So, I haven't finished RWBY: RACE to finality yet, and I know I said I wouldn't do another fic until I finished it, but I couldn't help myself. So, I decided, why not write a Tokyo ghoul fic! But, this is one thing you should know. SPOILER ALERT! This takes place from the manga, which is a lot better than the anime in my opinion. But, this isn't stopping RACE to finality. I will do this as well, and then so on and so on. So, hope you enjoy Tokyo Ghoul: REborn For REvenge!


A boy jumped out of the way of a pointed rapier like sword, it cutting close to his face. He landed a few feet away from the man, his white hair flowing from the swift dodge. As he brought up his face, a mask that had a mad smile on it and an eyepatch on the right side. The boy anticipated yet another attack as the other man jabbed into his direction, dodging that as well. 'Damn, all I can do is dodge…' the boy thought, his mask almost cut off his face. The boy slid back, using his rinkaku kagune to ease his slide.

"Damn it, Arima." The boy mumbled through clenched teeth. It was enough that he was fighting someone from the CCG, but this was mad. He was mad. This boy, was Kaneki Ken. He was a hybrid of human and ghoul. And, he was superior to any other ghoul because he was a one-eyed ghoul. He was never one to fit in either. He had gone through so much to protect those he cared for. And it was in his moments with Arima he thought he was going to lose. But he couldn't. He was going to fight to the very end. For Yoshimura, for Yomo, for Hinami, for Touka, for Anteiku.

Kaneki let out a war cry and launched towards the other white haired CCG investigator, but didn't think ahead. Arima sidestepped, simply dodging Kaneki's attack. This left the boy vulnerable, giving Arima a great opening for an attack. He took his quinque rapier and stabbed Kaneki through his stomach, narrowly missing the scar of when Kaneki had his surgery. It was deep, and it allowed Kaneki to think a little bit before anything. 'Should I stop? Should I give up and run?' the thoughts all raced through his head as he dodged another quinque was being launched at him, the hammer like weapon almost smashing him against the concrete. He was still thinking, though. He wanted to run away. But, at the same time, he wanted to finish what he started. Kaneki wasn't sure until he was against a wall, the quinque going a little deeper. So, he decided what he thought was best for himself. He decided to live to fight another day.

Kaneki pushed the quinque out of his stomach, and jumped off into the distance. The boy tripped while running, some blood flowing out of his wound. And before Arima could do anything more, Kaneki was gone. Arima wasn't going to follow the half-ghoul, but thought it wasn't necessary. The white haired investigator walked over and picked up the rapier quinque, the blood on it dripping off slowly but steady. After sheathing both quinque's, Arima walked off toward some more CCG officers that had witnessed the battle between ghoul and investigator.


A purple haired girl was sitting in an empty alleyway, her eyes wide in shock. The things that had happened to her family, to her friends. She hadn't witnessed it, but she could hear it. The screams of agony from the ghouls that were being killed. And it horrified her. She even thought she had heard Kaneki scream, too. The girl looked around her while she was sitting in the cold snow, footsteps sounding in the alley. And, out of the shadows a tall man in a coat walked out, an apathetic expression on his face. He looked down at the girl and held out his hand.

"Come on, Touka-chan. We need to move." Touka just kept looking at him. She slowly let her hand fall into the man's hand, and stood up.

"Yomo-san," She asked suddenly, "is…Hinami okay?"

Yomo just nodded, and this gave Touka a small amount of relief. She didn't want to lose her, as she had already lost so much. So they walked. They walked away from what was now happening. The two ghouls walked down the alley, through the snow, through all the sorrow. They headed forward. They would have to restart. And one thought repeated itself in Touka's mind, over and over again.

'You'd better still be alive, Bakaneki.'


Kaneki stood against an alley wall, his deep breathing visible in the cold snow. It wasn't healing. His wound wasn't healing like it should. Probably because he was hungry, but he couldn't feed now. It was suicide to go back out there, and even he knew it. He needed to find Anteiku, he needed to be reassured everyone was okay. He wasn't going to die like this, not today. As he kept walking, familiar memories began to sweep in his mind. His first coffee. When he got his mask. His first encounter with an investigator. Then he smelt something. And it was so familiar, he smirked under his now loose mask.

Kaneki stumbled forward as he let go of the wound at his side, blood oozing out violently. He took a step and cringed, but that didn't stop him from moving forward. That when it started. He grabbed his finger with his thumb, all in the same hand, and clutched them together.

'Crack'


Touka swiftly turned around as she heard a 'crack' emanate from the alley they were so previously in. Yomo also heard this, and so he slipped his mask over and jumped onto the top of a telephone pole. He jumped from that pole to a building and Touka watched him do so. That's when she saw him stumble backwards from the sight that had befallen him. The purple haired girl didn't know what to expect, but even this sight shocked Yomo.

"Yomo-san," she grabbed his attention, "Is everything alright?" Yomo was about to respond but was greeted by the whole alley being engulfed in what looked like centipedes. Touka stared wide eyed at this because they looked so familiar yet so horrific. It confused her. She didn't know what to expect, but Yomo came running her way.

