Co-Written with Demons Anarchy of Pride, the author of many BRILLIANT stories such as Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion R-eset, Code Geass: Miraculous Birthday, Infinite Stratos: For Answer, Devil Survivor: Destiny Rewind, Code Geass: Suzaku of the Counterattack, RWBY's Reaper, TOKYO GHOUL: Requiem for a Demon, Fractured Reality, Those that Defy Fate, Tokyo Ghoul DxD, Other Self Online, Code SURVIVOR, Tokyo Ghoul:reBIRTH, Lost Colors: A New Translation, and many, many more!

He is a good friend of mine, and I highly recommend all his stories!

And now, Let us present to you….Tokyo Ghoul: One-Eyed Swordsman

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Chapter 1: Tragedy

"Asuna, run!"A young man begged, his arm bleeding.

"B-but...Kirito-kun!" The chestnut haired girl tired to argue, but the raven haired teen wouldn't let her.

"Don't argue with me! Just run away! Please!" He shouted at her, desperation evident in his voice.

It was supposed to be a fun date. It was supposed to be the time of their life.

It wasn't supposed to be a living nightmare.

"Do you really believe I'll let you escape?" A malicious voice cut through his thoughts. Kirito whipped around, fear slowly taking over. Before his eyes...was the monster of their nightmare.

He was dressed all in black from head to toe, a black trench coat with a hood, a black mask stained with blood, black leather jeans, and combat boots. Around his arm was a black blade that spiraled around the bicep before becoming a full blade, reaching above his wrist and extending down to the ground.

'Shit, I thought we had lost him!' Kirito thought as he hissed in pain, grabbing his arm. Red liquid was beginning to leak down his appendage.

"Heh, thought you could escape me...?" The beast questioned as he stalked his prey. "With you bleeding that much, it wasn't hard to track your scent. After all, your blood is just so savory..." He licked his lips as if he came across a delicious delicacy.

"Why are you chasing us?!" Asuna screamed, tears threatening to fall from her face as he stalked towards them. "What did we do?!"

"Nothing." the beast said. "I was just hungry... I usually eat two people, but a couple is truly something else." Kirito could feel him grinning from beneath his mask. "Now... how shall I kill you?"

"E-eat us...?!" Asuna backpedaled in fear. This man was growing more and more disturbing with each passing second. "...are you a cannibal?"

"Close..." through the eyeholes of his mask, his eyes changed before their eyes. A bloody crimson hue took the color of the iris while a midnight black devoured the white sclera.

Kirito's eyes widened in horror. "Y-you're a...!"

"Keheheh..." the creature giggled as he took a step forward. "So then... Which one of you wants to be nutrients first?"

The raven-haired teen scowled, his teeth grinding against each other. "Asuna... run."

"W-what?!"

"I'm telling you to run! Get out of here!" he yelled at her.

"B-bu, Kirito-kun...!"

"And what makes you think.." the Ghoul chuckled as he crouched, a sign he was about to pounce. "I'll let you escape?"

If there was one thing Kirito had been known for, regardless of what game he was in... it was his suicidal tendencies.

Just as the man moved, Kirito moved in and rammed his knee in the man's stomach, causing him to pause. Using the opportunity, he delivered a harsh strike to his masked face with his leg, forcing him back and leaving the monster staggering. "Asuna, go!"

"B-but-!"

"NOW!"

Asuna cringed. Never before had Kirito raised his voice like that at her. His expression was hard, and his eyes glowed with desperation for her safety.

Tears fell from her face, teeth grinding together. "Make it back alive..." she whispered as she turned and ran as far as her legs would carry her. Kirito smiled briefly before he turned his attention back to the man, who had regained balance. 'All that's left is to lure this guy away!' he thought as he prepared himself.

"You might have gotten your girlfriend away..." the Ghoul stated. "But can you say the same about yourself?"

"I don't have to..." Kirito boldly responded. His words caught the man off guard. He's not even trying to escape? "...Because I'm making sure you go nowhere near her!"

"...Ahaha! Pretty big talk for such a weak-looking human! But then again, I always did enjoy playing with my food!"

'This guy isn't human...' Kirito thought as he looked around the alleyway for any sort of route he could take to lure him away, to someplace where he could actually fight the bastard. 'Nothing will work against him... but maybe...'

His gaze shifted to a warning sign on his left. On it were big, red letters that read:

DANGER! CONSTRUCTION SITE! DO NOT ENTER!

'Well, isn't that convenient?' he mused as he made a mad dash into the blockaded area. The assailant was a mere few meters behind. He was so preoccupied with catching his prey that he failed to notice where he had been heading.

"Aw, all that talk from earlier?" the man cackled. "I've never been any good with cat and mouse, but this will be fine!"

Kirito ignored the man's words and kept running. If his intuition was correct, then there was a particular place within this site that could give him an advantage. All that was left was to find it before he gets mauled.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw the man chasing after him at full speed, the demonic blade dragging along the ground. 'Shit!' Kirito scowled as he quickly ducked underneath a swipe, his body rolling forward. Again, he had to move away from being impaled.

