Uta had almost forgotten the feeling of putting his fist through a human body, even in his own ward, but now he was swinging through the button up shirt on the investigator that had taken a swing with his quinque and opened Kaneki up. What had they been doing that resulted in this? They were just walking down the street. Uta's glasses had slipped, and the cases had come open in the three inspectors hands.

Uta was backed into a corner, protecting Kaneki while his body worked hard to heal. He was bleeding heavily, and his eyes were closed. They had knocked him unconscious first, and Uta had gone batshit. He'd heard of what people said about when ghoul's mates were in danger, or hurt like this. They went crazy to protect their mates. Having Kaneki bloody and down on the floor behind him had his eyes going flat black and he could only reason one thing.

These fuckers were going to die.

Uta snarled, crouched over his lover. "You're all going to die, you fucks." He snapped.

The inspectors had called for back up. They're buddies rolled up as the sentence came out of Uta's mouth. They were on his hitlist too. He snapped his fist out and ducked an attack just as fast as they hit the button on their little toys, and was back before Kaneki as they hit the ground. Their hearts in either fist. The four left standing all stared at him, almost in shock.

"Did they really send some newbies into the fourth ward to run headfirst into No Face's mate?" Uta laughed raucously. "Who's next?"

Just as deliberately, he kneeled on one knee and offered the heart to Kaneki as he woke. "Eat this. You'll need it, Eyepatch." He mentioned. They wouldn't have an identity on Kaneki. Since he'd gone missing he looked much different. They would only know his ghoul name. Uta wasn't giving them anything else. They wouldn't get anything on either of them after this. They wouldn't be getting up.

Kaneki hissed, leaning against the wall, and just as fast, a quinque snapped out and wrapped Kaneki's leg. Kaneki screamed when the inspector yanked back on it, and Uta watched Kaneki's kagune hold him in that space while the inspector took his leg off. Uta was ready to finish them, but before the stolen kagune could return to it's captor, there was a roar of a motorcycle engine. In almost the same second Uta turned, the motorcycle at the mouth of the alley was joined by six more behind it, blocking escape there, and Uta wondered when the CCG had gotten a motorcycle unit before a gun was pulled.

The CCG wasn't that stupid. Well, most of the time. The bullheaded charge on Aogiri had been a mistake for them, but this was no reinforcements for the CCG there. The other six behind the lead man, wearing the visor of the helmet down over their face just aiming the .22 at the inspectors, unleashed kagune. Two wicked ukaku at the back, three rinkaku in different forms, and a bikaku gleamed, ready to fuck the inspectors up. "Feeling lucky?" A vaguely familiar voice muffled by the helmet called.

Kaneki pushed himself to standing again, and Uta noted that he had at least taken the heart like was demanded. He glared at the inspectors, his human eye hidden by the fringe of white hair that dangled in his face. His own rinkaku twitched for a fight, but he was in no condition for a fight. The inspectors did a very foolish thing, they turned to face back to back.

Those were bad odds for these guys. Kaneki crouched for a launch, but the inspector facing the gunman snapped the long, clawlike quinque at the bikes, and he used his rinkaku to catch the damn thing and sling him headlong into the wall with it. An inspector facing Kaneki used that distraction to make his move, but then his brains were splattered on Kaneki's torn clothes. The gun toter had popped one shot off, engine still snarling on her bike.

"What about you two? How's your health plan?" The leader called.

They moved at an angle back to back, looking the certain death in the eye. The one facing Uta swung the quinque, and aimed again at Kaneki when he did. Uta blocked the thing and slammed his fist through the CCG agent's chest like he had done to the first. These guys were wet behind the ears, or the strength of a crazy ghoul was more than he had ever thought, but they were like paper people either way. At the same exact time as he ripped the other heart out, the gun rang again, and the engine died on the motorcycles. Uta looked down at them, squeezing the heart in his hand, feeling it turn mushy in his hands.

Kaneki was leaning heavily on his rinkaku. Uta put himself in front of Kaneki and faced off with the bikers. The leader was already dismounted, removing their helmet to reveal a hair cut just like Uta's only much longer, dark and wavy layered silk that tumbled down what was very clearly a woman now that she was standing until it looked like it tickled her thighs when she walked. She holstered the piece and Uta watched the other ghoul women behind her put away the kagune. She shoved one body with her foot.

"Can't say I missed these sons of bitches." She said, looking back up at Uta. "How have you been, little brother?"

Kaneki leaned against Uta's body, still breathing heavily. "Are you okay?" Kaneki asked, voice rough.

Uta wrapped his arm around Kaneki's waist, holding him up. "I will be when you're okay." He said quickly. "Who are you?"

She pouted, her lower lip sticking out in an oddly familiar pout. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you don't recognize me?" She reached up and curled her long, sharp nails into the skin there in her face and pull until it came loose. The prosthetic face came off in her hands, and then she was pulling contacts out of her eyes, revealing active kakugan like Uta's. "Your own sister?"