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A/N: Warning, there's violence in this story, although not described in great detail. Read at your own risk.
Your muscles screamed in agony as you continued to scrubbed the floor underneath of you. Your nose was scrunched up, even the mask covering your nose was useless as this point. The stench of human blood, while some ghouls found it incredibly alluring, you thought in this case it smelled quite disgusting. You were going to get this done, even if it wasn't assigned to your list of chores.
"(Name), what are you doing? Do you want to get killed? If Ayato sees this-"
"Calm down, Banjou." You interrupted his hushed whisper, as a small smile that reflected your hope grew on your face. Banjou blinked a few times, his mouth agape. He only had one thought, how the hell could you be smiling in such an awful situation? It was a clear memory, the day Aogiri Tree came to your ward. You were vastly overpowered, before being captured as hostages and placed under Ayato Kirishima's command.
"Why should I?! Even if what you're doing is a good thing, you very well know Ayato could care less. He could beat you senseless if he felt like it, (Name). Why is this even worth the risk?" Banjou's voice reflected how sheerly stunned he was. You ignored him for a moment, as you found a particular spot that didn't want to come up.
"That's just an assumption, Banjou. Besides, why would Mr. Kirishima hurt me for cleaning?" You continued to insist. Banjou had a bit of sweat formed on his temple. Even if you had good intentions, Ayato was relentless. Banjou felt responsible for you, and hated to see your positive outlook diminished, but it was for the best. A bit of a headache starting to make itself known, before Banjou sighed.
"Come on, (Name). I'll help clean up these supplies before Ayato comes and notices." Banjou hurriedly bent down next to you, and was about to pick up some of the cleaning supplies you were using. You let out a noise of protest, before you both struggled over the bottle.
"Oi. What the hell is going on here?" An eerie voice. One that you knew all to well. Banjou's eyes widened, whereas you didn't dare move. Banjou looked at your shocked expression, before gulping, and standing up to face Ayato. Ayato started at Banjou, obviously awaiting an explanation. You felt your heart pick up, damn, you hoped Ayato didn't beat up poor Banjou! It would be all your fault.
"So? How long are you planning on taking? Or do I have to beat my question into you, Banjou?" Ayato's eyes narrowed, showing he wasn't going to take any shit. Banjou nervously nodded his head slowly, and you guessed he was forming an answer in his mind. You held your breath when he opened his mouth to answer.
"W-Well, you see Ayato, I was just helping (Name) here. Sh-She was given a wrong time from a member to start her daily chores, and I was just helping her-"
"Bullshit." Ayato's leg quickly rose into position, before delivering a harsh kick to the side of Banjou's face. You frantically crawled over to him, trying to space yourself out as much as possible from Ayato. Banjou groaned, before holding the spot he was hit with. You saw that it was quickly forming a dark bruise.
"Oh my god, Banjou, I'm so sorry." You certainly hoped he could hear you. Your voice was very meek, and you barely felt your throat vibrate when you spoke. Banjou's eyelids closed a single moment later, signaling he was passed out.
Now, for the most part, you were alone with one of the scariest men you've ever seen. Footsteps were slowly clicking against the ground you had previously cleaned, and it carried a grim feeling. Your hands clenched, as the hood that covered your face was pulled from you, before you were turned around to be face to face with Ayato. He placed his leather boot on your stomach, before pressing you to the ground. You squirmed underneath his sadistic stance, trying to fill your lungs with air.
Ayato found your squirming both amusing and pathetic. With a scowl settling on his face, he removed his boot, causing you to frantically gasp for air. The joy of breathing normally was shortly lived, before Ayato bent down and grasped onto your (h/c) locks, and pulled them forward.
"I hate it when my subordinates lie. Now, tell me, whoever you are, what were you doing?" His voice was harsh, but you couldn't bring yourself to resent it. With the harshness being some sort of coating, you felt like inside he held something, anything, that resembled kindness. Banjou always told you that you saw the best in people, even a piece of shit like Ayato Kirishima.
"I was cleaning, sir." You managed to sputter out. He grunted in response, before pulling your hair in such a way you were able to see the cleaning supplies that were scattered around.
