. No men coming in and hitting on Sumi, no high school brats trying to look cool by coming into his shop. Not even the sound of a human scream. Perfectly quiet. Far too quiet.

HySy had been closed for hours. In fact, it was already past midnight, but that was still considered early for someone like Uta. He was currently sitting on a stool, drawing on a mini canvas with a charcoal pencil. He was busy free handing some random picture that popped into his head, designing a mask over the face and generating ideas came naturally. He didn't know how long he had been drawing, he just knew that he had been slouched over for a while because the sounds of the nearby train stopped. Soon he'd hear the footsteps of the unfortunate bastard that had missed the last train looking for a hotel or some other place to stay.

It was the same every night.

"Care package," Sumi suddenly said, bringing him out of his thoughts. She dropped a mug of coffee on a coaster at the side of his desk.

"Hmmm… Sumi?" He called, grabbing the cup. "I thought you went to bed already."

She moved to stand behind him, running her hands over his shoulders for a quick caress, before wrapping them around his neck and leaning down to press her weight against his frame. He was only wearing loose pants and an open cardigan tonight. Obviously very at home here in his work area.

"Not yet," Sumi mumbled, looking at his drawing. It looked pretty abstract and rough right now, but it was filled with chains. A crying woman, people in masks surrounding her as they watched her writhe in agony. There were sketches on the side as well. Bodies, perhaps? "But I was about to."

"…Thanks for the coffee," he said, knocking his head against hers. Trying to get her to stop focusing on the sketch and pay attention to him.

"You're welcome."

"Do you like it?" He asked, putting down the mug and picking up his pencil again. Twirling it between his fingers.

She squeezed him tighter, closer. "When I see such frightening things like this I don't think I'll be able to sleep at night."

"I think you're a pretty frightening woman, Sumi," he teased. "And you see your face in the mirror every day, so how could someone like you be scared of a picture?"

"Uta," her voice was a warning.

"See?" He said, amusedly. "You're scary."

Sumi didn't rise to the obvious bait. He was in his usual teasing mood, but she was already too sleepy to play along with him. "You're not coming to bed?"

He placed a hand over her arm. "Not yet."

She pursed her lips, but didn't complain. "Alright. I'll be going first then."

"Sumi," he called, tightening his hold on her arm and preventing her from leaving. "If you're lonely then stay here a while."

"Of course I'm not lonely," she said matter of factly. "How, no… Why would I be lonely? You're right here within arm's reach—" she squeezed him again, "—I just want to lie down."

"Couples that sleep separately tend to have more problems," he told her.

Sumi scoffed. "I sleep with you in the afternoon too, Uta."

Ah, that's right.

Sumi had a seemingly perfect relationship with sleep.

She could sleep for hours on end in the afternoon and still fall asleep early at night. As soon as she decided that she wanted to sleep then it would happen within the next minute. He envied that at times, but not because he couldn't sleep due to some kind of guilt ridden conscience—it was because he wanted to be able to just fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow instead of dawdling, staring at the ceiling and wasting time waiting for slumber to overcome him. It was as if her body was in a state of semi-hibernation. Conserving her energy for reasons not even he knew.

"Wait for me to come to bed," he tried a different approach. This one always worked. He probably should have stuck with this from the start. "Another hour."

"Hmmm…" She yawned and when she nuzzled her cheek against his, he knew that those words already had her conceding. "Half hour?"

"Forty five minutes?" He negotiated.

She shook her head. "I'm not budging on this one, Uta."

He turned in the stool, gathering her up in his arms. He held loosely onto her as she stood there petting his head. His temple and cheek against her breasts as he listened to the sound of her heart beating. It was a slow and steady thumping. A little quiet—just like the rest of their day had been. But he supposed days like this were good every once in a while. They made him feel a sort of contentment, the kind he'd tire of if it remained uninterrupted.

He caught one of her hands and brought it to his lips, placing a kiss on each fingertip. Tantalizingly slow in a way that had her tensing in his arms.

"Uta," she called. "That's not fair."

He dropped her hand, rewrapping his own around her waist. "I don't know what you mean, Sumi."

Despite her previous words, they stayed there for the rest of the night.

SNIPPET #3

Sumi sat up in bed when she felt Uta get up. He was fumbling around in search of something in the darkness of their room. The night's cool air pricked at her bare skin and she covered herself with their blanket that had been thrown haphazardly to the side without a care. The events that had transpired just an hour or two ago coming to the forefront of her mind, before she forcefully locked them away.

"Uta," Sumi whispered, tiredly. She could see the vague outlines of his pale back and she rubbed at her eyes to try and force them to adjust to the dark faster. "What are you looking for?"

Glowing Kakugan turned to her. "Where are my headphones?"

"I don't know," Sumi said with a sigh, flopping back down onto the bed. What in the world was he doing looking for his headphones at a time like this? She snuggled into the blanket, trying to cool down her body. "Downstairs, maybe?"

"Never mind then," he muttered then turned on their music player. Smooth jazz blasting softly from the speakers and filling the room. It was a pleasant sound. Nice and smooth. Fitting for the time and the languid atmosphere.

