Chapter 1
COMPLETE Manga Spoilers for Tokyo
Ghoul and Tokyo Ghoul: Re.
Violence, cannibalism, sexual themes,
swearing, and other standard Tokyo
Ghoul themes. You have been warned.
The Midnight Man Despite the heavy
rain, cracks of thunder, and strong
winds that had ripped
the umbrella out of her hands
an [embarrassing] number of
times; Lorenz
Ilse was having a good day. The dark,
damp grey trench-coat engulfed her
thin frame, sticking slightly to her in an
uncomfortable way. Her pale fingers
gripped her umbrella's handle tight,
making sure not to let go this time, as
she walked down the busy streets
of the 1st Ward. Unlike most Wards, the 1st was
Ghoul and Tokyo Ghoul: Re.
Violence, cannibalism, sexual themes,
swearing, and other standard Tokyo
Ghoul themes. You have been warned.
The Midnight Man Despite the heavy
rain, cracks of thunder, and strong
winds that had ripped
the umbrella out of her hands
an [embarrassing] number of
times; Lorenz
Ilse was having a good day. The dark,
damp grey trench-coat engulfed her
thin frame, sticking slightly to her in an
uncomfortable way. Her pale fingers
gripped her umbrella's handle tight,
making sure not to let go this time, as
she walked down the busy streets
of the 1st Ward. Unlike most Wards, the 1st was
typically quite lacking in the
general public.
Due to it being the home of the main
CCG Office, most would think it would
be a hotspot for civilians, as the Ward
was easily the safest out of all of them.
But, apparently, being around the
almost military-like Investigators
brought
upon a lot of discomfort in the
general public.
The people were afraid of them. Not the
Ghouls. Them. The good guys! Or
so, most Investigators liked to believe.
Ilse, personally, didn't really care
much about morals or the fight of good
against evil. All she really wanted
was a nice big, fat paycheck to provide
for her meals and easy life [well,
a life as easy as it can get when you
fight the living embodiment of the
monster in a child's closet. Seriously,
why does no one ever talk about
how horrific looking Ghouls are?]
But, Ghoul Investigators tended to have
a kind of presence to them.
Like they've stared into the gates of
Hell, and the gates of Hell stared
But, Ghoul Investigators tended to have
a kind of presence to them.
Ajke they've stared into the gates of
Ghouls. Them. The good guys! Or
so, most Investigators liked to believe.
Ilse, personally, didn't really care
much about morals or the fight of good
against evil. All she really wanted
was a nice big, fat paycheck to provide
for her meals and easy life [well,
a life as easy as it can get when you
fight the living embodiment of the
monster in a child's closet. Seriously,
why does no one ever talk about
how horrific looking Ghouls are?]
But, Ghoul Investigators tended to have
a kind of presence to them.
Like they've stared into the gates of
Hell, and the gates of Hell stared
But, Ghoul Investigators tended to have
a kind of presence to them.
Ajke they've stared into the gates of
Hell, and the gates of Hell stared
But, Ghoul Investigators tended to have
a kind of presence to them.
Like they've stared into the gates of
Hell, and the gates of Hell stared
right back up at them. Either way, Ilse
didn't mind, all it meant was "Lorenz-san!"
But, Ghoul Investigators tended to have
a kind of presence to them.
Like they've stared into the gates of
Hell, and the gates of Hell stared
right back up at them. Either way, Ilse
didn't mind, all it meant was "Lorenz-san!"
The woman halted, glancing back over
her shoulder, and brushing back the
blonde hair that stuck to her cheek,
reaching down to her shoulders. Her
on another Investigator as he ran
towards her.
He stopped before her, hands clutching
his knees as he breathed out heavily.
Ilse tilted her head, 'Wow. Dude's really
gotta work out."
"Lorenz-san!"
He stood up straight,
smiling in relief. "I'm so gladI caught up
with you before you left. Special Class
smiling in relief. "I'm so gladI caught up
with you before you left. Special Class
Arima-san has returned and, well, you
dals
well, you
asked me to inform you of when-
Ilse cut him off, a smile widening on
her freckled cheeks as she reached out
and grabbed his hands. "Thanks, man!"
