So, until further notice I have suspended TG:D in favor of working on this cross over. I'm not sure if the single line breaks a working, if not I'll shift back to my "*POV method" having seen only two crossovers between Tokyo Ghoul and Akame ga Kiru I knew I had to do something. So here is another one. At this point I'll try to update once a month. So far I'm planing on having Kaneki on the Empire's side and put the CCG characters in the Revolutionary Army.

Northern Territory, ≈10 years ago

Snow clung to his side and Kaneki breathed heavily; the air stung his lungs and smelled heavily of blood. The sticky substance coated the snow as he trudged on. He could tell from the rigidity of his skin that he had frost bite. That was to be expected when his back was exposed to the freezing winds. The black combat suit he was wearing wasn't designed for cold weather. Yet again Ken thanked whatever gods there might be for his inherited regeneration ability. His prayer of thanksgiving was interrupted by the weight in his arms stirring. He glanced down at the large bundle with his one exposed eye. The thick, wool traveling cloak, that had kept him warm thus far, was wrapped tightly around a petite human frame. She was around ten to thirteen years old. He had found her wandering the snowy drifts just outside of a Partas Clan village. Judging from the icey blue tint to her hair and eyes she was a member.

His mind wandered back to the village. Kaneki ment to return her but upon seeing it razed to the ground, corpses piled everywhere from tribals and the marauders alike. It was easy to put two and two together. He had been heading south since than. The snowstorm had blown in sometime after leaving the village's husk behind. The human stirred again distracting him once more. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him with amazement.

It occurred to the young man that he must appear very strange. He was only a few years older than her, traveling in what could be considered underwear-level protection from the elements. His hair was as white as the snow that clung to it. The mask he wore covered his neck up to the bridge of his nose with a terrifying and detailed, toothy leer affixed over his mouth. There was a functioning zipper that ran along the teeth. The mask was a black leather with an eyepatch over his right eye. Air filters on either side of his neck were mostly for decoration but did allow him to breath more easily.

Her first act after waking up was to bite him. She had turned her head and got his middle three fingers between her teeth. It didn't hurt but it wasn't comfortable. She didn't even break his skin. After a moment or two she gave up and stared at him again. "Are you a Snow sprite? Have you come to take me away?" she asked, seemingly excited.

Kaneki hadn't stopped moving since the storm started but nearly did. The question had thrown him off. He didn't answer, instead pulling the cloak over her head to block a gust of wind. He glared at the wind as if that would make it die down faster.

Esdeath stared at her captor, recalling her father's stories of Snow sprites. They often appeared young, though they were very old, and kidnaped naughty children for their supper. "Are you going to eat me?" She was genuinely curios.

He looked down at her with his stormy gray eye, "Hmm, probably." His voice was a gentle monotone

She examined her hand thoughtfully, "I'm probably delicious." Why had she never thought about that before? It seemed logical. If a danger beast was stronger than her and found her tasty she was more likely to be eaten. Just like how she found certain foods more appetizing so she was more likely to hunt those animals.

Esdeath felt her weight being shifted. When she looked up the Snow sprite had undone the zipper on his mask. He had grabbed her hand firm but gentle, odd, and lifted one of her fingers to his mouth. She flinched when he bit her. His teeth were sharp and her skin offered no resistance but just like his grip, the bite was gentle. He lapped the blood off of her injury and sucked lightly on the cut. His lips were soft. "Mmm," was his only comment. She was allowed to pull her hand away.

It hit her rather suddenly. Papa's stories of Snow sprites were alway women. She had asked an elder once if there were even boy Snow sprites. They were very rare, apparently, and because none of their own kind would have them they looked for brides elsewhere, sometimes snatching them for the village in the dead of night. "Are you going to make me your bride?" Being eaten she could handle but marriage? She was far too young!

"Do you want to be married?" He gave no indication of emotion and that was beginning to annoy her.

"No… I don't think you're my type."

"Well I'm not going to force you," he joked, "You are a bit young for me anyway." He had laughed at her when she pulled a face.

Seeing an opportunity for revenge she leaned forward and placed her lips over his. The young man froze, though his legs kept moving, and tightened his jaw. "Clearly he wasn't expecting that," she thought triumphantly. His breath was warm on her chilled face. The chaste kiss had lasted only for a second. When Esdeath pulled back she took delight in the first sign of emotion, fright. Not the intense fright that comes with a life or death situation, but the startled sort. It quickly faded from his eye and she zipped the mouth shut in victory.

The Capital, Present

Esdeath woke up to the smell of coffee. A combat report stuck to her face. "Rise and shine" a monotone announced, placing a cup down in front of her. She gave a happy sigh and gulped down the scalding, dark fluid.

"Thank you, Snowy," she murmured, peeling the parchment off her face. She had fallen asleep in Kaneki's cafe, having arrived back at the Capital only last night. She couldn't wait to see her old friend and had roused him at 3 a.m. to share coffee and memories. Some time after 4 she had fallen asleep while writing the report at one of Kaneki's tables. It was noon and she was very late.

"No problem Esa, but if you don't hurry the Prime Minister will have your head on a pike." She could tell he was joking, even if others couldn't.

"Whatever," she muttered into her cup before realizing it was empty. "My offer still stands y'know." Kaneki gave her a sour look as he refilled her cup. "At least come hunting with me later." Her voice sounded pleading but that was no request.

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Fine, then I guess you need to find another supplier."

Kaneki glared at her. When she was younger it was intimidating, but as she got older it became clear that if she didn't shirk from that gaze he would buckle to her will.

"Alright," he snapped, "but you owe me."

Esdeath raised her cup in a cheer as Kaneki plopped down onto the chair next to her and began filling out the report at lightning speed. She watched, always amazed at his skill with a pen. His memory was also amazing as Esdeath didn't remember telling him half of what he wrote down, all of which was accurate.

She gave him a peck on the cheek, it had become a customary greeting or farewell, he huffed angrily, as always. She drained the last of the brew, feeling refreshed and charged out the door yelling a, "I'll pay you later," over her shoulder.

Kaneki leaned back in his chair. "She grew a lot in the last three years. Military life suits her… That tattoo though…"

I'm thinking of opening a poll to see who I should or shouldn't kill off sometime around chapter three. I hope to get an update out every month on my other stories as well as this one... who knows. Who knows. Oh by the way "Here's Angie!" and "I'll be back"