Prompt: A New Year

Edit 1/17/18 - Fixed Grammar Mistakes.

Today was just another one of those days-the navy haired boy concluded, fiddling with the top button, warily. The button, unfortunately, was the stubborn bastard that kept his damn collar together and successfully kept him choking on different occasions while working. The boy scrunched his nose up in an undeniable irritation, unleashing his anger on the inanimate object, and twisting it enough to tear the string that held it in place. He imagined that it was Tsukiyama or Kaneki's head instead that was pinched in between his fingers and began to twist it mercilessly,

-with sadistic satisfaction.

Just kidding. It was just hot.

Ayato heaved a rough sigh and yanked his shirt open, literally almost-correction, entirely succeeding in ripping the buttons off of it. He spared a lone button a bored glance and ignored the fact that one button that flew off of him probably cracked a mirror.

That's probably gonna cost me some. He thought grimly to himself.

Money.

Money.

Money.

MONEY.

Which also means more time running around Anteiku like a bustling bitch. I'll have to ban all violence in the house 'till I can rob shitty humans without getting caught... Ruffling his hair in a frustrated attempt to clear his mind, Ayato gave in to his fatigue and rolled over onto his back to stare at the ceiling.

He had been staring too long to hear the door click and a feminine light sigh sound. Nor was he aware until a slightly cheeky face with dark violet filled his vision. His own dark pair of eyes widened, to the point where they were as big as ramen bowls and he swallowed a girlish scream, challenging the intruder with a burning glare.

Suddenly, something hard, yet light slapped his forehead. That got a yelp out of him.

Touka Kirishima's grin only grew in wickedness. "Good work, otoutou. The feedback today was just as great."

Ayato sucked his teeth at her misheivous expression and with a sweaty hand, slapped his hand against her forehead, and forcefully put some distance between them. "I get it, I get it, I'm the best. Now give me some breathing room. No paparazzi." He sighed, sitting up and snatching the envelope that she had slapped him with from her hands.

His beady eyes looked down at the damn epitome of his misfortune.

Money.

Ayato wasted no time in shamelessly stuffing the paycheck in his pocket. "You Anteiku are a rare breed." He blew a gust of air out of his mouth, blowing the bangs that had recently outgrown his forehead out of his eyes. Touka grinned, showing off her pearly whites and rolling up her sleeves.

"We are aren't we?"

Ayato glowered at her.

"-of freaks."

Well, that definitely deflated Touka's high. But nonetheless she still pulsed with a positive energy. Pushing herself off the bed, she quickly turned to the run down dresser and fumbled through it. Ayato propped up one leg, and although his ego insisted that he play it off that he couldn't care less of what she did, a bit of interest did sparkle in his eyes.

She was pulling out some eye catching clothes anyways...

"Oi Touka,"

The older Kirishima sibling froze in her place and answered without turning around.

Ayato squinted an eye at the suspiciously acting girl. "Are you going out...again?" He asked, seething almost. It was New Years Eve, and last time he checked he had deleted any type of invitation to an outing that made its way into her phone.

His eyes narrowed into slits in thought.

Yoriko? Delete. Kazu? Delete. School mates? Delete. Other admirers? Delete. Kentucky and Tsukiyama Trash? Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete. Delete-

That asswipe's voicemails still hung in the air like a disease.

Thank you for such a splendid year Kirishima-San. Hopefully next year is the year to grow more intimate my beautiful papillon. And we can both start building it over a cup of coffee and the corpse of that human you're so fond of? What do you say?

-Delete.

Ayato shivered as he recalled it. Dip the phone in the blood of six virgins to get rid of the presence of the creepy fucker they said...

Touka almost looked offended at his question. "Y-You little-" Her face lit up as she choked on her words. "I rarely go out, so what if I am?" She quickly turned the heat on him, with a rivaling glare. "You've been going out every year with your so called gang, why do you suddenly care about my plans?"

With an exaggerated yawn, Ayato shrugged off her question and turned away from her.

"Right right. You're right, like you always are. It's none of my business." He made a show of looking away, choosing to pick at his worker ID tag than pick up a conversation with her. Touka picked out the rest of her clothes and reluctantly let her eyes linger back to her younger brother, a somewhat sad smile working its way to her lips.

"I guess your days as our little helper are over then?"

Ayato looked at his sister as if she had grown a second head.

"...You're damn right they are." He grunted incredulously. "I've made enough and there's no need for any more ass slaps from that Gourmet trash in the changing room." Touka chuckled darkly to herself, closing the drawer and stepping away from it.