She shook his hand wildly, leaning
forwarda little too far into his personal
space. "I owe you one!"
He quickly drew his hand back,
spluttering awkwardly. "It's.. It's
no issue, LorenZ-san. I-
She interjected once more, hands
falling to her hips. "Hey, while
I've got ya
her freckled cheeks as she reached out
and grabbed his hands. "Thanks, man!"
She shook his hand wildly, leaning
forwarda little too far into his personal
space. "I owe you one!"
He quickly drew his hand back,
spluttering awkwardly. "It's.. It's
no issue, LorenZ-san. I-
She interjected once more, hands
falling to her hips. "Hey, while
I've got ya
what was the name of the next
operation? The one by the sea?"
"Operation A-64," he peered down at
her in confusion. "$3 has been assigned
to it. Weren't you at the briefing,
LorenZ-san?"
"Yeah, but I fell asleep." She
straightened up, smiling again.
"Thanks,
that must be what Kishou wants."
The other Investigator seemed almost
offended by how casually Ilse
addressed her superior officer, but she
either didn't notice or didn't
care. Only holding her hand out to give
him one last enthusiastic
handshake, using both her hands.
operation? The one by the sea?"
"Operation A-64," he peered down at
her in confusion. "$3 has been assigned
to it. Weren't you at the briefing,
LorenZ-san?"
"Yeah, but I fell asleep." She
straightened up, smiling again.
"Thanks,
that must be what Kishou wants."
The other Investigator seemed almost
offended by how casually Ilse
addressed her superior officer, but she
either didn't notice or didn't
care. Only holding her hand out to give
him one last enthusiastic
handshake, using both her hands.
"Thanks, Il sea you later." She winked,
before quickly dashing off,
chuckling into her enclosed fist.
She briefly heard the investigator
whisper, "They keep getting younger
and yournger." Likely thinking she
wouldn't hear him from such a distant,
but she did and smiled a little wider.
Now having turned around to walk
back to the 1st Ward's Office, she found
herself walking down the familiar path.
The wind was already beginning
to settle down, the rain reduced to a
soft pitter against her bright yellow
umbrella, and the storm cloud had
begun to shift overhead. Still, she
clutched the handle tight, definitely not
wanting another recap of earlier.
As she approached the entrance, many
unfamiliar Investigators greeted her,
to which she would bow lowly as she
had been taught. This usually left them
quite flustered, but she would simply
before quickly dashing off,
chuckling into her enclosed fist.
She briefly heard the investigator
whisper, "They keep getting younger
and yournger." Likely thinking she
wouldn't hear him from such a distant,
but she did and smiled a little wider.
Now having turned around to walk
back to the 1st Ward's Office, she found
herself walking down the familiar path.
The wind was already beginning
to settle down, the rain reduced to a
soft pitter against her bright yellow
umbrella, and the storm cloud had
begun to shift overhead. Still, she
clutched the handle tight, definitely not
wanting another recap of earlier.
As she approached the entrance, many
unfamiliar Investigators greeted her,
to which she would bow lowly as she
had been taught. This usually left them
quite flustered, but she would simply
smile and continue on. People who did
know her seemed to avoid greeting her,
but Ilse didn't notice them, already
having spotted the familiar shock of white hair
Her smile widened. 'Brother!' She
wanted to call out but knew she wasn't
allowed, any blood relation to any of
her half-siblings was strictly kept
between the family and no one else.
It upset Ilse, that her family wasn'ta
real family. But to her, despite having
Iprobably] hundreds of half-siblings,
only two of them were ever her real
family. One of which, her own personal
certified badass, was the older man She
currently half jogged
wanted to call out but knew she wasn't
allowed, any blood relation to any of
her half-siblings was strictly kept
between the family and no one else.
