ᴛʜᴇ ƒᴏx.

❝ i wonder if i can make mommy proud today. ❞ > independent tokyo ghoul oc.

[janerish-blog]

[vxlpiis]

                                   He listened intently to the story. He always loved Kit’s stories. The thought of getting out of this miserable life was a wonderful thought. While, this life was all he’d known, he knew it had to be better outside of this. A life where he didn’t get punished for not doing good enough, a life where he didn’t have to worry about impressing Mama, a life where he and Kit should just … be themselves. But the thought about actually leaving Mama was scary. If he wasn’t around to protect Mama, then who would protect her? Mama would be on her own. He should his head lightly at that thought and looked back towards Kit. He hoped that what Kit said was right, that Mister Juuzou would one day save them and they’d be just like him. And he’d be proud of them. Just that thought made Inu so happy. The Mister      Juuzou. Proud of them!

                                “You really think he’d be proud                                       of us, Kit? That he’d be                                          impressed with us?”

If he had a tail, it would most likely be wagging so much. He wanted so much for such a thing to happen, that their idol, their role model would be impressed and      proud that they’d stayed strong for so long.

[cxniis]

          Kit knew Inu's thought process better than anyone else's----he was scared, too, of what would happen to their mothers if they left. Though he knew that both of them were horribly abusive, it was difficult to keep himself from being concerned that the two ghouls would be sad or in danger if they ever managed to leave. As badly as he wanted out of here, he also wanted them to be happy----even if nothing about them had ever earned their right to be happy. His mind was filled with 'at leasts' toward them----at least they hadn't hurt Inu beyond repair. At least they fed their kids. At least Inu's mom hadn't completely humiliated him yet. At least she gave him nice clothes to wear and things like that.

                               He was disgusted with himself. But what else was new?

          ❝ Of course I think that, Inu. When have I ever lied to you? And when we get to the CCG, everything's gonna be so great. They won't even care that you're a ghoul. They might even give you an award and hang it up on the wall. They'll be like, 'wow, you really love humanity so much' and they'll just have you eat other ghouls instead of humans. 'sides, you still gotta protect me, right? You're my ghoul, and I'm your human. So we can't be separated anyway. And Mister Juuzou will understand. And he'll think we're the coolest scrappers around. He'll be so proud we stuck it out this long. Maybe we can even hang out with him and do fun human things! ❞

[lamourhaineainthereanymore]

         oh, april is certainly no ghoul. if anything, she was more terrifying than a ghoul. she had an abilities that could tear people apart from a distance. an unseen force. you can’t escape something you can’t see which makes april all the more terrifying. red eyes will widen whenever he dodged her attack, foot simply grazing over his forehead. 

          she’ll land softly on her feet, eyes following his every movement. she watched his mouth, she watched his arms, she watched his legs, she watched how his torso would bend. she wanted to know where and when his next attack would be. “no, no. you can’t kill me. not with you’re simple human weapons,” you’d need something specifically for demons to kill her! sure, you could heavily injure her, but that’s not killing her! 

             eyes will widen as she makes a move to dodge the other’s attack, bringing in her stomach, twisting her body awkwardly before flipping her body backwards to put herself further away from the whips reach. 

[cxniis]

          Well, that's annoying. He usually relied on the weapons he possessed when dealing with supernatural or powerful beings like these----after all, what else was he supposed to do? It wasn't cheating if this was the only way he could defend himself from someone who fought using things he couldn't see. Besides, ghouls had kagune, so it was only fair that he was allowed to fight with something similar, although there had been a few times that he'd defeated a ghoul with nothing but his bare hands. The key was to grab their kagune, figure out a way to disable it and stop it from punching a hole in his stomach----but since most of them moved so fast, he generally had to fight back using his weapons when he could until he disarmed them and they were on the same playing ground.

           ❝ At least you know how to dodge. You wouldn't believe the amount of people who come in here swinging wildly like that's going to get them somewhere. ❞

          With that, he'd charge at the other, bare feet against the ground, his years of living down here making it easy for him to almost grab the ground with his feet despite the fact that they were two nearly-parallel surfaces. In one fluid motion he'd jumped into the air above her, sliding the cleaver out from its place strapped around his waist, and pocketing the whip all in one fluid motion, eyes wide and ready to slice at his prey, and a feral look in those bluish eyes.

[lethalis]

"Now, why would I care what Scrappers go through? You’re just the sad, brainwashed toys of ghouls, destined to become food, no matter what. You’re defective, but that won’t make me savor tearing you apart any less. But first, I think you’ll have to come over here and give me a reason to show you my kagune." She beckoned him towards her with a coy smile, eyes glinting dangerously.