"You're pretty fast..." the man praised, a grin forming beneath his mask. "Perhaps I should use this then..."

Kirito thought it was his eyes playing tricks on him, but he quickly shook off those ideas, knowing that it was all too real. Two new appendages had erupted from the man's shoulder blades. The new masses were as black as the midnight sky, which gave off a stronger contrast to the lunar silver lining, veins, and nuclei they possessed. They gave off the semblance of shifting shadows and light on a constant dance.

If the raven haired teen didn't know any better, he would've thought that they were the wings of an Angel in the process of falling from grace.

"Chimeras like me aren't too common, ya know..." the man informed him. "A blade with speed... the ultimate way to kill, wouldn't you agree, kid? It's because of this that I got the name Bushido from those damned doves."

"Funny." Kirito remarked, grimacing when he felt the adrenaline beginning to fade from his arm, allowing the pain to set in. "You sure as hell don't act like the chivalrous type!"

"You're right! I don't!" He cackled, as if it were all a big joke. "It's totally ironic! But that's what makes it funny, don't you agree?"

"You bastard..." Kirito growled. "Just how many people did you kill?!"

"That depends..." Bushido shrugged. "Which do you mean? For enjoyment? Or for hunger?"

Each word that comes out of the man's mouth only fueled Kirito's rage. The man before him was no better than the PK guild, Laughing Coffin. Just remembering those monsters made his blood boil. They have crossed his friends too many times.

"So then..." Kirito started, glaring at Bushido with hatred. "How would you like me to kick your ass?"

"Funny." the man grinned. "Shame I'm gonna eat you!"

Kirito clicked his tongue in frustration. Just how was he supposed to get out of this one? This was not like the VR Games. This was real. And unlike the virtual world, defeat in this situation meant instant death. However, he knew that he couldn't give up here. If he did, what's to stop Bushido from going after Asuna, or all their other friends? No. He must stop him here and now. But how?

As these thoughts raced around his mind, he didn't notice that his feet had backed up into something, causing a soft clink to interrupt his thoughts. His eyes dropped down below him to see a metal pipe. It was approximately as long as a standard katana. One end of it was broken off, it to be a series of sharp points.

'I think I can use this...' the beater thought as he took hold of the pipe. Bushido laughed. "What? You think that will work against me?"

"I don't know...care to test my theory?" Kirito smirked as he hefted the metal object and rested it on his shoulder.

Bushido growled. He didn't like it when his prey toyed around with him. One would say he hates being teased, or taunted.

Kirito gave him the universal gesture: he lifted his hand, and brought his index finger back. "Come and get me!" he challenged as he turned around and headed deeper inside the construction zone.

"Hey! I thought you were going to stand and fight like a man! Not turn tail and flee like a coward!" The man growled as he spread his wings. He shot up from the ground and dived in chase of the beater, the blade in his hand at ready and thirsty for blood.

Kirito smirked. 'He took the bait!'

The raven haired teen continued to run through the steel and concrete maze, bags of gravel, powered cement, and bundles of girders lined up on his sides. He could hear the wind behind him shift from Bushido's movement. He was closing in.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Kirito didn't have to turn around to know that Bushido was pissed. After seeing the supplies next to him, an idea popped into his brain. Using the broken pipe in hand, he gave it a mighty swing and impacted with a bag of cement mix. The gray powder burst up from the tattered sack and clouded the air around him. He swung again and it the bag of gravel, causing the pebbles to spill out. He spun around and flung some of the rocks into the air behind him to slow Bushido's pursuit, even if it's for a second.

"Gah!" Bushido growled as gravel and dust were plucked into the holes of his mask, causing them to blind him for only a few seconds. Unfortunately, at that time, he fired off dark crystals from the wings, all of them slamming into Kirito's body, a majority impaling his stomach.

"H-hrk...!"

The raven haired teen stumbled as sharp pain wracked his body. He has felt pain before back in SAO and ALO, but none as severe as this. Blood spilled from his abdomen, staining the earth red. If it wasn't for the adrenaline in his body, he would've collapsed on the ground. But he stood upright, albeit barely.

"Damned..." Bushido growled as he tried to rub the gravel out of his eyes. "Pest...!"

Kirito panted, pain beginning to scream all over his body. His back fell against a metal beam, his body slowly slumping down to the ground. 'Dammit...' he thought as he watched Bushido try to regain his sense of sight. 'Is this... where I'm gonna...?'

The hands of death nearly had Kirito in their grasp. But an image flashed within his mind. It wasn't just Asuna, it was everyone that he had met and befriended during his years within the VRMMORPG World. Agil, Klein, Lisbeth, Silica, Recon, Leafa, Yuuki, Philia, Strea, Sinon, Yui, and Asuna. They were all waiting for him. There was no way he would just leave them like this!

'Get... up...'

