Tokyo Ghoul. Seiaki. Akira Mado. Seidou Takizawa. This blog is particularly just for me because I need place to dumb my trashy fangirl stuff and ships. But feel free to follow anyway if ya wanna!
We always talk about Akira risking her own life for Seidou but never the fact that she watched him slaughter no less than maybe 20-30 investigators INCLUDING Houji then he proceeded to nearly strangle her to death but she still felt so strongly about him that she ignored ALL of that and had enough resolve to nearly let herself die just to tell him she'd wished she'd stopped him from leaving during the Owl Suppression
Not a single person could ever possibly convince me there's nothing deeper between Seidou and Akira or that SeiAki have less chemistry than Akiramon
My beautiful children fight together!!  o(>Ď<)o  (ďžâăŽâ)ďž*:ｼďžâ§
This is the end of their storyline, I like it a lot more than in manga.
Seidou tugged roughly at his tie. It was choking him, but he couldnât exactly undo it and fix it in front of Amon. He had to prove to him that he was worthy of his friendship by any means necessary, and that meant showing that he was a professional.
âTakizawaâ
Her. Ugh. Mado was the biggest pain in the ass, always contradicting him and making him look like a loser. He thought he was lucky and would never have to see her again once they graduated from the academy, but no, here she was, ruining his life again. This time, however, he wouldnât let her beat him, he would get promoted first by any means necessary.
âWhat?â He asked, huffing as he turned to her.
She wasnât wearing her blazer today. Seidou thought she would be a stickler for professionalism at all times. Her legs were surprisingly bare too, leading toâŚheels. Heels were fine, a lot of women in the CCG wore them, there was nothing special about them.
She pointed to him with her pen âYour tie is crooked. You should fix that because it indicates unprofessionalism and that reflects badly on all of usâ
âUnprofessionalism?â He spluttered âWhat about you? Your legs are even bare today!â
âPerhaps you should worry about your own presentation instead of staring at my legs, Takizawaâ
That cold-hearted bitch. She was an ice queen and had it out for him. Seidou hoped that Amon was tuning them out like he normally did.
He crossed his arms, scowling at her âYouâre a hypocrite, Madoâ
She placed her pen neatly on the top of her desk then stood up, making her way to him.
âW-what are you doing?â He stammered as she reached for his tie.
They were very close now, almost eye level when she was in heels.
âFixing this messâ
That Hide guy was right, she was pretty. It was enough to make any guy nervous to be in such close proximity to her. Maybe heâd have listened to his motherâs urging to ask her out on a date if she werenât so damn prickly.
Mado have the tie a final tug and smoothed her hands down it, blinking in surprise when her fingers touched Seidouâs chest.
âWhat?â He asked. Here she was affronting him, and she had the audacity to look surprised.
She let go and moved back to her desk âNothingâ
Amon seemed to be ignoring them today, maybe he was sick of their antics. Or maybe he was just captivated by the donuts that Suzuya had brought him. Seidou wished he had thought of that idea first.
âI got a hole in my blazer and stockings this morning when I got pushed over on public transportâ Mado said, not looking up from her work, but it was clear that the comment was directed towards him.
âWhy didnât you just sew it up, then?â
She looked up at him âMy mother died when I was young so she never taught me to and my father didnât know howâ
She just had to go and make him feel like an asshole. He hated her.
âOi, Mado, wake upâ Came a strangely familiar voice, rousing Akira from her sleep.
She blinked groggily, staring at the man before her âTakizawa?â
âYeah, itâs meâ He held out a bowl to her âSit up and eat thisâ
Her vision was still hazy with a combination of both exhaustion and what she assumed to be illness, but when she rubbed at her eyes the room became clearer âSomeone made me soup?â
âI made itâ Takizawa said, passing her the bowl as she sat up, propping the pillows behind her.
âI didnât know you knew how to cook, Takizawaâ Akira said as she blew gently on the bowl to cool it down.
âMy mother said it would be a good skill to have for when Iâd get married one dayâ He paused, expression twisting âGuess itâs pretty fuckinâ useless now, thoughâ
âItâs not uselessâ She took a sip. It was good, but it could have used a little extra spice. Maybe that was just the Mado in her âI appreciate itâ
He stood awkwardly beside the bed, watching as she ate with an almost wistful expression on his face. Akira wondered if he missed the taste of regular food now that he was a ghoul of some sort. She wanted to look at him, to stare, to cry, to ask a million questions, but instead she just remained silent and ate under his watchful gaze.
Her metal spoon clinked against the bowl âWhere am I?â
Takizawaâs gaze fell to the surprisingly clean floor of the small room they were in âAâŚghoul facilityâ
âOhâ Akira took the opportunity to stare at him. He was wearing quite possibly one of the strangest outfits sheâd ever seen. Maybe it was a ghoul thing that she didnât understand. Under all of that he still reminded her of the baby-faced boy she used to argue with constantly. If she wanted to pretend, she could just think of it as a silly Halloween costume. However, this wasnât the time for her to avoid reality. He was a ghoul. A monster. A murderer. ButâŚshe had saved him.
