AN: I know bits a pieces of Tokyo Ghoul and I've only watched one and half seasons but I decided to give this a try. It sorta just came out and I needed to share it with everyone. If I get some piece of history wrong I apologize, once again I'm not all that familiar with the time-line.
Warnings: Gore, cussing, SIOC, violence.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Havoc
"Don't give up! There's no shame in falling down. The shame is to not stand up again!"
He kills for the first time at age five.
There's lots of blood, it decorates the walls and stains the shirt his mother had made by hand. They didn't have much to begin with, but she knew how to sew and use what materials they had and made him a new set of clothes. The last shirt had been full of rips and holes from constant use so the gift had been more then appreciated.
Takeo dumps the lifeless body on the ground, and simply stares at the corpse for a moment.
Behind him his mother lies, eyes dull and heartbeat non existent. He hadn't thought twice before he slaughtered the man, rage had set an inferno inside of his body and he had reacted.
He had always had a bad temper, but this was the first time someone died because of it.
Death was not a stranger to him, so in all honesty he didn't feel very guilty that he had killed someone. In this messed up world people died all the time, his mother had to kill so they'd survive but it was his turn this time.
Well.
He looked at the woman behind him, remembered her smiles and warm arms, and walked away.
It would never not be his turn now, since she was gone he was on his own. And he wasn't about to die again.
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The world he woke up in, was one a normal person would not have survived in. Of course he was normal, well as normal as a college student could be anyways. He didn't have any special talent, and wasn't all that great at making friends either so he stayed to himself most of the time. But that was okay, he liked being alone. People were far too loud, they never stopped and listened and usually never thought things through. If they would just be quiet and think things through he was sure the world would go a lot smoother.
Of course that was the world before, the current one he was in was worse. There was so much senseless killing and violence he was surprised that anyone was still alive. Ghouls ate humans to survive, humans feared and hunted Ghouls, Ghouls reacted by killing more.
Takeo was just happy that he had a tough mental fortitude, otherwise he would gone crazy. Because of his unfortunate situation he had to eat people to live, and that had been very hard for him to understand at first. In his past world cannibalism was unthinkable and usually you were sent to prison if you committed such an act. Now though, he'd die if he didn't eat human flesh at least once a month. It had taken a good while for him to get over the fact he was eating someone, possibly one that belonged to a family, and realize that he had to live. If he wanted to survive this world, he needed to eat human flesh.
Still even now he doesn't enjoy doing it, and usually picks off the already dead. The look of terror in someones eyes when they come to the conclusion that they're going to die leaves a bad taste in his mouth, and more times then not he ends up having nightmares. His fellow Ghouls look down on him for it, call him weak but he doesn't care much for their opinion.
He does what he wants.
Life is much more harsh without his mother, she had been his shelter from the savagery of the world. She was experienced and a well-known Ghoul in their ward so those smart enough stayed away, but she hadn't been strong enough to face against a Dove. The bastard had tricked her and cut through her body without hesitation, Takeo found it only fit that he give the man the same courtesy.
With his only defense gone, Takeo lived a life of war and blood.
Pure luck was really the only reason he saw the next morning, using his Kagune was as easy as breathing and outwitting his opponent his tool. With his new body he could run for longer, withstand basic attacks easier and escape quicker.
He forgets what peace feels like and kills to live.
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He meets her when he's just turned seven, she looks his age with kind smile that doesn't match the malicious intent in her eyes.
"And who might you be?"
Takeo blinks and idly wonders why she hasn't attacked him yet, he can feel the power of her Kagune as they react to their wielders curiosity and reach toward him. It would be effortless for the woman to rip him apart, and she really has no reason to not simply erase him from the world. He's weaker, young, and in all actuality he's pretty sure that he wouldn't even fight back that's how certain he'd be of her power over him.
But she looks at him, gaze searching as if he was something she'd never come upon before.
"No one really." He finally replies, she seems bored enough to not kill him at the moment so he guesses he's lucky. But that doesn't mean she won't change her mind. Especially with the vibes he was getting off of her, it was like he was making small talk with a serial killer.
She hums, voice soothing like a siren. "Where's your mother?"
"Dead."
The pain of her passing was gone, Takeo hadn't known the woman for long but she had been the one kindness in this world for him so it had been hard. But after a few years it has dulled into a faint memory thanks to all the fights and stress he'd been under. He can still recall the motto she lived for, it echoed like a mantra in his head.