It upset Ilse, that her family wasn'ta
real family. But to her, despite having
Iprobably] hundreds of half-siblings,
only two of them were ever her real
family. One of which, her own personal
certified badass, was the older man She
currently half jogged
"Kishou!" She smiled up at him. Just
because she couldn't call him brother,
didn't mean she was going to call him
by a surname they didn't share.
He spun around in a fluid motion, the
faintest of smiles appearing on his
face, it made Ilse giddy at the sight of it,
but she resisted the urge to tackle
him in public in congratulations [for
being a real human being, good on you
Kishou!. Besides, Koori Ui had already
begun glaring her down.
"Rank 1 Lorenz, hello." His cool voice
cut the silence, dark eyes regarding
anything that wasn't his Hairu Ihei with
hostility and suspicion.
because she couldn't call him brother,
didn't mean she was going to call him
by a surname they didn't share.
He spun around in a fluid motion, the
faintest of smiles appearing on his
face, it made Ilse giddy at the sight of it,
but she resisted the urge to tackle
him in public in congratulations [for
being a real human being, good on you
Kishou!. Besides, Koori Ui had already
begun glaring her down.
"Rank 1 Lorenz, hello." His cool voice
cut the silence, dark eyes regarding
anything that wasn't his Hairu Ihei with
hostility and suspicion.
"Associate Special Class Koori, hello."
Ilse mocked, unintentionally.
She was surprised when Ui's lips curled
up in distaste, as she had
only done it to be proper.
"Ilse," Kishou spoke with as muchn
affection as he could manage, which
was basically his normal monotone
voice to anyone who didn't know himn.
Fortunately [or unfortunately] Ui did
and looked agitated by it.
"You sent some random investigator,"
Ilse joked, hands innocently
clasping behind her back.
His grey eyes judged her cooly from
behind his glasses, slowly gliding over
her figure and down to the puddle of
rainwater she had created.
Ilse mocked, unintentionally.
She was surprised when Ui's lips curled
up in distaste, as she had
only done it to be proper.
"Ilse," Kishou spoke with as muchn
affection as he could manage, which
was basically his normal monotone
voice to anyone who didn't know himn.
Fortunately [or unfortunately] Ui did
and looked agitated by it.
"You sent some random investigator,"
Ilse joked, hands innocently
clasping behind her back.
His grey eyes judged her cooly from
behind his glasses, slowly gliding over
her figure and down to the puddle of
rainwater she had created.
"You're soaking wet." He stated, arms
moving to cross over his chest.
Ilse beamed up at him, "Yes, but on the
bright side; free cleaning
service!" She gently threw her arms up,
waves of blonde hair
bouncing gently as she did.
Ui let out a loud sigh, pinching the
bridge between his brows as he rested
his elbow in other his hand. By
this point, a few investigators had
stopped to
stare quizzically at the soaked
investigator who was beginning
to resemble a
wet mutt. Most of them moved
on, however, when they noticed
their Reaper
standing casually in the middle of it.
moving to cross over his chest.
Ilse beamed up at him, "Yes, but on the
bright side; free cleaning
service!" She gently threw her arms up,
waves of blonde hair
bouncing gently as she did.
Ui let out a loud sigh, pinching the
bridge between his brows as he rested
his elbow in other his hand. By
this point, a few investigators had
stopped to
stare quizzically at the soaked
investigator who was beginning
to resemble a
wet mutt. Most of them moved
on, however, when they noticed
their Reaper
standing casually in the middle of it.
Kishou said nothing, simply holding out
his hand, open palm faced upwards.
Ui stared at it curiously, while
Ilse sighed, knowing exactly what
he wanted.
She looked down to her coat and began
unbuttoning it, her teeth chattering
from the cold; a mix between her
soaked clothes and the blasting aircon.
She pulled off the coat, crinkling her
nose in disgust as it stuck to her skin,
before holding it out to Kishou and
placing it in his hand.
A few people gawked at this, a
few others saw nothing out of the
ordinary. Ui
sighed again, not caring if anyone
heard, full well knowing he would
be here
for awhile if Kishou was about to start
'mothering' Ilse.