She had noticed long ago that Uta preferred to have music playing in the background at all times of the day—no matter what he was doing. Even if it was soft and barely hearable, he still liked it better than total silence. When she had asked why he merely said that it was because it drowned out the voices of the outside that he didn't feel like hearing, though only somewhat. Sumi could understand that much. Even she didn't like to hear the sounds of footsteps or idle chatter at all hours of the day. Ghoul hearing was far too perfect.

Uta got back into bed, bare skin brushing against hers as he entangled their limbs. His thin lounge pants the only barrier between them. He was rubbing soothing circles over her back, making her sleepier than she already was.

"Sumi," he called and she grunted in response. "It's too early for bed."

"Then stop making me sleepy," Sumi said, looking up at him through eyes muddled with sleep.

"Alright, come on then, Sumi," he said, acting every bit like a child in desperate want of attention. "Up."

Not a moment later and he had her sitting on top of him, straddling his hips. Sumi woke right up at the sudden position. Her naked form laid bare before his eyes. She didn't try to cover herself up though. That would only amuse him more, she just watched him as he ran his eyes over her. His hands running up the length of her torso and giving her breasts a firm squeeze. The action had her exhaling shakily.

Uta quickly sat up, adjusting her so that her entire body was shoved right up against his own as he kissed the sensitive skin of her collarbone, before biting harshly in a way that made her yelp. He repeated that process several times. Roughly biting down then kissing and running his tongue over the marks as if in apology for leaving them. But she knew that that couldn't be true.

"A little warning would be nice," Sumi said in between breaths. "You're always disrupting my sleep, Uta."

"I warned you in my heart," he teased and Sumi lightly smacked his cheek, trying to hide her amusement.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear it," she said, turning her head away and letting out muffled laughter. Her laughter however was cut off by Uta, who grabbed her chin. It wasn't sweet or gentle—it was harsh. Callous hands unforgiving as they squeezed her face. His hands were demanding as they brought her eyes back to him.

"Don't you dare look away," he muttered, huskily. "Don't look at anything, but me."

SNIPPET #4

"How is it?" Sumi asked, straightening out the cardigan he was trying on and adjusting it over his shoulders. They were about to leave for the day, but she wanted to see how the new clothes she had made looked on him. "Want it a little tighter? It looks a bit too loose."

"No," he muttered, keeping perfectly still. "I like it like this."

"Is it warm enough?" She asked, looking up at him. "The weather's getting cooler."

"It's okay."

"How about the fabric?"

"It's soft. I like it too."

"Good," Sumi breathed out, bringing her gaze back to his body and staring at how well he fit into the cardigan. Her mind thinking what he should wear underneath. Maybe a loose undershirt? Something that contrasted in color would be good and didn't hang too far off his shoulder. She fiddled with his belt loop, wondering if he was uncomfortable in pants like this. Unlikely. Uta had always preferred looser fabrics.

"Should we change your pants?" She asked, looking down at them and mentally contemplating a different look. "Maybe something unlike your usual style. You wouldn't like that though, would you? But I think these are a bit too loose."

The corners of her lips fell in a contemplative frown.

"Whatever you want," he told her, uncaring. Uta just continued to stare down at her, quietly watching her distress over his clothes as if it were the most important thing in the world. It probably was to her. It's not like they had any other matter pressing in on them and forcing them to focus. Not like he'd let her keep her attention on anything that wasn't him—at least not for too long, anyway. He'd never tell her that, didn't need to. His actions spoke for themselves.

"Something warm, stylish, but easy to move in…" She trailed off, disappearing into her own little world. A moment later, her eyes widened with a found idea. "I can make you thicker harem pants, a little less baggy too. How does that sound?"

"I want pockets this time too."

She tilted her head, contemplating a design, before nodding. "Alright, I can do that. Want them plain?"

"Whatever's fine."

"Okay," she said, smiling to herself. "I'm ready to go now, we're going to Nerima, righ—" When she looked up, she noticed him staring at her. "Something wrong?"

"I have to keep still, while you prepare to eat me," he said with that eternal blank face. "It's sexy."

She raised an eyebrow. "Uta."

"You don't think so?" He tilted his head at her and she wasn't sure if he was serious or not. Uta grasped at her hair, twirling the strands between his fingers.

Sumi sighed and closed her eyes, leaning slightly into his open hand. She never won against him. They stayed like that for a while. Uta silently tugging at her hair as she leaned against his palm. She felt him softly press his lips against her closed eyelid and when he moved away, only then did she open them. He was staring right at her, waiting for her to speak. She didn't though.

"I forgot to thank you," he said in his usual polite and formal manner. His lips were pursed and he looked—for lack of a better word—cute.

"I would've preferred it if you kissed me on the lips," Sumi said, as he let his hand drop.

Uta stepped away from her, putting on his shades as he made his way toward the door. Only turning back when his hand was firmly on the knob; his shades resting on his nose. Low enough that she could see his Kakugan over the rim. "I'll take my time with your lips after we come home."

She smiled, catching up to him. "Is that a promise?"

Uta grabbed her wrist, tugging her forward so he could whisper in her ear. "It's a warning."

A/N: This fic is NOT off hiatus. I haven't read TG in a long time, and I'm just transferring the special stories posted on my wordpress here to FF. If you're interested in my writing beyond fanfiction, then please support me by ordering my books. The level of writing is way beyond anything I put up here—as this fic, along with its specials, were both started and written years ago.