It had been a mantra. A mantra that continued to chant in his head ever since he had nearly been defeated at the hands of Nobuyuki Sugou. When his mind was falling silent, the words made them speak up. When his body refused to move, the words would make them move. When his resolve faltered, the words would bring him back from the brink.

'Get... up...'

Strength was beginning to return to Kirito, his eyes half-lidded and marred by a blur. Bushido was starting to recover. There had to be a way he could get rid of this bastard. Unfortunately, this was not a game: this was life. If you die, it's game over... just like Sword Art Online.

'I have to... find a way to...'

Something then caught his gaze. To his left was his best chance at victory over this monstrosity. It was a construction crane that suspended a pile of concrete slabs and steel girders. It was possible that he could use them to crush Bushido given the right timing. He wasn't quite sure if it would work, but given his situation, what other choice did he have? Calling upon the reserves of strength he had left, Kirito made a mad dash to the massive building tool.

Bushido finally got rid of the blurriness in his eyes, and growled in absolute fury. "You're gonna pay, you little brat..."

Kirito was not running like he had before. His body was heavy, his eyes felt as if they were about to give out on him. How much blood had he lost at this point? A pint? Maybe two? He couldn't tell. He needed to get rid of this guy before he caused too much harm.

Finally, he reached the area he was after. However, just as he was about to reach it, he felt something stab into his leg, causing him to scream.

"It's so much easier just to hang back and hit pray from a distance, wouldn't you agree?' Bushido asked, almost mockingly.

Kirito faced down and saw the dark crystal lodged into right calf. It was in pretty deep, making contact with bone. It was a burning sensation, but Kirito made no effort to remove it. If he did, then he would most likely bleed out. The raven Haired teen tried to crawl away using his remaining, functional limbs. But he heard his assailant come closer.

"Trying to run even when your legs are just about useless? I gotta admit kid, you have tenacity. However..." Bushido removed his mask, revealing a young man in his early twenties, an appearance that seemed to have contradicted with his previous behavior. He had a handsome face and white, messy hair. However, his eyes were black with red irises, possessing a feral gleam. "It's time to end this hunt."

Despite the situation he found himself in, Kirito couldn't help but grin. "Yeah..." he said, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. "You're right..."

His hand grabbed the lever, and pulled.

"Except...I'm not the one who's the prey!"

"Wait, what?!" Bushido had no idea what his meal meant until the last moment. He looked up, but it was too late. From above, several tones of stone and metal were dropped from the construction crane lift, and buried the demonic swordsman alive. The steel girders stabbed into his body, without drawing blood, and the concrete just about flattened him.

Kirito couldn't help but admire the site, the man's body completely buried underneath the rubble, and the metal stabbing into his body like spikes. He let out a pained grunt as he pulled himself up, his injured leg dragging behind him as he moved back to the way he came.

He had to find Asuna. He had... to tell her he was okay. He... had to... tell her...

He... had... to...

Blackness overcame the Beater, and his body fell forward, slamming to the ground. His body was growing numb, and his mind, receding into sweet unconsciousness. He could hear shouts and screams of panic, muffled in the distance.

"Oh, shit! Someone, call an ambulance!"

"Is the kid gonna be okay?!"

"Fuck the hell happened to this guy?!"

"An accident?!"

"Dammit, just call 911!"

He didn't know what was going on. Maybe it was all just a dream...? If so...when was he going to wake up? He had to get to Asuna...tell her he was okay...

"Dammit, his internal organs have been ruptured!"

"His condition is going critical!"

"What the hell are we supposed to do?! Do we just let him die?!"

All he could see was darkness. It was all around him, wrapped like a blanket. His body felt suspended by a pair of strings, which felt more like cold and clammy hands. His eyes were shut, only adding to the eerieness of the scene.

"Everyone, prep up for a transfer!"

"W-what?! Doctor Kanou, what about the other-?!"

"He's already too far gone! We can at least save this young man!"

"And what about the next kin?!"

"Do you want him to die?!"

"N-no, but-!"

"Then quit your complaining! Get ready for an organ transplant!"

"But we still don't have consent from his guardians!"

"I'll be taking full responsibility for his operation. We must not let another life be lost!"

It felt as if he was underwater. He felt weightless, and suffocated. Around him, was only the darkness of shadows, flowing around him like liquid. He couldn't see. He couldn't hear. He couldn't feel. It was as if his senses were taken from him.

Slowly, he felt the weight beginning to lessen. His senses were slowly returning to him, and his eyes were slowly beginning to open. He felt his body ache and moan in agony, but his will continued to scream out in defiance. It felt as if someone was trying to reach him, but were repelled.

The darkness was beginning to unravel. What he saw as a bloody red curtain became a blue, crystalline drape.

Finally, his eyes opened.

His right eye had become black like coal, with a bloody red dot in the center.

"The act of taking away a precious life from a creature is nothing more than pure evil." -The Non-Killing Owl.

To Be Continued….