The twenty-four-year-old woman was a
bit immature at times, but Ui had
always known her to be independent. Arima, however, seemed to still see her as awkward looking teen from
his hand, open palm faced upwards.
Ui stared at it curiously, while
Ilse sighed, knowing exactly what
he wanted.
She looked down to her coat and began
unbuttoning it, her teeth chattering
from the cold; a mix between her
soaked clothes and the blasting aircon.
She pulled off the coat, crinkling her
nose in disgust as it stuck to her skin,
before holding it out to Kishou and
placing it in his hand.
A few people gawked at this, a
few others saw nothing out of the
ordinary. Ui
sighed again, not caring if anyone
heard, full well knowing he would
be here
for awhile if Kishou was about to start
'mothering' Ilse.
The twenty-four-year-old woman was a
bit immature at times, but Ui had
always known her to be independent. Arima, however, seemed to still see her as awkward looking teen from
the Academy, one that constantly
needed his attention and mothering.
Ilse found it cute; Kishou mothered her,
and she mothered her younger
brother. It was a weird mother-hen
chain, one that sadly ended with
her slightly [veryl psychopathic little
brother, who could barely mother
himself let alone another human life.
Ilse had been reduced to her white
button-up shirt, that was tucked
into her
simple dress pants. Even with her
rolled up sleeves, exposing her freckled
pale skin, she would have looked quite
professional. That would be the case
if not for her thick, leather boots that
completely ruined the look. But Ilse
loved those boot, so those boots stayed.
All could have been left there, except
Ilse had poorly chosen to wear a
brightly coloured, dotted bra to work
today. Added with the soaked, thin
white shirt; she found Ui turning away
in sheer embarrassment. Ilse
wouldn't mind walking home in such a
state, especially when it earned such
amusing reactions from people, but
Kishou would not.
He handed her his own coat, which he
usually had tucked under his arm.
She smiled up at him in gratitude,
button-up shirt, that was tucked
into her
simple dress pants. Even with her
rolled up sleeves, exposing her freckled
pale skin, she would have looked quite
professional. That would be the case
if not for her thick, leather boots that
completely ruined the look. But Ilse
loved those boot, so those boots stayed.
All could have been left there, except
Ilse had poorly chosen to wear a
brightly coloured, dotted bra to work
today. Added with the soaked, thin
white shirt; she found Ui turning away
in sheer embarrassment. Ilse
wouldn't mind walking home in such a
state, especially when it earned such
amusing reactions from people, but
Kishou would not.
He handed her his own coat, which he
usually had tucked under his arm.
She smiled up at him in gratitude,
quickly slipping inside for warmth. which it quickly provided. Ilse
imagined she looked quite comical,
standing
in Kishou's oversized coat, and giggled
at the thought [something that
definitely looked creepy to others].
If they had been in any other Ward, the
action of Kishou [silently] fussing Over Ilse would have earned a mass
number of onlookers. But within the 1st
Ward, where Kishou and Ilse were both
typically stationed, Kishou's random
bursts of affection [which were limited
to an awkward pat on the head fora
job well done] were not uncommon.
To others, they seemed like close
friends. To llse, every head pat was
another step further to having
a genuine sibling relationship
with Kishou,
who, after everything he'd been
through, deserved nothing less.
"Thanks, Kishou." lse smiled up at himn,
words muffled behind the
coat. Ui bristled at the informality but
knew Arima didn't mind. In fact
Kishou gave Ilse another one of his
famously awkward head pats, that
caused her expression to brighten.
"Arima-san" Ui cut in, politely. "The
meeting will begin soon."
"Ah," Ilse perked up. "What'd you
want again?"
Kishou shook his head silently. Handing her coat and umbrella
friends. To llse, every head pat was
another step further to having
a genuine sibling relationship
with Kishou,
who, after everything he'd been
through, deserved nothing less.
"Thanks, Kishou." lse smiled up at himn,
words muffled behind the
coat. Ui bristled at the informality but
knew Arima didn't mind. In fact
Kishou gave Ilse another one of his
famously awkward head pats, that
caused her expression to brighten.
"Arima-san" Ui cut in, politely. "The
meeting will begin soon."
