11th Wards, Tokyo

In the middle of a street a white haired young man, in the middle of his 18th, was thinking very hard as he sniffing and walking around muttering "hamburger, steak, salad, pudding, cupcake, sausage, chicken"

He wore a simple black pants and a long-sleeved black shirt that was hidden by his brown coat. Complimenting his clothes was black boots and a white glove that hid scars that cover his hands. His face couldn't be seen as it was covered by a medical eyepatch that cover his left eye and simple white bandana that cover his mouth, overall it gave him the appearance of sick man, or homeless.

Eventually he stopped walking as he arrived at his destination, a nightclub. He arrived in front of a club and to his annoyance stopped by one of the bouncers.

"Hold on, " said the burly and fat looking man "lose the mask"

The white haired man stopped and stared , unnerving the bouncer. He removed his eyepatch, showing a normal eye underneath.

"Listen here boy, unless you want some trouble I advise that you..." the bouncer never finished his sentence, however as the white haired man's left eye turned red,

A fist tore through his chest,

A mask formed on the youngster's face,

And a laugh escaped from the white mask

"I want a sandwich, but mom told me not to be picky"

"Hmm... hmm... hmm... hmm... " The white haired man was busy, his finger was digging into the flesh of his latest victim. He ate the meat greedily, enjoying the texture of the abdomen muscles that he just ripped and shoved into his mouth. He stopped, however, when he heard steps behind him.

"You have to excuse my table manners, but feel free to eat, " said the young man before going back to eating, chewing the tender flesh without care.

"Hehehe... I have to decline your offer. I am here to take you with me, Mukade (centipede)" Said the man. Now Mukade was frowning, he had hoped that it was at least an Investigator, that way he could torture him in public to gain CCG's attention.

The man behind him was big, to say at least. His hair was blond and from the hole of his hockey mask one could see his his lizard-like eyes. He wore a golden bone finger ring that enhanced his gangster-like appearance along with the with suit he had. Mukade knew this man, he was known as 13th ward's Jason or Yamori. He also knew that this guy was a member of Aogiri Tree. An organization that tried to recruit him these past few weeks.

"You know, I'm being generous by inviting you to the table, and this is how you repay me" Mukade turned his head to the hockey masked guy, his smile unnerving. "I think I have to return the favor"

Four scaled tentacles appeared from his back targeting Yamori who respond in kind by unleashing his own two wider and spiky tentacles. The kagunes clashed with each other, sending dust and severed limbs into the air. Their kagunes were the same type so it was only the matter of strength before one of them break, Rinkaku was poor in defense after all.

'Ah, what a waste of good food' thought Mukade as his kagunes were still whipping around, mincing the already chopped meat even further.

"I got my order from above, I'm supposed to take you alive" Yamori cracked his middle finger while Mukade still looked at him with his bored face "but before I do, maybe I take a finger or two, an arm or two, or even a leg or two. You don't mind, do you?" Yamori showed him his pliers, showing Mukade he was serious with his 'request.'

Mukade responded in kind by wrapping his kagune around Yamori's, then he pulled hard before impaling him in the stomach with his fifth Kagune, all before Yamori realized that Mukade was really beyond him in strength.

"Fuck You" Said Mukade before ripping off Yamori's right hand with his hands "You tried to take my finger or my arm or my leg right? Then retribution is only natural"

Mukade cut the index and middle finger with Yamori's pliers, tossed both the severed fingers and the pliers to Yamori

"You can have it back, I don't deal with fake gold" Kaneki humiliate him further, then he jumped, leaving Yamori who still holding what's left of his arm.

"Give it back, " said Yamori as he was holding his severed fingers with his left arm, tears flowed from his eyes as he hold back the pain. His cry, however, was met with a silence, implying that neither Mukade nor his comrades were there.

"GIVE IT BACK!"

Writer's note for this half-assed story

Okay so this is my first fanfiction and there will be many wrong grammar,punctuality, vocabulary,missing letters and fucking grammar nazis will start spouting craps and all that shit. I'll be happy if i have beta and all that stuff but i dont have time to search for them.

So please bear with it if you want to read, if you don't want to then...Okay.

until next time(if there's anybody actually reading this)