Tsukiyama Shuu x reader [1]

Sunday, 9pm

"Get him!"

For a while now, 30 minutes, Tsukiyama has been chased down by investigators. Keeping his place on the roof's of buildings he could still see three investigators running after him and one patrol car following up right beside him. The investigators are able to see him as well.
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An hour prior, the ghoul restaurant was raided and the investigators were able to pin point were the gourmet was exactly seated. They headed straight at him and were able to get a blow across his chest. Tsukiyama was able to escape the restaurant with only the wound.  
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'I can't take much more' he thinks as his legs start to shake from blood loss. The quinqe has left the wound large and unable to heal.  Tsukiyama still tries to run. Up ahead there is an apartment building of 14 floors in his way. This would be hard since the buildings he been running upon were only one story. But easily he sees that there is a window opened widely in front of him on the second floor.

'Très bien!'

He swoops in and startles the occupant.  Though the old women then faints after seeing his kagune. This would be an easy meal, but they are now shooting into the building and easily just shot his shoulder. So he runs looking for an exit.

"Call for backup he entered a habited area, humans lives are now at risk. Hold fire!" the investigator yells to the dispatcher.

Running down the halls and up stairs he tries to find a door that is open by luck. Many stairs later he sees on the thirteenth floor a door isn't ajar but he can tell it wasn't closed all the way. Quickly he opens the door, but makes sure to close it softly after entering. The door locked automatically.

Stumbling around he finds the only room and too tired to find if a human is inside the home he crashes on the bed. Rolling on his back he sighs finding comfort from the sheets.

'la paix , enfin'.   (Peace, finally)

He falls asleep.



Monday, 1am

'What a tiring day at school... At work... At life' you think as you open the door to your home. 'Fucking overtime' Shrugging off your coat you throw it on the couch not caring that it's majority was on the floor. You slip off your shoes and kick where ever they best fit. Trudging into your room you're about to plop onto the bed until you see a figure placed upon it. You wish to call for help, that is until you see the pool of red forming on your bed sheets.

'Oh my god, he's bleeding'

Rushing over to the side of the bed you check the man's pulse. He's still alive. Going back to the door to your room you turn the light on. Going back to the bleeding man you disregard why he was inside in the first place and check to see if he is responsive. Using the flashlight on your mobile phone, you shine the light in his eyes. Though you jump back in terror once you see his sclera was black. He is a ghoul.  

'A g-ghoul... Oh fuck.' Sighing you turn around and hold your temple to calm yourself down. You want to help him, but he was ghoul. But then again he's bleeding all over your queen bed. Sighing again you head into your bathroom and inside the mirror pull out a sewing kit, disinfective wipes, extra wash cloths, and rubbing alcohol. Going back to the ghoul on your bed, you set the items down on your nightstand.

Getting up a second time you get a bowl of water from the kitchen. Coming back around you sit your self beside him on the bed. Your about to begin sewing up the much visible slash on his abdomen, but you get uncomfortable.

'He's a ghoul. What if out of nowhere he lashes out and tries to eat me?'

Getting off the bed, you walk outside the room to calm yourself. Pacing the living room for a few, you catch sight of a bright green ball hiding behind the curtain. Diving for ball you scramble around to grab it, further giving yourself a rug burn.

"Ow, damn doing this all for a guy I barely know... At least the ball seems the right size." You say staring down at the ball in your hands. It was as big as a cuties and would probably fit in his mouth. It was the ball you used when you were tense. Just for the heck of it you start squeezing it to release this new stress. Standing up you head towards your room.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You head to the door and open it. On the other side is two men in suits. You began to squeeze the ball more frequently and harshly. You don't say a word to the men.

"Excuse us, miss?" Says the older one of the two. The both politely bow there heads in greeting.

"...hi." you say awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. Clearing his throat the partner begins.

"Um... You didn't give me a chance to speak to you in the hall. I'm an investigator from the CCG. My name is Takizawa Seidou." The younger one says as he brings his arm out for you to shake. You comply and shake his hand.


"(L/n) (f/n)"

"Had you by chance seen anything out of the ordinary tonight"

'A ghoul was in my fucking bed and got it dirty!' "Nope, nothing strange. Why?", you respond calmly.

"The ghoul gourmet was seen entering the complex as well as many other ghouls who by chance entered the same building."

"Oh fuck..." Your still squeezing the stress ball.

"Are you okay miss (l/n)." The older one talked once again.

"Yeah!" You say alerted. They are shocked from your outburst. "Sorry, rough day. I work late hours." You say in a softer tone.

"We greatly understand." They politely bow their heads a little once more.

"Pardon me for asking, but why haven't you evacuated the tenants" you ask a bit harshly.

"Oh... Well there are to many people in the building to evacuate, and the ghouls that ran in may slip through including the gourmet. We apologize. " says Takizawa.

"No it's fine. Your business is our safety, I understand. But if you may, I must sleep for today. It was a pleasure to meet you both." You smile and bid them ado, and them to you.

"Goodbye miss (l/n)" they both say and you close the door. Sighing you stand there to catch your breath and calm your beating heart. Why would you go this far for a man you don't know? A ghoul! Taking these types of thoughts out of your head you head back to the still bleeding man on your bed.

Kneeling beside the unknown man on the bed, you begin to gently peel off the clothes against his torso. From the blood seeping onto the fabric and already on his skin, his clothes were sticking against him. So it made you feel even more unsettled being beside him, having to aid him.

