Trials of the Kaneki family

Late night in the 13th ward of Tokyo, a popular club was under attack. This brazen attack would leave many unfortunate partiers dead and the CCG seething with righteous rage after the perpetrators escaped before their forces could take control of the site. The commander at the scene proclaimed that they would not rest till they brought righteous justice to the enemy of man and freed this ward from the terror called ghouls.

Meanwhile in just another nondescript small apartment in the 13th ward three figures were curled together in the one bed the apartment held. Of them two were female; smaller and younger looking than the third. Both looked about the age of a high schooler and looked remarkably similar to each other except their hair color; one with white hair the other with a dark black hue. For the most part they looked the part of a cute and frail Japanese stereotypical high school aged girl. But a more keen observation would reveal a well-toned musculature that even professionals would envy that hinted at their heritage. Fidgeting a bit, as an uncomfortable scene occurred in her dreams, the black haired one curled closer to the third figure with a troubled moan. Now this figure was undeniably male with his nude and well chiseled chest and abdomen providing a strong defensive wall for the other two now in their dreamscapes. Slight scars here and there seemed to be the only blemishes on his body. His facial features betrayed his family relation to the other two. As if by a universal prank, the male had somehow been given hair that matched the color of both his sisters. White hair was dominant at the tips of it while the closer it got to the crown of his head, the darker black it became. His powerful arms encircled the younger girls in a comforting, defensive way. Whether due to the young one's movements earlier or from sensing the foreboding events from the club, the male was awoken. He laid there for a few minutes as the fog of sleep cleared before smiling and stroking the face of the white haired girl causing her sleeping face to stupidly grin.

With practice ease, the young man slipped out of the bed with only small sounds of protest from his sleeping sisters. He silently snuck into the kitchen; thanking his superior night vision for not needing to turn on the lights and awake his charges. Once there he opened up a cabinet filled with all types of coffee and grabbed one of the cans of boss coffee. As he sipped it though he could not shake the feeling that something was off. Something in the air felt heavy. Like something dangerous was approaching; a feeling he had learned to appreciate many times over.

In order to get to the bottom of this, the man pulled out his phone. While using it he idly thought about the heated arguments that had come between him and the twins over why he got one and they didn't. Honestly he really didn't need it either. Granted it was convenient but he only really used it to be in contact for work and check the news occasionally. He was still miffed about the monthly bill he had to pay from their limited family funds. After unlocking it, the young man first checked his calls and emails and saw nothing important. Unfortunately when he opened it up to the news feed he subscribed to, he came across some unpleasant information. The news feed was particularly good at reporting on ghoul related articles and the top headline right now was about the current crisis with the club titled Attack by Binge Eater and Jason in progress, CCG currently storming site. A flurry of emotions went through the young man as his grip tightened on his coffee till the can started to dent in his grip. "Damn it Rize," he groaned quietly. Why did she have to go this far? Seriously that woman needed to learn self-control one of these days. There was no way the Doves would let this down.

No, this was like declaring war on the Doves and they would be coming in force with total pacification of the ward as their goal. The thought of more doves further ruined the male's mood. They were never a pleasant topic. He turned to one of the few truly personal effects in the room; a picture of five smiling people closely posed together in a park. SO engrossed in his memories that he didn't notice the smaller figure who poked her head sleepily out the bedroom door and asked, "Oniichan is everything ok?" The surprise caused him to jump in shock before regaining his composure. Taking a deep breath and turning back his sole kakugan back to a normal eye, he turned face his sister with a comforting smile. "Nothing Kuro. Just needed to check on something for work." Putting away his phone and deciding he'd deal with all of this in the morning, Kaneki Ken chugged the last of his coffee before coming back to the bed; rubbing Kuro on the top of her head as he walked past her as she closed the door for the night.

Omake:

Kuro: Hey Oniichan

Kaneki: Yeah Kuro?

Kuro: Did you know that the author, when writing the part in the bed, felt a little uncomfortable about it? Thought it sounded a little too much like a scene out of a porn doujin.

Kaneki: *Shudders* Lets never speak of this again.

Shiro: I'd totes read that doujin!

Kuro: …..

Kanek: … That's it no more internet for you.