[cxniis]

                  ❝ I, for one, don't care if a n y o n e understands us.                       It's not like it matters anymore. We still get punished.                       I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were getting into. ❞

          Careful, sun-deprived eyes tracked her every movement----taking into consideration her posture, the way that she held herself, and where she localized her weight so that he would be able to take advantage of it. He hadn't survived this long by throwing himself at opponents and hoping he was strong enough to take them. Inu and he had trained themselves to the point where they could now subconsciously analyze their opponent and formulate ways to outsmart them without needing to do much thinking.

            ❝ Alright, then. ❞ The indigo-haired ghoul was a cocky one----someone who had earned her place at the top of the food chain. He'd approach this with a certain element of teasing. And----he sniffed at the air----a rinkaku-type. Long ago he and Inu had learned the different scents between the ghouls that watched them fight as well as the scents of their mothers, and kagune types were no longer difficult to differentiate. The question was what her rinkaku was like, and how she tended to fight with it. Calmly he walked over to her, standing right in front of her----a few inches taller than her, it seemed. Living underground hadn't seemed to stunt his growth too much after all. He slid his hands into his pockets and grinned at her.

                                            ❝ Your move. ❞

[jason-xiii]

Wait. Hold up, what?

        ❝ But how do you know who— ❞

                "Please tell us you can take us”

   He cast a glance at the one acting like a dog, then looked back towards the one who spoke. Clearly the two were in horrible condition. Desperate and clinging to something they probably weren’t even sure really existed. The investigator felt a strange sense of pity— no, empathy— beginning to work its way into his mind; they were like little cadavers, bruised and broken both body and soul, which reminded him of his own past. But, why? Why should he care what happens to these two? It’s not as if he knew them personally or anything, they were just scrappers like he had been. Truth be told, his emotions and mentality had been all out of sorts since the incident with Shinohara occurred, and ironically, he really wasn’t too sure how to feel about it. It was almost as if he felt the need to protect them.

        ❝ …Okay, then. Let’s go. ❞

                                                                           Well, that was nonchalant.

[vxlpiis]

He listened to Kit. Outside world? Inu had never known the outside world. All he knew was Mama, fighting, and Kit. Kit was so brave, talking to Juuzou. After a bit he reached up to tug lightly at Kit’s shirt.

                                    “Kit … “

There was a whine that escaped him as he continued to hide behind the fox. He didn’t really know how to react. There was a bit of him that was happy, happy that they were going to get rescued, but he …. he was a ghoul. Wouldn’t that mean he would get killed if he left? Doves fought ghouls. While, Inu really was human, he truly believed he was a ghoul. Finger curled in the fabric of his      friend’s shirt and he whined once more.

                          “Kit … what about … “

He was scared, so incredibly scared. While Kit had once been part of the outside world, he never had. He knew nothing of the outside world, knew nothing of how it was.      Kit would probably fit right in, he however … 

[cxniis]

          ❝ Ah----Juuzou-san, we know your name because...well, you're sort of a legend around here. I mean...among the scrappers, that is...because not a lot of us really want to be down here, you know? And you escaped...so everyone talks about you, like, when our mamas aren't around...that's how we know your name... ❞

          Now that that was over with, Mister Juuzou's words rang in his head like an alarm bell----in the good way, of course. He wanted to tackle Juuzou in a hug right there, thank him some way, not just stand there like an idiot who didn't have any idea how to express appreciation to someone who was about to change their entire lives. He reached behind him for Inu with a 'thank you...' on his tongue, but it dropped short once he realized that the smaller boy had his fingers curled into the fabric of Kit's shirt, eyes wide and beginning to get just a little wet.

          ❝ Ah, right----Inu---- ❞ He sank his fingers into the other boy's hair and gave him a smile. ❝ Don't worry, alright? You didn't do anything wrong. Mister Juuzou isn't going to kill you for being a ghoul. We'll figure something out...maybe they can even make you human, you know? Just let me handle everything...got it? ❞ He turned around to meet Juuzou's eyes again, willing him to understand. Of course the boy wasn't a ghoul, but he'd been convinced he was ever since he was a baby. Juuzou should understand, right? ❝ We should get going...I mean, before our mothers come back...it's best to get every inch we can, right? I...really, thank you so much, Juuzou-san...this means more than either of us can ever say...we've just...it's been so long...anyway. ❞ He gently helped Inu to his feet, eyes narrowed, expression set. ❝ Let's get out of here. ❞

[jason-xiii]

        The one growling seemed to become more agitated as the investigator appeared, earning a raised brow in response. The other with them seemed to be in shock, as if they hadn’t expected anyone to show up— which, well, they likely didn’t.