Grabbing one of the wash clothes you dip it into the water. You then clean off all the blood. Missing anywhere to close to the wound. Though at one point you skim over it and he lets out a snarl. He's still sleeps. So you grab the small ball you brought with you and put it in his mouth. So if he was to wake up and feel a bit snacky, he would be to busy pulling the ball out his mouth to notice you running away. You also forgot that ghouls aren't exactly idiots and you'll get eaten either way.  But let's not talk about that.

Finishing off cleaning his skin, you try to not stare to hard or long at his abdomen. Now was not the time for girly feelings and fantasizing of random men. Mentally preparing yourself as you clean the needle with disinfectant wipes you do stare long and hard for a while. Though you quickly shake it off and begin to sew him up. This was for him to heal  quicker and stop bleeding, so you weren't using any real medical thread to patch him.

The first stab was scary, since he easily reacted with the sharp touch close to his open wound. Every stitch was easy after. You made the stitches spacious since his body would easily come together on its own, but you were just giving it a jump start.

While you were sewing him you just couldn't help but think why you would go this far for a ghoul. Even after you could've easily turned him in when you saw the investigators earlier. But to you everything was retaliation. Retaliation against your mother and father, two gifted investigators of the CCG. They wanted you to join the CCG as well but when you dropped out months before you could graduate they got angry. Though that anger only lasted a few weeks and they were okay with your choice. You joined medical school, they payed for your apartment first two months, and were happy with where your life was going. You were 17.

Then you bring up the hardships of a ghoul's life to them, and then your father is furious with you. Of course you still speak to them and them to you, but they keep sending letters to you about the CCG and how you'd be great help. Your smart, know martial arts, and already have years in CCG's school when you were an adolescent. Your now 19.

You didn't like the idea of killing the ghouls, even though it made sense to kill of something dangerous to the human race. But, the ghouls were just as human with the same organs, just more advanced. Though not in intellect, as your mother has told you countless times about the ghouls.

Since these ghouls were so closely related to the human race it would make sense of them to have offsprings. Families and friends just like the rest. It's a dog eat dog world and they too need to survive just like the humans. Humans kill for their food as well so what's the point? It's a dog eat dog world. Humans are superior.

When you finished sewing it together you got out another extra wash cloth. You put rubbing alcohol on it. Cautiously, you patted around the wounds edges and when he seemed to respond lightly to the alcohol you took it a step further. Pouring a little more onto the cloth, you put it directly on top of the stitched wound with more straight forward dabs. He didn't take that as well. His hands clenched the sheets around him and his head was thrashing the whole way through. He still slept. Also the the ball you gave him fell out of his mouth, but oh well. 

After getting him bandaged you decide you had to clean your sheets. Grabbing Mr. Ghoul by his legs you dragged him off your bed. He hit his head quite hard on the floor, but you didn't really care. And you didn't notice that you woke him up as well, but who cares? You apparently...

Still laying on the floor Tsukiyama watches you peel off all the sheet from the bed and walk out the room with it. He is in too much pain to get up. After the start of what sounds like a washer, he hears you coming back. He takes this short time to notice his surrounding. No doubt he was in your room probably. Also against him, he feels bandages tightly but somehow gently wrapped around him. He wants to undo it to check the damage done but your now back into the room. He closes his eyes and relaxes.

Peeking from one slightly closed eye he notices you peeling off plastic from the now bare bed. You picked it up so the blood that seeped out was now pooling into the middle. It was like a bag of blood. You walk into the bathroom and poor the blood into the tub. It easily goes down the drown and you clean the after red with a little water.

Going back to Mr. Ghoul you start to dispose of the his torn dress shirt and now notice how bright it was. You spend a while gawking at the choice of color. You finally throw the shirt away and on the way back to your room grab new a sheet and comforter. As you finish up the bed you notice how uncomfortable Mr. Ghoul looks on the floor.

You grab onto him as best as you can but find it to hard to actually lift him. Tsukiyama takes note of this and let's out a small chuckle at your lack of upper body strength. Hearing it so close to your ear, you immediately push him off and stand on your feet.

"Are you awake?!" you yell down on him. He seems to still be sleeping. But inside Tsukiyama is trying hard not to spite you by laughing more. He succeeds and doesn't moves.

Going with it you try again to move him. He has more muscle than you thought and you're finding trouble picking him up. Getting tired of your failure he gives you a little help. Getting a little stand on the ground he pushes himself up a little to help. It works and you easily set him on the bed. You take his shoes off, fix his sleeping posture, and pulled the blankets up a bit. Tsukiyama really loved the attention and he felt at home.

Looking at down at him you felt like your mother. In an odd nurse to grown man way. You felt like you had to do it. You kissed his forehead. This was like a practice course before you became a nurse or doctor of the future. It was like kissing the wound better. It made sense since you did push him onto the floor. Though it did give you a weird feeling since you didn't know the guy.

"Well... That was weird and uncalled for..." You stare down awkwardly at the man, even trying to avoid his inexistent gaze. "Hope you get better Mr. Ghoul. Good night." You say and pat his head a few times. You then exit the room.  

"Merci, mon cher" (thank you, my dear)

Instantly you slam open the door. You scan the room for the voice. Locking your eyes on the body on your bed you wait. After a while you hear a light snore. It must've been your imagination. Still you check.

"Are you awake?" You ask aloud. You still hear the light snoring. "Ok Goodnight... Again." You finally closed the door and left for the couch.

"Good night, amour"

"Oh my god! Don't make go in there again!"