"I could see that, idiot. But why were you cleaning? You weren't assigned to do so." Ayato responded. Your mind raced with possibilities of him beating you, perhaps even killing you - if you didn't tell him the truth. Who knows? Maybe if he was having a bad day, and you told the truth, he'd kill you anyways.
'No... death is pointless. I can't do any good if I'm dead.'
"I-I took the initiative to clean when I wasn't supposed to, sir." You stuttered out. Ayato let out a small scoff at your response.
"That makes no sense. Why would you want to do something even slightly beneficial to the group that kidnapped you?" Ayato didn't seem to soak in what you said. With a deep breath, you gathered in your courage to talk once again.
"It's like I said, sir. I just took initiative to do so, there's nothing else to it, I promise you."
"Promises are cheap." A blow was delivered to the side of your face. You let out a small hiss of pain, as your head turned violently to accommodate the sensation. All in all though, it must've been much less painless that what poor Banjou had to endure. A sharp throbbing grew prominent on your right cheek, as your hand delicately cupped the skin impacted by the hit. Your (e/c) eyes clouded over with warm tears, before they fell from your eyes, onto your face - and eventually, the ground.
The streaming tears had enough momentum to eventually cause a dripping sound to echo throughout the room. A few sniffles left you. Any optimism you previously held felt shattered.
"Pathetic. What's crying going to do, besides show how weak you are?" Ayato released his grip on your hair, before looking down at you.
"With all due respect sir, I think it takes courage to cry." You whispered. If Banjou wasn't passed out, he'd be frantically motioning you to stop. All you could do was hold onto a strand of hope that Ayato wouldn't dispose of you. However, Ayato looked at you, before tilting his head.
"Explain your thinking, then." Ayato curtly commanded. You brought your hand out, allowing the salty liquid to drop onto your palms instead of the ground.
"People who hide what they really feel are the biggest cowards of all, or at least I think so... They're scared out of their minds, so they prefer to act like it's okay. But in reality, it's doing more damage than it is doing good." You finished, before sniffling a few times. The room went silent after that, and for a moment, you thought he'd just ignore what you said and do away with you. With the sound of shuffling clothes, you heard Ayato move past you without a single word.
"--You're truly an idiot." Was all he said, before exiting the chamber. Leaving you with a befuddled expression, and a passed out Banjou mumbling incoherent things in his slumber.
~*~
"(Name)." It seemed like a calling. Where you dreaming? Where you awake? You couldn't be sure, but all you knew was that there was pain. It rocked throughout your body, taking over your every sense, and making your throat raw from you screaming. You couldn't see clearly, everything seemed like a blur to you. Your eyes never focused on a single image, rather, they blended them all together.
Was this what it was like to die?
"(Name)! Dammit, what the hell happened? Shit, you're covered in blood." That voice. You knew it. Your body didn't react so pleasantly to hearing it, it was like it triggered a bad memory. Your hand began to shake.
You finally were able to focus in enough on a figure leaning above you. Messy blue locks, and bright cerulean orbs that were widened with a hint of panic. You let out a cough, before your ears started ringing, blocking out whatever the person was saying. That person... it was Ayato, wasn't it? But why did Ayato give two shits if you were dying?
"I-I'm pa-pathetic in your eyes... a-aren't I?" You wanted to clarify. It would've hurt your sensitive heart if he nodded his head, or scoffed in response, but he did none of those things. Instead, he grasped your frail hand, and looked at you stunned.
"If you can talk, you sure as hell can live... damn the people that did this to you." He growled, and you felt almost taken back by him expressing care for you. Why would he care for you?
You, a weakling? A person that allowed themselves to get to this state?
"Y-You didn't answer my question, Mr. Kirishima." It took a great deal of strength to breathe, but even more so to talk. Your body was screaming in agony, and you hoped that your eyelids would flutter shut in an eternal rest soon. The pain felt excruciating, like a fire was burning all over your skin.
"What am I even supposed to say? You're dying." Ayato's voice didn't express as much pain as his eyes did. It wasn't his style to show much emotion at all, and you understood that. You felt a bit disheartened about how insignificant you had been in this world. All you did for a majority of your life was manage to scrape by, not making any real impact. You were viewed as a disgusting creature to all, even some ghouls.