âYou need to eat all of itâ Takizawa muttered, raising a bloodied, bitten finger to his mouth.
âStop that!â Her voice was strained, ragged. She wondered how long sheâd been out.
âRightâ He lowered his hand âIâll leave you alone now, make sure you finish thatâ
âTakizawaâ Akira called out when he turned to exit the room. He was going to leave her. She would be alone again.
âWhat?â She knew that look. It was the same one she had to face each morning in the mirror. The feeling of pure emptiness that caused her to ache.
âWhere are you going?â
Takizawa drummed his fingers on the doorframe. They seemed to be injured. Had he done that to himself? âAmonâs going to bring you your cat, donât worryâ
Amon. He was a ghoul too now.
âYou didnât answer my questionâ
Takizawa laughed, only it didnât sound like it was supposed to. It was hollow, and full of despair âI donât know, Mado. Are you done questioning me today?â
âIâll hunt you downâ Akira said, a little petulantly as she balanced the bowl beside her, hands fisting in the aged bedsheets.
âYou and what functioning body?â
âSeidou, pleaseâ She didnât have a purpose to live for anymore. Her heart was full of bitterness and hatred, with no one left to direct it to. She couldnât lose them. They were all she had left.
âMado, IâmâŚâ He trailed off, avoiding looking at her.
âPromise me one thing?â She begged. Her father would have been so disappointed in her. Life was cruel, taking away everything she cared about in the world, only to dangle the remnants in front of her and threaten to snatch them away again.
âWhat?â Takizawa whispered. He looked upset, no, not upset, angry. Had someone put him up to this? Maybe he had planned to just let her die.
âDonât leave meâ It was selfish, but when had she not been? All this time she had been worrying about herself while her former colleagues had been turned into monsters. She hadnât spared so much of a thought as to what horrors they had lived through.
He didnât provide a response, just shut the door behind him as he left. Akira wiped at the wetness trailing down her cheeks. She probably looked like a mess. She was done caring about such trivial things anymore. She had gone from being an associate special class investigator to a lost little girl, pleading for people to stay in her life in only a matter of what may have been weeks. She didnât know, for sure. She wasnât sure what she knew about anything anymore. Only one thing remained clear, she couldnât let them leave her life again.
âIs that my shirt?â with the pairing SeiAki? Can include nsfw if you wanted to.
Iâm so sorry about the wait! This ended up turning into a regular sized fic. I wasnât too sure if you wanted full nsfw or not so itâs a slight bit, with more implied.
Seidou rubbed his eyes, heading to the front door of his apartment. Someone was bothering him again, probably one of Kanekiâs friends. The guy was alright, but some of his friends could do with a good beating. That one with the glasses in particular.
When the door opened, he was met with the sight of a distraught Akira, her faced streaked with mascara and tears. Her eyes widened when she saw him and she began to softly weep, muttering his name.
âMadoâŚI-â He started as she stormed towards him.
âShut upâ She pounded her fists against his chest, sobbing âI hate you. I hate you for leaving meâ
Seidou rubbed her back gingerly. He swallowed âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhat are you doing here?â She cried, sounding completely unstable. Heâd never seen her like this before.
âWorking with the others, they asked me to helpâ
Suddenly, she yanked at his collar, crashing their lips together.
âMadoâ He wheezed, pushing her away. He ignored the way his heart leapt âWhat about Amon? Whatâs going on with you?â
âIâm notâŚWeâre not togetherâ
Seidouâs heart sank. Heâd hoped that him leaving would allow for the two of them to be happy together âI thought he would take care of youâ
âHe did. Thatâs the worst partâ She said, resting her head in her hands âI had a man who was perfect and catered to my every whim and still that wasnât enough for meâ
He ushered her into the apartment âLook, you donât seem to be in a position to talk properly right now. Iâm going to give you some time to clear your headâ
She clawed at the front of his shirt âNo! Donât leave me again!â
âRelax! This is my apartment, you know. Iâll be back. YouâŚI donât know. Rest or something while you waitâ
He reached for his key, locking the door. Hopefully that would keep her safe, so long as she didnât try to chase after him. When he ran off from everyone, heâd hoped that he could live the rest of his miserable life in solitude. Now, Kaneki had talked him into helping their damn organisation and AkiraâŚhad never been part of the plan at all. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?
***
Seidou unlocked the front door, steering himself towards the sink to wash the blood from his hands. Eating as a ghoul was always so messy. Especially when his meals involved another rouge ghoul. He was still working towards getting used to that synthetic tube shit that doctor woman kept pushing. Luckily, Kaneki was understanding of his situation, limiting him to only those who posed as threats to the peace. He turned off the tap, frowning at the remaining blood on his clothing.
The apartment was completely silent. Weird. MaybeâŚHe walked towards his bedroom, seeing her curled up on his bed, her wet hair fanning around her face like a halo. She was in different clothing than sheâd arrived in, a t-shirt that looked suspiciously like one of his own and bare legs that he definitely wasnât looking at.