There are no apologizes that come from her mouth, but he's not surprised. Though he is suspicious about how the woman only asks about his mother, he knows that he takes after his mother and that has gotten him into more trouble then not. Apparently she was a real menace on the streets before he was born, and even received a rather unfortunate nickname.
What does catch him off guard is her offer, apparently she has a guardian. A man, surely insane as she is, who was apparently kind and took her in when she had no where else to go. It sounds too good to be true and Takeo hesitates, images of a peaceful home, the feeling of being able to sleep all night in what seems like forever. But then he looks at the woman in front of him.
He'd rather not have to deal with The Binge Eater, safe home or not Takeo would rather live on the streets. She was a deadly lure that would drag him into a false sense of security and when he least expected it she'd strike. He'd probably survive longer on the streets anyways then in the same household as Rize. Not to mention the fact that she was going to get into some serious shit with Jason, and the very thought of being captured by the man made his answer clear.
She's slightly put off but not all too much affected when he declines and walks away. Getting involved with her was just asking for trouble.
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He feels more then sees the Quinque and reacts, a foot presses into the earth and a slight tilt backward has him flipping backwards. The world turns as he lands on the ball of his feet, and he gets a flash of a tan trench coat before the Dove attacks again.
Honestly, don't the Doves know when they go too far?
The Dove is experienced, but Takeo has lived on the streets fighting for his life and that gives him the upper hand. The two children behind him make no sound, but he's aware of their presence and the fact that they're depending on him. He's never had to protect someone before and it sets something ablaze in him. His mother's motto echoes in his head and he runs forward.
"Don't give up! There's no shame in falling down. The shame is to not stand up again!"
He twists over the cut aimed at his abdomen and lands to the right of the man, he can tell the moment the Dove realizes he's going to die. Ghoul or Human, each of the beings have the same reaction, their eyes widen and pupils dilate in fear. Perhaps they're having flash backs of their life but he really doesn't care. He closes his eyes before their gazes connect and his Kagune lashes out deep into the mans chest, wrinkles his nose at the blood and finally allows his eyes to open. The dead body falls to the ground as his Kagune dissipates, the sound familiar and more of background nose then anything. It's been ten years since he's been in this world, but he's pretty sure he won't stop hating looking people in the eye in moments like this.
Takeo has long since stopped feeling guilty about killing his attackers, but that doesn't stop his gaze from straying to the mans hand. He doesn't allow the sigh of relief to be heard when he doesn't spy a ring, though the lack of said object doesn't mean there is not children or lover waiting back home for the Dove there's more of a chance there's not.
He focuses back on the children, and a familiar girl and boy stare back at him. His eyebrow raises and he wonders if perhaps fate was playing with him.
The two children say nothing, which is smart since he could easily kill them if he wanted, and wait for his next move. The girl, slightly older then the boy but younger then himself, isn't the least bit frightened and that's slightly amusing.
Takeo stuffs his hands in his pockets and goes to turn around, he was going to stick to staying away from the main characters. It wouldn't do either of them good if they were to bond, and he'd rather not mess up the timeline. Call him whatever, Takeo was determined to stay away from the cannon as much as possible. He didn't want to get caught up in that shit storm thank-you-very-much.
"Wait!"
He halts despite urging his body to ignore the small voice.
"You're her son, aren't you? Father used to talk about a woman with silver eyes..."
He turns to look at the small girl, and she takes a step forward as if encouraged.
"He told me that if he ever disappeared to look for her, that she'd help us."
Well, not what he was expecting but curious nonetheless. "What about her?"
"She's our father's sister."
"Fuck."
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His new additions are far from appreciated, and many times he considers just up and leaving. They're loud, troublesome and Takeo really dislikes being around people in general. But they're also young, alone and family.
Family. His only living family happened to be two brats names Toka and Ayato Kirishima. Its so unexplainably coincidental that Takeo just knows that fate was far too bored when she decided to mess with him. 'Ah here's a normal human that just died, why not put him in a deadly situation and see how long it takes for him to die again? Oh wait that's not enough, he has to be a Ghoul too! His life would be way too easy if he were just a human. And how about making him related to a couple main characters just for the hell of it?! Yeah that sounds hilarious.'
He loses it for a moment, the ever simmering rage unleashes upon a couple unfortunate Ghouls that happen to come near him. The end is bloody and he ends up sticky and tired but the rage isn't as hot anymore. Finally he takes the moment to sit and think, ponder his next move.
Obviously he can't have the kids stay on the streets with him, they know how to fight but he doesn't want to risk them getting hurt. That means he needs to find somewhere to put them, a safe house of sorts.