Maybe even Ayato. But you honestly never knew. Ever since he had left you and an unconscious Banjou, he'd occasionally make your life a bit less shitty. It wasn't anything bluntly nice - he didn't sugarcoat anything. He'd just say a few more words to you every once and a while, perhaps an actual conversation here and there.
It was nice to talk to someone besides Banjou. Even if he was an asshole, you had to admit you had a deep fondness for him. You could tell, even if he didn't ever say it, that he had a shitty life. Much like you. A few more coughs left your cracked lips, before you reached your hand up to his face, and cupped it.
"I'm s-sorry I was so useless to you... Ayato." You managed to say his first name. You'd never allowed for it to slip past you, but here, on your deathbed, you really had nothing to lose. It seemed your words made it even harder on Ayato, as he stubbornly shook his head.
"The hell, (Name)?! You're about to die, and that's all you tell me? You're a piece of shit-"
"I really liked you, Ayato." You cut him off, like he did to you all the time. Even with the constant ringing of your ears, you heard his breath hitch at his throat. He certainly wasn't expecting you to say anything like that. Slowly, he moved his face down, and pressed a lone peck to your lips. Your heart fluttered, but it didn't last long before your pulse slowly died down.
All he could do was watch helplessly as your eyelids eventually closed, and your chest ceased it's moving. Ayato moved your limp body to his chest. His face was blank - he wasn't showing the grief. He rubbed away any signs of tears.
"It's funny, (Name)..." He trailed off, before moving a strand of (h/c) hair from your face.
"I guess in a way, I'm a weakling in your eyes for not crying."
Your muscles screamed in agony as you continued to scrubbed the floor underneath of you. Your nose was scrunched up, even the mask covering your nose was useless as this point. The stench of human blood, while some ghouls found it incredibly alluring, you thought in this case it smelled quite disgusting. You were going to get this done, even if it wasn't assigned to your list of chores.
"(Name), what are you doing? Do you want to get killed? If Ayato sees this-"
"Calm down, Banjou." You interrupted his hushed whisper, as a small smile that reflected your hope grew on your face. Banjou blinked a few times, his mouth agape. He only had one thought, how the hell could you be smiling in such an awful situation? It was a clear memory, the day Aogiri Tree came to your ward. You were vastly overpowered, before being captured as hostages and placed under Ayato Kirishima's command.
"Why should I?! Even if what you're doing is a good thing, you very well know Ayato could care less. He could beat you senseless if he felt like it, (Name). Why is this even worth the risk?" Banjou's voice reflected how sheerly stunned he was. You ignored him for a moment, as you found a particular spot that didn't want to come up.
"That's just an assumption, Banjou. Besides, why would Mr. Kirishima hurt me for cleaning?" You continued to insist. Banjou had a bit of sweat formed on his temple. Even if you had good intentions, Ayato was relentless. Banjou felt responsible for you, and hated to see your positive outlook diminished, but it was for the best. A bit of a headache starting to make itself known, before Banjou sighed.
"Come on, (Name). I'll help clean up these supplies before Ayato comes and notices." Banjou hurriedly bent down next to you, and was about to pick up some of the cleaning supplies you were using. You let out a noise of protest, before you both struggled over the bottle.
"Oi. What the hell is going on here?" An eerie voice. One that you knew all to well. Banjou's eyes widened, whereas you didn't dare move. Banjou looked at your shocked expression, before gulping, and standing up to face Ayato. Ayato started at Banjou, obviously awaiting an explanation. You felt your heart pick up, damn, you hoped Ayato didn't beat up poor Banjou! It would be all your fault.
"So? How long are you planning on taking? Or do I have to beat my question into you, Banjou?" Ayato's eyes narrowed, showing he wasn't going to take any shit. Banjou nervously nodded his head slowly, and you guessed he was forming an answer in his mind. You held your breath when he opened his mouth to answer.
"W-Well, you see Ayato, I was just helping (Name) here. Sh-She was given a wrong time from a member to start her daily chores, and I was just helping her-"
"Bullshit." Ayato's leg quickly rose into position, before delivering a harsh kick to the side of Banjou's face. You frantically crawled over to him, trying to space yourself out as much as possible from Ayato. Banjou groaned, before holding the spot he was hit with. You saw that it was quickly forming a dark bruise.