Seidou shook her awake, leaning over her âHey, Iâm backâ
She blinked up at him with bleary eyes âYou came back to meâ
He sat down next to her âTold you I would. Is that my shirt?â
She pulled the fabric away from her body âItâs mine nowâ
âPfft, typicalâ He would let her keep it. The shirt looked better on her, anyway.
âYou donât have a dog hereâ Akira said, sounding suspicious and still a little sleepy.
âI didnât eat my dogâ Seidou deadpanned. Just his parents. Fuck, he was terrible.
âYou have blood on youâ
âVery astuteâ
âBeing a ghoul didnât make you any less of an asshole, Takizawaâ Akira muttered.
âBig talk from the woman who tried to jump me earlierâ
She rubbed at her eyes, sounding irritated âTried only because you werenât interestedâ
âNo, tried because I donât want you doing something on an emotional whim youâll regretâ
She shook her head âI always think before I act, I was first in my class after allâ
âDonât rub it in. Now, are you going to explain why the fuck youâre in my apartment?â
âI thought it was obvious. I kissed youâ
âButâŚAmon?â Everyone had told Seidou that Amon and Akira had run off together, not making time for proper goodbyes. He assumed they had left the country.
She huffed âWe broke up months ago because we both knew I was hung up on youâ
âMonths ago? Youâve had time to think about this?â Did she really want him?
âIâm not unstable. I know what Iâm doingâ
Seidou gave her a disbelieving look âYou came here cryingâ
âYou tell meâ She said in a steely voice âYou have the boy youâve loved for years become a ghoul and then when all you want to do is ask him why, he leaves you. What would you do? How would that make you feel? Tell me that, Takizawaâ
He didnât know what to say to that. She was right, he had been unfair âIâm sorryâ
She eyed his clothing âYou should showerâ
He was covered in remains and disgusting fluids. It was probably putting her off. Teenage him would have called her prissy, but adult him knew better. Akira had used his shower while he was gone. Would it still smell like her? Showering, right. He could do that.
***
The water was warm against his sore muscles. It would probably be smart to warm up before getting into fights, but what kind of ghoul would he be if he did that? Besides, that doctor promised that her revolting tube supplements were improving. Life without having to fight anymore would take getting used to. He scrubbed at the dried blood encrusted into his skin, watching the colour run into the drain.
Seidou froze as the door handle turned and Akira walked in. Her face was pink at the sight of him, but she seemed otherwise unbothered âJesus Christ, Mado! I donât have clothes on!â
He watched wordlessly as Akira shrugged her shirt (his shirt) off, leaving her completely naked âDo you usually shower with clothes on?â She asked, opening the shower door and stepping under the water calmly as if she hadnât just fucking stripped in front of him.
Do not look at her tits. Do not look at her tits. Donotlookathertits âNoâ
âYou can look at meâ
He kept his gaze fixed to the wall behind her.
Akira sighed âYouâve always been so frustratingâ She grabbed his hand and pushed it against her chest âTouch meâ
Seidou gave an experimental squeeze, relaxing when he heard her sigh in return. It felt wrong to touch her and he wasnât sure whether to blame Amon, Kanou, or his own insecurities.
She took the bar of soap from his hand and lathered it against his chest, her fingers wandering further south than necessary âHave you been with a woman before?â
He hesitated. Would she think less of him? It would be hypocritical of her if she did. Seidou figured that sheâd definitely had sex with Amon at some point, but that wasnât comparable to what he had done âYeah, I haveâ
âHow many?â
He cringed âI donât knowâ
Akira placed the soap back on the ledge âWhat did they look like?â
Was there really any way to answer that without saying you? âBlondeâ He settled for, hoping that would satiate her need to know.
âDo you have a type?â
âMaybeâ Seidou answered, attempting to be evasive.
Akira slid her hands up his torso, looking directly at him âDid you ever think about me while you did it?â
Oh boy, did he. Nameless blondes in alleyways, hair just long enough that he could pull on it and pretend it was hers. Sometimes he even made them wear heels or office wear. He was sick. A monster. He didnât deserve her.
âSeidouâ She said, startling him out of his reverie âNone of that matters now. I donâtâŚthink badly of you. You didnât deserve anything that happened to youâ
He smiled weakly. If only she knew how often he killed all of those women afterwards âYou told me to die onceâ
âOut of selfishness. I hoped that if you died, I could be the investigator I was supposed to beâ
Seidou finally let his gaze trail south. She was the most beautiful woman heâd ever laid eyes on âHow about now?â
Akira hooked her arms around his shoulders, leaning in and whispering âI want you to love meâ
***
âSeidouâ She yawned several hours later, stretching against him like a cat. He wondered if she still had that fuckinâ grumpy monster of a creature âI know our world as we knew it has been destroyed, but Iâm glad I have youâ
âThatâs pretty morbid for pillow talkâ
She laughed, shoving his shoulder âDonât ruin the moment, assholeâ
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