That Café, the one where Toka would work in the future, would be perfect. He didn't follow the Manga or Anime all too closely so he isn't sure what age she ends up arriving, but it wouldn't hurt. It was better then them being forced to eat human food and eventually being sold out to the Doves. Ayato would surely grow up a little more sane as well.
With a goal in mind they travel to the 20th Ward, the children have long since grown out of whining and follow him like puppies. It would be endearing if he was that sort of person, as it is he's going to have to get used to not being around people again. But he'll adapt, he always does.
They run into a few problems, plus some angry guy with a voodoo doll mask but Takeo gives him the slip. Not without a small tussle that leads him wanting to go back and beat the strangers ass, but with the kids he has no choice but to make sure they get away in once piece. The kids are tired when they finally arrive, exhausted from the strict pace he had set and for a moment he feels slightly guilty. But pushes that aside, they needed to toughen up if they were going to face Jason and all that shit.
The manager is kind, younger then he remembers in the cannon but far more friendly then he's used to. Toka and Ayato are accepted without hesitation, they're finally safe and something within him relaxes. He wasn't aware his body had been so tense until the two kids were no longer in danger. Must be some sort of trick or something because there's no way he got attached to them, no way.
He waits until nightfall to head down the stairs, not all that regretful that he wasn't able to say goodbye. He wasn't good at that soft tear jerking shit.
He's stopped by the older man when he reaches the door to leave, noticing his arrival before the manager has even spoken. Though he puts off the 'kind grandfather' aura Takeo knows a predator when he sees one, and he isn't keen to try and engage the other male. It would be foolhardy and idiotic to try and challenge 'The-one-eyed-Owl'.
"I've heard about you from the rumors that whisper in the streets." That makes Takeo turn his full attention toward the speaker and eye him hesitantly. "They speak of the son of the Silver-tongued Fox who stalks the streets, eliminating any enemy that approaches him."
That was one of the most outrageous things he had heard in a while and can't hold back a snort. "I'm not that strong." He leans against the doorway hands in his pockets. "But I dislike those who disrupt my peace." Or whatever the rare, quiet lulls his life would fall into was called. The moments where he could stare at the sky, feel the wind and think about his purpose in the world was. Like one of those aristocrats in the books his past sister read, Takeo found himself brooding far too much.
Yoshimura gives him a closed-eyed smile. "I knew your mother very well, she was just as spirited as you are. Always ready to face the next challenge without any fear."
This is the third person he's come upon that spoke of his mother, he's starting to feel like he knew nothing of the woman. But then again it wasn't like he had time to get to know her, all he knew was she was one of the most terrifying people he had met. "It seems quite a lot of people know my mother."
"She was known for her talent to piss off even those who were long known to be pacifist."
"Sounds like my type of person." He pushed off the door and made to head out. "As much as I enjoy the small talk I should be off."
The managers voice is soft, but he hears the reply as he starts to leave. "As much as she loved battle, the thing Sakura wanted most was family. And you are the only family the two children upstairs have left."
For a moment he imagines, laughter and warmth, the smell of coffee and a bed to sleep on. It sounds nice, and if he were in his past life he probably would have taken it. That person is long gone now, and he isn't quite sure what he'd do with all the free time. All he knows is that he hates being caged and that's what it would feel like. He'd be a wild animal trying to play a tame and Takeo isn't ready to settle down just yet. Nor does he really want to mess up the timeline anymore then he already has.
"Thanks but I'll pass." He offers a lazy wave but that's it. The children will most likely be upset but they'll get over it. "Take care of the brats."
And he begins his journey again.
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Takeo never stops, and that's what keeps him going. His life is always on the line, and as long as his legs will allow him he walks on. He broods, then realizes what he's doing and annoys himself.
Sometimes he passes by the 20th ward to catch a glimpse of the kids, see how they've fared. Ayato doesn't leave, and Toka isn't obsessed with trying to act human. It's all for the better, since they have each other they're happier, more stable now. There are more Doves though so he can't stay too long since they always happen to find him, but he slips underneath their radar to check on the two kids before leaving again.
He doesn't have the best life, but all things considered it's not the worst. He can fend for himself better since he's gotten taller and older, but with that comes the dreaded stages of puberty he had to go through again.
In his past life he was skinnier, more delicate. Here his body is hardened from fighting and he finds himself becoming taller then he was used to as well. He supposed that a human flesh diet did wonders for his health, who knew. His body is horribly sore as he grows, and the wet dreams are a nightmare. A certain part of his body won't cooperate, like at all.