                 ❝ Hah? Mister…? ❞

       What was it with all these people he’d never met before, let alone seen before, knowing his name? Though, it was clear as day that the two children were scrappers, just as he used to be. Juuzou himself had been rather well-known as a child, but would someone so young really be able to tell who he was right off the bat? Maybe they’d heard Shinohara. Perhaps that’s how they could identify him.

        ❝ How’d you know that? ❞

[vxlpiis]

                             Inu immediately stopped growling and his eyes went wide. Wait. This was Mister Juuzou? The guy both he and Kit had looked up to for so long? The scrapper looked over at his friend, still wide eyes before letting out a whimper. He had just      been growling at the Mister Juuzou.

It then occurred to him. Wasn’t he a ghoul? Mister Juuzou was a Dove. He killed ghouls. There was more whining that escaped him and he crawled over to Kit, hiding behind the other scrapper’s legs. He continued to whimper, hiding behind his friend. He’d probably be more excited about meeting their idol,      if he hadn’t just been growling at him.

[cxniis]

          Kit leaned down a bit to pat Inu on the head----after all, it wasn't his fault. He hadn't known. Kit's heart was beating rabbit-fast as he regarded the Dove in front of them. Was this real? Was it actually happening? A buzzing sensation was beginning under his skin, behind his eyes, under his feet...it seemed almost as if he wasn't even standing on the ground any longer. Was this...were they...finally going to be rescued? After all this time? His mind went to his clothes and appearance in general. They didn't have shoes, and their clothing was probably dirty from living underground for so long...what a way to meet the person that meant everything to them, huh?

          ❝ I...I've been telling Inu here stories about you for ages...I m-mean, at first it was just a coping thing, you know? But...you're really here! I kept telling him you were coming to rescue us and...n-now you're h-here...J-Juuzou-s-san... ❞ He was trying as hard as he could not to become emotional, but at the prospect of being rescued...well, it was difficult not to shed at least a few tears. ❝ Are w-we going to get to see the outside w-world again? Please tell us you can take us...p-please...our moms are gone, they won't be back for a while, probably...we can be fast, Juuzou-san, we can. We promise. And we know all the ways to get out of here... ❞

[jason-xiii]

        What was that sound? The boy glanced around, eyes wide and alert. Ah, well, he’d go figure it out for himself— it’s not as if staring blankly at nothing would conjure up an answer. Slippers scuffed across the ground as he followed the noise, which seemed to be growling. 

        'Juuzou! Don't run off by yourself!'

        Shinohara’s words were ignored. The investigator was far too preoccupied to care, and if anything bad happened, he could fend for himself. There seemed to be a new sound, now, a voice, one that wasn’t his superior’s. After a few moments of tracking, the investigator peered around a corner, looking in the direction he believed the noise to have come from. And there, a few meters away, was what appeared to be a pair of children. One was growling, too. Strange.

        ❝ Oh. Oh my. Hello there.  ❞

[vxlpiis]

                           His eyes gazed over towards his friend, but his head didn’t move. Why was Kit telling him to soften his growling? What if the visitors were going to hurt Mama? Or worse, what if they would try to hurt him and Kit? He wouldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let anyone touch Kit. 

Upon seeing the face and hearing the voice, Inu tensed up, lowering himself closer to the ground. The corner of his mouth was brought up in a snarl, the scrapper still growling. Whoever it was, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to Kit. He’d guard, just like Mama told him to. He’d make sure Mama was proud of him and Kit for guarding this spot and not letting whoever it was come through.

[cxniis]

                       At first, he couldn't believe it.

         Don't get him wrong----he wasn't expecting a superhero in a cape and shining armor to come and get them. He hadn't been expecting anyone with insanely huge muscles (well...maybe a little) or anything of the sort. He just...hadn't been expecting this person. Not only because the boy in front of him wasn't exactly what he was expecting (though he did match his thoughts of how he looked in the stories, more or less) but because...well...he just hadn't been expecting him of all people to show up at their door like he did it every week. Not to mention that he'd been hoping so badly that exactly what was happening to happen that when it actually did happen he wasn't sure what to do.