"So no more knees to his groin either?" Touka asked evilly, with a weird smile on her face and a weird shine in her eyes. Ayato opened his mouth to comment and question when she had begun to retaliate against the creepy pervert, but felt his will to do so decreasing. Plus, the crazed look that she got while she said that...it creeped him the fuck out.

Touka immediately changed her demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

"Right right, well you do know that the owner would love to take you back at any time? So the next time you're broke..." Touka trailed off, backing up into the door. Ayato's sharp eyes looked at her, a bit annoyed.

"Don't you have somewhere to be? Idiot..."

Touka herself looked annoyed with his dismissiveness.

"Fine. Thank you, Ayato. Sheesh, can't I just have a normal conversation with my younger brother?" She muttered, opening the door and stepping through it. "Always treating me like a damn thorn in the side, pubescent teenagers these fucking days...I swear." She whispered but it was intentionally loud so he could hear it.

"Ha?"

Touka perked up and stuck her head out the door. "Those weren't ass slaps-they were love taps!" Ayato simply stared and bore holes into the now closed door. The young boy felt a yawn escaping him, and he through his arms over his head and stretched, satisfied only once he felt the bones in his back crack.

Well at least he wouldn't have to go to that hell hole that his sister called a Cafe...at least for a long time. His dark eyes gazed off absently, as he was swallowed once again in his thoughts.

Love taps...huh...

Love taps...

-wait.

Not too long after, the older Kirishima sibling found her brother slumped against the couch, engrossed in a magazine. It kind of brought a bit of a smile on her face; she knew that the little teen liked literature, despite the animosity that would emit from him whenever she brought Kaneki home.

"Oi, shortstack!" Touka casually walked into the living room, with an irritated look on her face. "Kazu's here to see you." She muttered distastefully, as she buttoned up the last buttons on her lavender shirt. Ayato furrowed his eyebrows and he kept his eyes on the page, refusing to acknowledge that she was talking to him.

Touka's mouth twitched and she glared at him. Is he seriously ignoring me right now? How immature...

A split second later, Kazu appeared behind the dark blue haired girl and he extended his arms wide. Touka did a double take, and glowered at the hopeless romantic.

"Touka-Chan, c'mon, gimme a kiss for lost time!" Touka harshly grabbed his lips with her hand and used her right fist to deliver a devastating punch him to the stomach. Kazu's face paled greatly as if his balls had dropped and he fell to the ground with a thud. Without missing a beat, he flashed her a wide smile and gave her a thumbs up for her punch.

"A-As expected of m-my great future w-wife...superb..." He managed to make out, starry gazed at the angered girl.

Ayato was still tuning out all of the noise, now shoving his face in a magazine. Touka sucked her teeth and narrowed her eyes at her younger brother. The disheveled haired boy whistled to himself, flipping through the pages He's such a dumbass. A woman's fashion magazine? Read a damn book.

Swiftly grabbing her keys, Touka huffed and walked to the door. "I'm leaving, just putting it out there for anyone that cares." She announced to no one in particular. "Stepping out the door as I speak. For the night. Leaving. Now..." Kazu immediately shot up and he smiled, flirtateously.

"It's no trouble to figure out that you miss me already, Babe." He purred. Touka's nose scrunched up in distaste and she slammed the door harshly, almost ripping the poor thing off its hinges. Kazu turned around and placed his hands on his hips proudly.

"For a second there I thought I was dead meat." He smiled charmingly, wiping his arm across his forehead in relief. "I guess my horoscope was right, today is my lucky day-" The unfortunate boy was grabbed roughly from behind and on the floor in two seconds flat.

"You got that damn right, Kazu." The boy's face was awfully akin to that of a predator. "I guess it is your lucky day after all."

The poor boy moaned in pain as he was reduced to nothing but a sitting chair by a glowering Ayato. The grip on his wrists was nothing but tight, and the glare that Ayato was giving him made his balls drop ten times farther than Touka's previous one did.

Kazu chuckled from his inferior position.

"You left me standing there longer than I expected..."

"Oh?"

Kazu sighed, propped his chin in his palm, and looked up at his minisculine boss. "Boss, it takes you five seconds once I walk in to throw me across the place. Is there somethin' wrong?"

Ayato simply cracked a twitching horribly attempted crookedly shaped smile.

"Oh? Dear little 'ol me? Well, I've never been better."

Now...how should I put this? " Hey, just putting it out there, but how much work do ya think it would take to clean up a human brat's corpse?"

-Nah, that just sounds perky and suspicious as hell...

