#lupus-canis

[cjssin]

Close up of a pariah dog also called street dog, sitting on its paw comfortably.

[shattered-ghoul]

Shattered Families

 Arranged marriage AU: Starter for @lupus-canis

Today is the day I meet her. Kaneki is ask to dress impress his future wife so kindly arrange by his family. Having no idea what her name is, or what she looks like only increase how much he hates this. His family on the surface looks like a restaurant called Binge eater, but underneath it is a Mafia group called he white suits. Kaneki isn’t suppose to know much, but he is no fool. The young man has hated the family business since he became involved unwillingly.  No less than a year before one of the rival Mafia’s kidnapped Kaneki and tortured him in hopes of gaining secrets. They gain nothing ,but Kaneki eye from his head. Some believe the police saved Kaneki, but others say Kaneki killed them all himself. The boy was never the same having lose an eye and his hair turn white from pain. Ever since that day Kaneki has held a hatred for his father and his work. 

Sitting next to his father and mother in the back of their black town car. Their driver is taking them god knows where. Sitting in silence Kaneki looks to his side at his mother with her beaitful purple locks. 

“Mother where are we suppose to meet this girl?”

Raze looks over to her only son and softly laughs while nodding her head. Before she could answer the simple question Jason answer his son.

“You will see soon enough for now stay silent and keep your thoughts to your self. I dont need you to love the girl just fuck her and make a child. Our families need something to tighten our bond.”

The car stops a few minutes later at his mothers restaurant where they are welcome by guards dress in white suits. Following his parents inside he wonders what the other family will be like, and why his family needed them so much. 

[pxllidum-blog]

【 ❀ ❀ ❀ 】 ——  Mud splattered and hospital grown ripped, she looks almost feral with her messy black hair tangled and snared. Wrinkling her nose, she tugs out a twig from her obsidian locks, not even wincing as a few strands are ripped from her scalp. Pain is nothing new to Alma; she’s even grown a little numb to most of it, though she cannot tell if this delighted or frustrated her creators. Of course, it never stopped them from experimenting on her, pushing her to her limits, even at such a young age.

With a small sigh, the child rubs the sleep from her eyes before sitting up, looking around the dense copse of trees she had fallen asleep earlier in the day. She could just barely see the moon through the canopy of leaves and, for a few minutes, she merely stares at the way the cold light casts strange and even eerie looking shadows. Pushing herself to her feet, she wiggles her bare toes, slightly numb from the chill in the air, before moving back toward the now empty park.

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