"Move, now Touka!" And with that, Touka and Yomo ran for their lives. The alley was soon torn up from the violent force of whatever the thing was. A piece of rubble was thrown towards them, missing the by a few feet. The purple haired girl launched forward to dodge a trashcan before being grabbed by Yomo. And soon enough, they were walking down a familiar walkway. It was the one Touka had seen Kaneki walk with Rize on. The fond memory flowed through her mind. When he wasn't the way he was now. When he didn't change. And those memories were memories she cherished. As they walked down the road, they took a right instead of a left, heading towards the place Kaneki and Rize had been headed. Down there was a building still under construction, and it was also a great place to hide. They found a small shelter looking place and hid there for the time being. All was silent until Touka asked,

"Yomo-san, what was in the alley?" Yomo looked at her with an unreadable expression before answering her question.

"There was a starved ghoul on the edge of insanity, and a very powerful one at that." Touka went wide eyed. There was a ghoul that could scare away yomo? No, not possible. Touka just continued the conversation.

"But if they're hungry, shouldn't we help? It Anti-" she started before being interrupted by Yomo.

"Touka-chan, Antieku is gone. Yoshimura is gone…Kaneki is go-"

"NO, HE'S NOT GONE! I WONT BELIEVE THAT!"

"Touka-chan, I was-" she didn't let Yomo finish.

"No! I know he is out there! He will come back to us! I have faith that he will return to Antieku." Touka was on the verge of tears, as she was displaying feelings no one had seen from her. Yomo paused for a moment before continuing,

"Kaneki-kun is not dead, Touka-chan," he simply stated as Touka looked at him, "The Kaneki you wish to see, though, has been gone for a long time."

Touka was shocked the words that came out of his mouth. It was for two reasons. One, Yomo just used a lot of words. Two, because he was right. Kaneki had changed when the bastards in aogiri tortured him. They took him away and when he came back he wasn't the same. In fact, he didn't come back. Or he only did once, but that was one time. She was about to accept the fact that the Kaneki she knew and loved was gone, when suddenly they heard the sound of sirens and soldiers.

"It's the CCG…" Yomo said as he looked out of their little shelter. Touka was to tired to run anymore. She was so tired, and she wanted to sleep.

"I'm done with running right now, Yomo-san."

"Then get some sleep, Touka-chan. I will keep watch" and with that, Touka when over and found a tarp hanging over some supplies. It wasn't going to be the best sleep, but it would do. She wrapped herself up in the tarp, and the purple haired ghoul fell into sleep.


Kaneki was lying on the ground in the alleyway, his hands clutching his head. As soon as he started walking, he saw Yomo on the roof above with his mask on. Kaneki was about to say hello, but was greeted with a voice in his head.

'If your so hungry, why don't you eat him?'

The thought repeated itself over and over and it caused great pain to surge through his head. And the pain was also enough to bring out his kakuja, the centipede like tails tearing the alley apart. And when he finally recalled it, he was met with an image in his mind.

He was sitting in a chair, chained down in a large room. When he looked around, he gasped out in horror. The memory was all to familiar, but this time he was met with something else. Just across from him was a man. He looked strikingly familiar, with a nice uniform and a white eyepatch over his left eye. That's when he realized who he was looking at.

Kaneki was staring at himself.

But there was some differences. He didn't have white hair or black finger nails. No, the Kaneki in front of him had black hair with normal finger nails. And he had a kind, loving look in his eyes.

Then, the old Kaneki spoke, "your time is done."

The other Kaneki, the one chained down, looked at him with a crazed look. It wasn't kind or loving. It was filled with a hunger. And one that couldn't be filled.

"NO! I STILL NEED TO PROTECT THEM!" The white haired Kaneki shouted in the empty room. The black haired Kaneki shook his head.

"There's no need anymore. Anteiku is no more."

"NO ITS NOT! ITS NEVER GONE!"

"A shop can be destroyed, yes, but the family is harder. What I meant was the shop. Touka-chan and the rest of them are still out there, but they don't want to see you anymore because of what you did…"

"You mean because of what we did?"

"I didn't do anything, so don't conjoin me to you."

"But you the one that created this side of you. You did it out of despera-" the sentence wasn't continued as the other Kaneki had kicked over the chair.

"I KNOW WHY I DID THAT! I JUST WANTED TO PROTECT THEM ALL IN THE END! BUT THEN YOU WOULDN'T LET ME BACK! YOU WOULDN'T LET ME SEE MY FAMILY AGAIN! YOU WOULDN'T LET ME SEE HER!" The black haired Kaneki was now slamming his foot in the stomach of the other white haired Kaneki. The one that was becoming a punching bag started to spit out blood, it pooling just barely under his mouth. When the pain stopped he looked at the original…and smirked. He was looking down, tears welling up in his right eye while the eyepatch was over his left.

"You care for her…don't you?" The black haired kaneki looked up at the other him, his face becoming dark at the words.

"Touch. Her. And. Die." This just caused the other kaneki on the ground to grin.

"Too late." And with that the chair and the white haired Kaneki were gone. The black haired Kaneki was all that was left, alone in the torture room. And the last words escaped his mouth before he collapsed.

"Please save me, Touka-chan…"


Okay, that was a great start to this one right? I hope it was, because I did this one my iphone. Yeah, used word for it and so on. Anywho, I kinda went on the manga here, and to spoil it for those who haven't read manga and are reading this…never mind I wont be mean. But favorite, follow, review, and keep up the reading! i'll do this then RWBY and have a pttern so dont worry! See ya soon!