          But if nothing else, the trademark XIII of the other white-haired male's hair clips gave away his identity----the ghouls among the underground had passed along the stories of the investigator they had occasionally nicknamed "Thirteen" for that exact reason. One of the most dangerous investigators of all. And his name was...

           ❝ Ah----are y-you...are you...maybe...                                                             ᴍɪsᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴜᴜᴢᴏᴜ? ❞

[jason-xiii]

        It’d been a while since the boy had been in the underground. He wasn’t sure if it was anywhere near where he used to be, it probably wasn’t, but from the looks of it everything was relatively a universal constant. He’d come down with Shinohara, who said something about them needing to do a thing pertaining to some case. Truthfully, Juuzou hadn’t been paying attention to the explanation. After a long white of trailing after his superior, he finally managed to slip away, wandering off on his own for a bit. Of course, even being a rank 2 investigator, he wasn’t supposed to roam about aimlessly, but when did that ever stop him?

[vxlpiis]

Mama had said to guard. Had said that there was something coming. Mama said doves were coming and he and Kit were to guard while Mama and Kit’s Mama scouted and went to find a new place for      them to stay.

Inu sat on the concrete, scratching his head a bit. He wasn’t too sure why they had to stay behind, but he did as Mama said. Mama knew best.      Mama always knew best.

At some point while they waited for their mothers, Inu raised his nose up in the air. He smelled something,      something odd. Something smelled human.

The scrapper began to growl towards where he smelled the scent, teeth bared. He moved onto his hands and      knees, continuing to growl.

[cxniis]

          Kit was always more aware when their mamas said the Doves were coming. Hadn't he wanted from the time he was young to be rescued by them? But over and over again, he'd escaped with his mom and Inu and Inu's mom and the rest of the pack to some other place that would become their new home. He never ran away. Running away was bad, and he and Inu would probably be killed by their mothers or the other ghouls in the pack before they had a chance, even if there were Doves there to safeguard them. None of the Doves had ever been strong enough to offset something like the ghouls that owned Kit and Inu, so their hope had been dashed every single time.

           But now...now Kit's nose caught something strange. It wasn't nearly as developed as Inu, who truly believed he was a ghoul and seemed to have developed the senses to go along with it, but there was a certain way that the Doves smelled when they came through the tunnels----like laboratories, or like medical equipment. The scent he was catching was different. Almost like those forgotten memories of what real humans smelled like...

          ❝ Ah----I-Inu...m-maybe you shouldn't growl so much, yeah? I mean, keep doing it, just...quiet down a little, maybe, I hear someone's voice... ❞

[quiies]

; ❀ ;  — A pause. The bespectacled male tilted his head a little.

"Well… As long as you don’t cause any trouble…"

[cxniis]

          ❝ Cause any trouble? Me? That's ridiculous. I'm the complete opposite of a troublemaker. ❞

[lamourhaineainthereanymore]

        “being silly is not a bad thing! i’m silly all the time! being silly is fun!” she’ll watch him carefully, her eyes narrowing at the weapon. a whip, though it was like the really scary one’s from the movies. the one that could break skin. she’ll let out a groan, tilting her head to the side. she wasn’t a fan of whips. she had bad experiences in hell. though, the giant grin will come onto her face again. “OH! MY TURN FIRST?!” she’ll just pick up one of her bare feet, her innocent grin becoming more sinister as she slammed her foot down, breaking the ground underneath it as she zipped forward, aiming to kick at the side of his head. 

[cxniis]

         Well, Jesus. This girl was a little more trigger-happy than he thought. At first he hadn't expected her bare feet to do anything, but the second they touched down, the ground broke open as if she possessed some kind of unholy strength. Ah----he'd fought ghouls before, though, ones that could do the same thing, so instead of marveling at her power and being caught offguard like most people would, his eyes automatically went to track the next movement----which was her foot towards the side of his head.

          ❝ Ah----that's good! ❞ Though he was trained to be fast enough to dodge most of it. Part of her foot caught him in the forehead, though, and though he only went off-balance a little, it was enough to piss him off a bit. Enough that he was beginning to feel the seriousness of this fight. ❝ You're not exactly weak, are you? Not like the rest that come down here. Too bad you're still going to die. ❞

          And with those words, he'd fake her out and then make a move for her stomach, which was usually the easiest part of a person to go after since it was unprotected and sensitive. He'd see how she reacted to it and adjust his fighting style according to it.

[vxlpiis]

                         A smile spread across his face.

                         ”Mm, I’d like that. A story                             about Mister Juuzou.”