"Oh my god, Banjou, I'm so sorry." You certainly hoped he could hear you. Your voice was very meek, and you barely felt your throat vibrate when you spoke. Banjou's eyelids closed a single moment later, signaling he was passed out.
Now, for the most part, you were alone with one of the scariest men you've ever seen. Footsteps were slowly clicking against the ground you had previously cleaned, and it carried a grim feeling. Your hands clenched, as the hood that covered your face was pulled from you, before you were turned around to be face to face with Ayato. He placed his leather boot on your stomach, before pressing you to the ground. You squirmed underneath his sadistic stance, trying to fill your lungs with air.
Ayato found your squirming both amusing and pathetic. With a scowl settling on his face, he removed his boot, causing you to frantically gasp for air. The joy of breathing normally was shortly lived, before Ayato bent down and grasped onto your (h/c) locks, and pulled them forward.
"I hate it when my subordinates lie. Now, tell me, whoever you are, what were you doing?" His voice was harsh, but you couldn't bring yourself to resent it. With the harshness being some sort of coating, you felt like inside he held something, anything, that resembled kindness. Banjou always told you that you saw the best in people, even a piece of shit like Ayato Kirishima.
"I was cleaning, sir." You managed to sputter out. He grunted in response, before pulling your hair in such a way you were able to see the cleaning supplies that were scattered around.
"I could see that, idiot. But why were you cleaning? You weren't assigned to do so." Ayato responded. Your mind raced with possibilities of him beating you, perhaps even killing you - if you didn't tell him the truth. Who knows? Maybe if he was having a bad day, and you told the truth, he'd kill you anyways.
'No... death is pointless. I can't do any good if I'm dead.'
"I-I took the initiative to clean when I wasn't supposed to, sir." You stuttered out. Ayato let out a small scoff at your response.
"That makes no sense. Why would you want to do something even slightly beneficial to the group that kidnapped you?" Ayato didn't seem to soak in what you said. With a deep breath, you gathered in your courage to talk once again.
"It's like I said, sir. I just took initiative to do so, there's nothing else to it, I promise you."
"Promises are cheap." A blow was delivered to the side of your face. You let out a small hiss of pain, as your head turned violently to accommodate the sensation. All in all though, it must've been much less painless that what poor Banjou had to endure. A sharp throbbing grew prominent on your right cheek, as your hand delicately cupped the skin impacted by the hit. Your (e/c) eyes clouded over with warm tears, before they fell from your eyes, onto your face - and eventually, the ground.
The streaming tears had enough momentum to eventually cause a dripping sound to echo throughout the room. A few sniffles left you. Any optimism you previously held felt shattered.
"Pathetic. What's crying going to do, besides show how weak you are?" Ayato released his grip on your hair, before looking down at you.
"With all due respect sir, I think it takes courage to cry." You whispered. If Banjou wasn't passed out, he'd be frantically motioning you to stop. All you could do was hold onto a strand of hope that Ayato wouldn't dispose of you. However, Ayato looked at you, before tilting his head.
"Explain your thinking, then." Ayato curtly commanded. You brought your hand out, allowing the salty liquid to drop onto your palms instead of the ground.
"People who hide what they really feel are the biggest cowards of all, or at least I think so... They're scared out of their minds, so they prefer to act like it's okay. But in reality, it's doing more damage than it is doing good." You finished, before sniffling a few times. The room went silent after that, and for a moment, you thought he'd just ignore what you said and do away with you. With the sound of shuffling clothes, you heard Ayato move past you without a single word.
"--You're truly an idiot." Was all he said, before exiting the chamber. Leaving you with a befuddled expression, and a passed out Banjou mumbling incoherent things in his slumber.
~*~
"(Name)." It seemed like a calling. Where you dreaming? Where you awake? You couldn't be sure, but all you knew was that there was pain. It rocked throughout your body, taking over your every sense, and making your throat raw from you screaming. You couldn't see clearly, everything seemed like a blur to you. Your eyes never focused on a single image, rather, they blended them all together.
Was this what it was like to die?
"(Name)! Dammit, what the hell happened? Shit, you're covered in blood." That voice. You knew it. Your body didn't react so pleasantly to hearing it, it was like it triggered a bad memory. Your hand began to shake.