Apparently being a Ghoul means not only is your physical abilities off the roof, but your stamina is a real monster as well. For a good half of a year he fights the urge to go nuts and bang something, one because he's only twelve and two because he won't allow anyone that close anymore. Literally anyone could just decide to eat him, and he wasn't planning on being anyone's dinner. The same goes with just sticking to himself, he never really has that much time so he ends up taking it out on any poor Ghouls that piss him off.
He jumps from ward to ward, he fights to live and lives to fight. Ghouls come at him, call him a power hungry beast that mindlessly slaughters everyone. In all reality they're not wrong, he is very much a beast and doesn't really care who he cuts down but he is in no way mindless. That would mean he finally gave up and allowed the anger inside to take over completely.
He'd rather turn himself into the Doves then let that happen.
Time isn't much of an issue to him, and he gives up on trying to keep up with it. Why was he counting how many years passed by? What did it matter? It wasn't like he was waiting for something to happen.
Then he turns fifteen and meets Rize Kamishiro once again.
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"Ora? Look who we have here."
She's grown, that's for sure, and he's not frightened to say that she's beautiful. Her hair is longer and falls passed her shoulder in silken strands of purple, the same unique shade of her eyes that are nearly staring a hole into him at the moment. Her footsteps are light, nearly floating on air as she approaches, a wide smile on her face.
"Don't tell me you're that kid I met a long time ago," He stays silent as she inspects him as if he were a test subject. "you've certainly grown into a handsome man."
He watches, not affected as she cocks her head, eyes half-lidded and leans forward to give him an eyeful of her cleavage.
"Rize." She's draws his eyes without his permission by how graceful she is, like a snake swaying back and forth trying to hypnotize her prey. Any other might would fall for it, blush the attention of such a forward and woman. Good thing Takeo is far from interested. "I didn't expect to see you so soon." Really he didn't want to see her ever again.
She hums and rocks on her feet, eyes calculating as they lock gazes. She's a predator on the search for a weakness to corrupt so she can dig her claws in, Takeo hardly has the time for such games. "I've heard a lot about you, they even have a nickname for you now."
Takeo has to force his eyes not to roll in exasperation. Of course, people love giving nicknames.
"Since you have a raging temper that has killed quite a few Ghouls-"
"I do not-"
"Everyone has been calling you Havoc."
She giggles as he wrinkles his nose, eyes nearly dancing. She's far more sane then he thought, but then again there wasn't any proof she had really lost it. She just had an insatiable appetite and would go to any means to make sure it was fulfilled.
He supposes he may have somewhat of a temper, but it's usually reigned in so there isn't much damage. Of course there were a few Ghouls that happened to say the wrong thing, arrive at the wrong time...At least he's in control for the most part.
"Ne~"
Rize is close again, and he leans back so their noses are further apart but doesn't move.
She seems delighted, and Takeo isn't sure what to think of her attitude. From what he had gathered she never liked anyone, in the Anime she was cold to anyone she didn't see as the next meal. But he also only saw a few snippets of who she was, he never got far into the Manga to truly understand how she was supposed to act.
"Why don't you and I team up? You seem to like killing people, and everyone already knows I'm a huge fan of eating them."
If it weren't for the topic, one would think they were having a casual topic about the weather. Rize was far too easy going and he was sure she had some other plan in mind for him. But he wasn't seven this time, and though she was strong he could hold his own. He wasn't sure who would win if she decided to attack, the female was very smart and that made her all that more deadly.
Takeo was terrified to find that he was actually considering her offer. He could travel with her and leave when she reached the 20th ward, that way he wouldn't mess up the cannon. It wasn't like he could change her habits so late in the game so he wasn't going to talk her out of going. There wasn't really any reason for him to accompany her, she'd probably make his life a lot more rough as a partner...or whatever she'd be for the time being.
"Fine, whatever."
Rize was far to gleeful and he eyed her suspiciously, the female had something up her sleeve she had to.
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"I hear that two unthinkable Ghouls have paired up recently."
Toka doesn't pause as she picks up the plates, but instead listens just like that man had taught her.
"Who?"
One of the Ghouls leans closer to his friend, far too obvious and she had no trouble hearing his next words.
"The Binge Eater and the Silver-tongued Foxes son."
She doesn't jump as a plate slips out of her fingers and crashes to the ground, her mind racing as she tired to comprehend what she just heard.
