Tsukiyama For The American Dream

Tsukiyama Shuu was the kind of man that always got what he wanted no matter what, he'd tear down a forest of men to reach his goal. He was a connoisseur of a variety of things, mostly the classical arts of literature and music, but most intensely with food.

Being a ghoul made it relatively difficult for Tsukiyama to be much of a connoisseur, but the thrill of the chase was a large part of the fun. Finding someone that took his fancy and meticulously planning out the hunt and capture, he enjoyed it immensely. Took great pleasure from seeing the look of horror and betrayal fall over their faces, like an ancient Greek play.

Tsukiyama loved drama, a man with a grand nature. He moved with such a finesse, expressions so energetic that he'd make
He knew he'd been too hasty, knew he had miscalculated Kaneki's resilience. Tsukiyama admired the other's resourcefulness, had underestimated Kaneki again. And Kaneki had underestimated him again.

Tsukiyama ate himself, it reminded him of the ouroboros. Philosophy swirled around his mind, he felt oh so cultured. He sat in a dark corner sating and healing himself. Tsukiyama thought of the trap door spider, lying in wait for its prey to come to him.

Although, Kaneki would definitely not come to him. Tsukiyama knew this, but like the trap door spider he would wait until the time was right.

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Kaneki found a place where there was a space for him, where he could learn what it meant to be a ghoul. He wanted to be of help to everyone there, wanted to repay them for their kindness. The people of Anteiku had saved his life, saved him from himself and saved his friend too. It was a debt he knew he could not repay, but he would try.

He met a number of people there, some would become his closest comrades, some would tinker in the shadows and some he would never truly
Kaneki stood on his own two feet draped in confidence and strength, Tsukiyama's mouth watered.

Although Kaneki's words of warning worked against him somewhat, they sent a shiver down Tsukiyama's spine. The boy had plumed white and with it he'd become a much more difficult prey, but nothing worth doing was easy and nothing easy was worth doing.

He would stick by Kaneki's side and slowly gain the boy's trust, he'd bide his time as trust was something earned and not taken. It would definitely prove to be an interesting place to be, he was sure that this new Kaneki would show him wondrous sights.

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Ruthless teeth bared by pulled up rotten lips, Kaneki hated the taste, it drove him mad and the rattling echoed from his memories. He'd solider through though, he would do whatever he could to protect the people he cared about. He had a sword that he couldn't trust and a shield he could rest everything upon, people relied on and that depended on him. Kankei had to eat in order to become stronger in order to protect his friends.

Only one shadow fell over him down in that dark place, the disgusting twist of a man wore a solid flat mask with an empty expression. Kaneki swallowed loudly, the warm blood ran down his