I can hear it now, "Ayato-Kun, do you know what kinds of things Yomo-San would do to us?! I don't want to be sacrificed to the damned 12th district because of you!"

Che, like I give two shits about what that white haired bastard would do to you, Retard...

Ayato got off of Kazu's back and crossed his arms over his chest. "So, how about we go catch ourselves a fresh meal for dinner?" Seeing Kazu's face brighten up easily made the younger boy grin mischievously. Kazu jumped up to his feet and rubbed the back of his sheepishly.

"I haven't had a fresh meal in awhile...I guess I'm up for a quick hunt." He said with a cat like grin spreading across his lips. He placed his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. Ayato raised an eyebrow at his attempt to look more intimidating. "So where are we are hunting, Ayato-Kun?"

"Maybe you shouldn't come with me? You'd just chicken out anyway."

"Wha-I'm no chicken!" Ayato watched with satisfactory as his underling pressed a hand against his heart. "Aren't I your best man in the Gang? I'd break into the CCG for ya! I'd do anything for ya Boss! " He exclaimed, crocodile tears threatening to fall from his eyelashes. Ayato looked at him mockingly.

"Haaa? Really now? Would you really you backwards bastard?"

Kazu nodded vigorously. Ayato rubbed his chin with his hand and considered the wild mouthed boy for a second-and then he remembered Kazu's exchange with his sister. Ayato's mouth twitched.

"Ok, so let's start with you keeping your fucking distance with my sis, yeah?"

Kazu paled and he turned his gaze away, awkwardly avoding Ayato's piercing eyes.

"...maybe not anything." An awkward laugh.

Ayato sneered at the sweating teen.

Kazu's voice had begun to ascend a higher pitch. "Ya know Boss, we men need some ladies in our lives...especially women like *cough* please, Boss don't look at me like that, I'm not a pervert." He whipped out a small handkerchief from his jeans pocket and wiped away the cold sweat that had formed across his forehead. "You know I'd do anything besides that."

Ayato sneered at him and crossed his arms over his chest. A mocking smirk played its way onto his lips and his long bangs seemed to sweep their way into his dark yet menacing glare. Oh how much he longed to terrorize the place, to set fear in the eyes and hearts of those lousy humans that looked down on him, to send that love ta-ass slap giving pervert the beating that he deserved.

Ayato breathed heavily, with excitement.

"Alright then. Kazu, you and I are hunting at Anteiku."

...

Beep.

Beep.

Kazu looked down at his boss' vibrating pocket, the suspenseful moment haven been broken way too easily. Squinting his eyes at the familiar sound pattern, his eyes lit up and he immediately brought it to his the younger ghoul's attention.

"Boss! Boss! Why didn't you tell me that you got a phone?" Kazu asked, with slight betrayal yet excitement in his voice. Ayato snorted at his question and dug the vibrating device out of his pocket. He was met with a bright screen and narrowed his eyes when he got a new message.

His fingers flew to the message and he opened it.

"I didn't tell you so you wouldn't bug me about it-this bitch." Ayato's face was now contorted and he was glaring daggers at his phone screen. Kazu's curiosity was piqued and he tried looking over his boss' screen, which much to his realization, was difficult despite his smaller frame.

"Wait what's going on-"

"Even though she's not here she still manages to make my life a living hell-"

"Boss, what are you talking about?"

Ayato spared Kazu a punch to god-knows-where and he decided to show him the message in a more civilized manner instead. He of course, made sure that when he did it, the phone left a clear blistering red implant on his face.

Well, now he couldn't tell if he was red from the implant or from the text message.

Kazu grinned a bit and Ayato could already feel a bad joke rolling off his tongue.

"Guess we're gonna have to put off the fresh meat and get some fresh pads, huh?"

Ayato left the black haired delinquent lying face flat on the wooden floor, a more evident foot imprint covering up the right side of his face. Ayato lowered his leg, and shoved his phone into his pocket, pink dusting his cheeks in an embarrassed flush.

"God Kazu, I really wonder what's stopping me from ending you and your one liners!"

If one were to peek into the windows of the Kirishima household, they would witness the infamous scene of Kazu groveling at Ayato's feet, while the younger ghoul slammed his foot repeatedly into his face-which he didn't mind of course.

What kind of underling would he be if he didn't cry tears of joy while getting berated by a preteen?

A/N: It's been so long since I last updated. I should definitely get over this writer's block.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the A New Year Prompt. There will be a second part to this that I will be posting up, hopefully soon. Prompts are definitely welcome, seeing as though I'll need as much inspiration as I can get. Thank you for the support and don't forget to R&R!