You finally were able to focus in enough on a figure leaning above you. Messy blue locks, and bright cerulean orbs that were widened with a hint of panic. You let out a cough, before your ears started ringing, blocking out whatever the person was saying. That person... it was Ayato, wasn't it? But why did Ayato give two shits if you were dying?
"I-I'm pa-pathetic in your eyes... a-aren't I?" You wanted to clarify. It would've hurt your sensitive heart if he nodded his head, or scoffed in response, but he did none of those things. Instead, he grasped your frail hand, and looked at you stunned.
"If you can talk, you sure as hell can live... damn the people that did this to you." He growled, and you felt almost taken back by him expressing care for you. Why would he care for you?
You, a weakling? A person that allowed themselves to get to this state?
"Y-You didn't answer my question, Mr. Kirishima." It took a great deal of strength to breathe, but even more so to talk. Your body was screaming in agony, and you hoped that your eyelids would flutter shut in an eternal rest soon. The pain felt excruciating, like a fire was burning all over your skin.
"What am I even supposed to say? You're dying." Ayato's voice didn't express as much pain as his eyes did. It wasn't his style to show much emotion at all, and you understood that. You felt a bit disheartened about how insignificant you had been in this world. All you did for a majority of your life was manage to scrape by, not making any real impact. You were viewed as a disgusting creature to all, even some ghouls.
Maybe even Ayato. But you honestly never knew. Ever since he had left you and an unconscious Banjou, he'd occasionally make your life a bit less shitty. It wasn't anything bluntly nice - he didn't sugarcoat anything. He'd just say a few more words to you every once and a while, perhaps an actual conversation here and there.
It was nice to talk to someone besides Banjou. Even if he was an asshole, you had to admit you had a deep fondness for him. You could tell, even if he didn't ever say it, that he had a shitty life. Much like you. A few more coughs left your cracked lips, before you reached your hand up to his face, and cupped it.
"I'm s-sorry I was so useless to you... Ayato." You managed to say his first name. You'd never allowed for it to slip past you, but here, on your deathbed, you really had nothing to lose. It seemed your words made it even harder on Ayato, as he stubbornly shook his head.
"The hell, (Name)?! You're about to die, and that's all you tell me? You're a piece of shit-"
"I really liked you, Ayato." You cut him off, like he did to you all the time. Even with the constant ringing of your ears, you heard his breath hitch at his throat. He certainly wasn't expecting you to say anything like that. Slowly, he moved his face down, and pressed a lone peck to your lips. Your heart fluttered, but it didn't last long before your pulse slowly died down.
All he could do was watch helplessly as your eyelids eventually closed, and your chest ceased it's moving. Ayato moved your limp body to his chest. His face was blank - he wasn't showing the grief. He rubbed away any signs of tears.
"It's funny, (Name)..." He trailed off, before moving a strand of (h/c) hair from your face.
"I guess in a way, I'm a weakling in your eyes for not crying."
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"Passu Onegaiitashimasu~"
"Oh god... I can't pwhahaha...my stomach hurts!" You try to talk without laughing.
"I'm happy that you like it (f/n) -chan~" Takao says and give you a sweet kiss on the cheek, wrapping his arm around your neck to bring you closer to him.
You give him a sweet smile and a little blush.
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When your [e/c] orbs met his gaze, you
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Another story about everyone's favorite trash, Ayato. He was basically upgraded from trash to a garbage truck in this story though. I DON'T KNOW HOW IT ENDED UP AS ANGST I THINK THIS IS MY FIRST LEGITIMATE ANGST STORY.
I don't think I described the sad scene enough to actually make it sad oops.
I don't own you, or Tokyo Ghoul.
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My other Ayato Kirishima stories:
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Selfish|
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Hero's Reward| Drabble
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Neat Hair| Drabble
Also, feel free to check out my contest: November Reader Insert Contest!
I don't think I described the sad scene enough to actually make it sad oops.
I don't own you, or Tokyo Ghoul.
Picture credit: www.pinterest.com/pin/55549093…
My other Ayato Kirishima stories:
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Selfish|
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Hero's Reward| Drabble
Ayato Kirishima x Reader |Neat Hair| Drabble
Also, feel free to check out my contest: November Reader Insert Contest!
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