He always enjoyed the stories. He wasn’t too sure which ones were real and which ones were made up, but he still enjoyed them nonetheless. They’d both heard plenty of stories about different scrappers, but some of his favorites were      ones about Juuzou. 

Mama spoke of other scrappers often, telling Inu that he should become as great as them, and Inu took that to heart. After all, he didn’t want to      upset Mama, did he?

[cxniis]

          Usually his stories were about the past----the great feats that Juuzou Suzuya had accomplished, the escape from the underground, from scrapper life. It was enough to make the more feminine ghoul hopeful for their eventual rescue----even though Kit knew that it was far past any point of anyone coming to save them. If he stopped telling Inu stories, though, what reason would either of them have for living? He couldn't let the hope die out, not now. He had to be strong for Inu, no matter what the cost, even if telling these stories over and over hurt him.

          This time, he'd tell a story about the future. For both him and for Inu.

          ❝ Alright, then. A story about Mister Juuzou. This one's going to be the best one yet. Do you know what's happening right now? Mister Juuzou is in the CCG, and they're investigating the scrapper cases. Probably they even know our names, or at least our moms' names. And they're planning right now how to get us out of here, you know? But they have to be careful, because there are very many ghouls here that might hurt them. Even if they're very good with quinques, they probably won't be able to come in without a solid plan. So you know who else is helping them? ❞ Here, he was pretty much bullshitting, but he'd heard the name around and decided it was as good as any. ❝ There's a guy even better than Mister Juuzou who knows how to make good plans. His name is Arima-san. And he's helping, too. Everyone's on our side, Inu. And Mister Juuzou is gonna come right through one of these tunnels and he's gonna be so proud of us for staying strong for so long. Even longer than him. He's going to be so impressed with us, can you imagine, Inu? Mister Juuzou being impressed with us! It'll be so great. ❞

[i-mrremadeerrr-deactivated20160]

even yaoi hands cant hold my love for you

[cxniis]

sees rennie's shit about "mr. juuzou" screams bc we're too frickin cute pledges to be on this blog later today/tonight assuming i either dont have work or get home from it relatively early

[cxniis]

rennie replied on inu like "yes i'd like to hear a story about mister juuzou" which is adorable as fuck but nOW GUESS WHO HAS TO COME UP WITH A STORY ABOUT MISTER JUUZOU. fuck it. i'm so tired and it was my fault anyway. i'll get to it ASAP

[vxlpiis]

[cxniis]

                                              “I will protect you.”

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                                                 The Fox || The Hound

            ”I will fight for you.”

[vxlpiis]

                                                                               “I guess … “

He wasn’t as sure about things as Kit was. Kit was always so smart and so sure of things. He on the other hand often jumped to conclusions and worried over things that needn’t be worried over. In a sense, Kit was a rock. He was definite and knew how things were. Inu wondered how Kit could be like that. Maybe Kit knew things he didn’t. That seemed likely, actually. Kit was cunning and smart, so of course he’d      know more than Inu did.

He felt himself calm a bit when the other kissed his head.

                                       "I’m fine. Mama gave me                                        something to eat a few                                        hours ago. I’m not hungry                                                    right now.”

[cxniis]

          Kit only pretended to know how things were, of course. Most of the time he wasn't sure how they would actually turn out; he just hoped for the best and crossed his fingers he was right. He did observe peoples' behaviors and made conclusions from them, but that was only half of how he did things. The other was completely up to chance. He held Inu a little tighter, making sure the ghoul human knew he was his and no one else's, except maybe his mom's.

          ❝ Y'want me to tell ya a bedtime story, then? I could tell ya another one about Mister Juuzou. If ya want. ❞

[lamourhaineainthereanymore]

         ”that’s stupid. i know what a ghoul is. ghoul’s are silly, silly things. you’re a silly thing. and whomever thought it was a good idea to make me an opponent is a very stupid person. see, i cannot die very easily!” she’ll hop up on her tip toes, holding out her arms. “i don’t want to kill you but it seems i might have to,” she’ll just shrug her shoulders. “yes, okay. i’m ready,”

[cxniis]

          ❝ Ghouls aren't silly. They're the ones who trained me to kill with my own bare hands, and the ones that keep me alive. So if anyone's the silly one, it's you for calling my mom and the others that. ❞ He'll crack his fingers, right hand then traveling down to the whip tied around his waist. Not exactly like a whip, but more like a cross between that and a cable. In any case, it's gonna hurt like a bitch whoever it comes across. ❝ You get first move, 'cause you're the guest. Go ahead. ❞