That man joined the Binge Eater? The quiet, deadly Ghoul that saved her and Ayato from the Dove that had cornered them? She doesn't have many memories of Takeo, but the few she has are crystal clear despite the years that have passed. Takeo had been so very quiet, it was unsettling at first and she had been nearly tempted to leave with her brother. Many Ghouls had lost their minds while wandering aimlessly, and though he was their family she had no reason not to suspect he had as well. But then she had looked into his eyes and that was enough evidence to prove otherwise.
Eyes the color of starlight, a startling silver that stared into your soul. She had found them beautiful rather then scary, he had seemed like a mythical creature brought to the world just to save them. But that had been her childish mind talking, now that she was older she knew better.
Takeo, or better known as Havoc, was as much a legend as No-face and Raven were. Though not so much for his antics as it was for the woman who birthed him. Toka's father had described Sakura as a someone who stopped at nothing to protect those she saw as dear, and along with her joy for creating chaos she roamed the streets of the Second Ward. Her sharp tongue got her in an overwhelming amount of trouble, but according to her father it was exactly what she wanted.
Honestly it was hard to imagine someone that wild being related to her soft-spoken father, but when she met Takeo she was faced with a person just like her Aunt. Takeo was quiet yes, but she had seen his temper and it was nothing she wanted to get in the way of. His Kagune was three slim Bikaku that really didn't seem to do much damage at a glance, but she had seen first hand how easily they could cut someones head off. Sakura had been named Fox because of how her Bikaku resembled that of the small canines and the mask she had, and it seemed her cousin had inherited both of those directly from his mother.
He was hot tempered, but he wasn't stupid so why did he pair up with The Binge Eater? Boredom? She could sadly see that being the main reason cousin would be with that woman. She didn't like the thought of it though, Rize was far to greedy for Toka's liking. If anything the female may never return with him and keep Takeo for herself, she was certainly well experienced in that area. It wasn't odd for female Ghoul to become interested in a stronger male Ghoul, especially one of Takeo's lineage.
She nearly gagged at the thought of those two having children. Dear Kami she hoped her cousin wouldn't be that unfortunate.
But she had to pick up her mess fast so she could tell Ayato, her brother idolized Takeo though he'd never admit it and she knew he'd be overjoyed to hear about him.
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Takeo is dragged into the 20th ward, he doesn't care how much of a ruckus he causes as he struggles to get free while spitting curses at the woman. Rize pays him no mind, her hand firm as she happily pulls him along by his ankle with a strength only a master could teach her. Whoever decided to teach her such evil, wicked craft should be assassinated.
Apparently the man she lived with was a master of the Martial arts, and though Takeo is not weak in the long run Rize has the technique and brains to bring him this far. He regrets everything with a burning passion, the choice to join her, not killing her while she slept, everything.
"I'm going to tear off your limbs and stuff them down your fucking throat you hag-"
"Such harsh language Taku~"
"Don't call me that you-"
"I don't know why you're so against the 20th ward," She continues, and he simmers in her ability to just ignore his very real threats. Most other Ghouls would be running for the hills but this sad excuse for a woman acts as if he's saying nothing at all. "It's so much more peaceful then the trash dumps we've been wandering through~"
He glares at the darkness and imagines a world where he could break free, kick her in the head for a good measure and get the Hell out of dodge. He was supposed to be avoiding this place like the plague and leave Rize to do what she pleases. But of course she does just that, and as it always goes he ends up getting dragged into her mess. But this world she could knock him out within minutes, granted if she was able to catch him. He had escaped once, she had him cornered in an hour.
"I already told you there's too many Doves-"
"Uh huh, and since when have you been concerned of those boring business men?"
A woman looks at them strangely as they pass, and he bares his teeth at her. If he hadn't been in a Dove patrolled city Takeo would have flashed his eyes at her just to make sure she was properly terrified. If he was going to be forced to do this everyone else would suffer as well. The woman gives a small gasp though, and makes an effort to walk away without running.
Takeo is not happy. Not in the least.
"Just imagine all the humans we can eat!" Rize is acting like a child in a toy store and his eye twitches. "They're far more healthy in this city since the Doves take care of them so well~ ah just thinking about it is making me hungry."
He guesses its a good thing there isn't anyone to witness her rant, not like she would care either way. Rize doesn't wear a mask and seems to think she'd be able to get away from any Dove or Ghoul that tried to hunt her down. Knowing her luck, she probably would.
Watch out Kaneki, because Rize has arrived.
AN: I'm sure that there's a few mistakes, I've read over it a few times but I probably missed a few. I hope you enjoyed the chapter though, I may write more for this but I'm not certain. No Rize and Takeo will not ever end up together, if anyone was wondering. They'd probably kill each other.