"Ah," Ilse perked up. "What'd you
want again?"
Kishou shook his head silently. Handing her coat and umbrella
[that he had so graciously offered too
hold]. "Go home," he told her
simply. "Tl inform you later."
hold]. "Go home," he told her
simply. "Tl inform you later."
"Eh?" Ilse blinked, lips forming into a
pout. "So I came all the way back here nothing
He lifted up her coat slightly in a silent
message, and she sighed,
nodding. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Ilse took back the coat, "you
got me there, Kishou."
Ilse's shoulders slumped in defeat
before she suddenly perked back
up. "Hey
have you heard from Souta? He's not
texting me back."
Ui's face visibly contorted into a look of
confusion at the unfamiliar
name. If Kishou was anyone else
Kishou, he would have become
annoyed by Ilse's casual name drop, but
he didn't. Simply shaking his
head to his sister's question.
message, and she sighed,
nodding. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
Ilse took back the coat, "you
got me there, Kishou."
Ilse's shoulders slumped in defeat
before she suddenly perked back
up. "Hey
have you heard from Souta? He's not
texting me back."
Ui's face visibly contorted into a look of
confusion at the unfamiliar
name. If Kishou was anyone else
Kishou, he would have become
annoyed by Ilse's casual name drop, but
he didn't. Simply shaking his
head to his sister's question.
Ilse's face fell. Sighing, "I didn't
think so."
"I just hope that stupid clown has
gotten himself killed," she puckered
think so."
"I just hope that stupid clown has
gotten himself killed," she puckered
her lips in annoyance. Then, Ilse lifted
up her arm, holding upp
the wet cloak in her hands.
"Now, Jester me to a coatrack I can
hang this on."
Ui let outa deep sigh, "Arima-san."
Kishou didn't respond, while Ilse
grinned proudly. He reached out
to pat her
head once more, before dropping to
back to his side. "Go home," he ordered
her, the same authorial tone he used
during operations.
Ilse nodded, before turning to Ui and
giving the man a deep bow. She winked
at Kishou, before spinning around and
rushing off, ignoring the trail of
water she left behind. Once she was out
of the building, she whipped out
her phone and opened her contacts.
She clicked into favourites, eyes gliding
passed 'Badassiest Brother!'
and landing on 'SOUTAAAAA', equippeed
with several brightly
coloured heart symbols. She opened up
the chat, fingers tapping on
the touch screen as she typed.
hang this on."
Ui let outa deep sigh, "Arima-san."
Kishou didn't respond, while Ilse
grinned proudly. He reached out
to pat her
head once more, before dropping to
back to his side. "Go home," he ordered
her, the same authorial tone he used
during operations.
Ilse nodded, before turning to Ui and
giving the man a deep bow. She winked
at Kishou, before spinning around and
rushing off, ignoring the trail of
water she left behind. Once she was out
of the building, she whipped out
her phone and opened her contacts.
She clicked into favourites, eyes gliding
passed 'Badassiest Brother!'
and landing on 'SOUTAAAAA', equippeed
with several brightly
coloured heart symbols. She opened up
the chat, fingers tapping on
the touch screen as she typed.
ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW OR I CALLING MUM
The reply was instant.
Ilse clicked her tongue, picturing his
mocking grin behind the screen. Souta
had always been far too good
at manipulating people, and
unfortunately, his
ever-doting elder sister was the perfect
target for his boredom. Thankfully,
Souta didn't get bored too often.
A bored Souta was a dangerous Souta.
Why have you been ignoring me?.
Again, his reply was lightning fast.
I do happen to livea life outside of your
own, sister dea.
Even when he texted, he still used that
stupid nickname. What was
once an endearing title when he was
cute and harmless, had now
become the bane of her existence He
was sassing her, and he knew she
hated that more than anything.
I do happen to livea life outside of your
own, sister dea.
Even when he texted, he still used that
stupid nickname. What was
once an endearing title when he was
cute and harmless, had now
become the bane of her existence He
was sassing her, and he knew she
hated that more than anything.
Two can play at that game.
Busy stalking Rize again?
This time, his reply wasn't as fast. The
three bouncing bubbles continued
to appear and disappear. Besides
Kishou, Souta was the only person
who knew Ilse better than herself.
However, the sanme worked in
reverse. Ilse had practically raised
Souta, which meant she had more
dirt on him than anyone else.
He knew how to push her buttons, but
she knew how to
completely destroy his.
And just as she was beginning to regret
being so harsh, he texted back.
This time, his reply wasn't as fast. The
three bouncing bubbles continued
to appear and disappear. Besides
Kishou, Souta was the only person
who knew Ilse better than herself.
However, the sanme worked in
reverse. Ilse had practically raised
Souta, which meant she had more
dirt on him than anyone else.
He knew how to push her buttons, but
she knew how to
completely destroy his.
And just as she was beginning to regret
being so harsh, he texted back.
Watch out for
falling beams.
Souta what do you mean
No response
Souta
Souta!!!
WASHUU FURUTA souta
ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW
ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW
Ilse was known to be a dramatic texter,
but even she regretted that
message the moment she sent it.
She huffed, the sudden urge to throw
her phone across the street was strong
but she resisted it. She would get no
further response from Souta tonight,
especially since she not only used his
real name but his full name. Souta
hated the name Souta, but more than
that he hated the name Furuta.
A bastard's name for a bastard child.
Despite knowing it was best to let Souta
calm down, especialy
considering he became a bit murder-y
when he was angry, Ilse knew
she couldn't do it. With anyone else,
definitely, but not with Souta.
The guilt would eat her alive.
Goodnight,
Kichimura.
There,'she smiled. Hopefully using his
given name will make
him a little happier..
Now, all Ilse had to do was watch out
for falling beams, and the
laughing clown behind them. "And now,
I have to worry about Rize all over
again." She sighed, umbrella
up and above her head as she walked
down the street, the sun beginning to
set up ahead.
given name will make
him a little happier..
Now, all Ilse had to do was watch out
for falling beams, and the
laughing clown behind them. "And now,
I have to worry about Rize all over
again." She sighed, umbrella
up and above her head as she walked
down the street, the sun beginning to
set up ahead.
"I thought I got rid of that
psycho years ago."
If only her little brother could love nice,
sane women. But maybe that was
asking too much, considering her little
brother isn't the sanest of men.
She lifted up her trench-coat, opening
up one of the pockets and pulling
psycho years ago."
If only her little brother could love nice,
sane women. But maybe that was
asking too much, considering her little
brother isn't the sanest of men.
She lifted up her trench-coat, opening
up one of the pockets and pulling
KAMII
UNIVERSITY OPEN DAY"
All
Ilse had wanted was to tell Kishou
about the open day, but now she
had more important things to do. First
her work with CCG, and now this. It
seemed Ilse couldn't catch a break.
Maybe I'm not cut out for Uni. This is
probably some freaky sign.'
Sighing, Ilse scrunched up the flyer, and
as she continued on forward, she
threw it into the nearest trash can.
Looking away just as it shrivelled up,
ink dripping away with the rain.
told from llse's perspective. Meaning:
when she learns
UNIVERSITY OPEN DAY"
All
Ilse had wanted was to tell Kishou
about the open day, but now she
had more important things to do. First
her work with CCG, and now this. It
seemed Ilse couldn't catch a break.
Maybe I'm not cut out for Uni. This is
probably some freaky sign.'
Sighing, Ilse scrunched up the flyer, and
as she continued on forward, she
threw it into the nearest trash can.
Looking away just as it shrivelled up,
ink dripping away with the rain.
told from llse's perspective. Meaning:
when she learns
something, you guys learn something.
Ilse's name is German [technically
Latin]. Therefore she is German. Please,
no comments about the non-Japanese
name. Yes, I am aware it isn't a
Japanese name, it isn't supposed to be.
She isn't Japanese.
name. Yes, I am aware it isn't a
Japanese name, it isn't supposed to be.
She isn't Japanese.
