Unwelcome [Kirishima Ayato x Reader]

Note:
>Art by m_ythal; you should totes check out her instagram
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Tags:
M/F | 3rd POV
Warning:
>Profanities, Violence, Sexual Themes
>Possible Spoilers for :re??

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Unwelcome

The Moment Kirishima Ayato saw her slinking around in the base, he knew this day would be shit. In fact, he could fill a whole book with reasons why they shouldn’t have let her in in the first place. Alas, there she was in all her conniving glory, sneering at him like she was in on a secret everyone aside from him was privy to.  
What a bitch.

She glided towards him with a fluidity that could only be defined as fucking creepy. Her lips twitched into a smile the moment they were face to face.

“Ayato, it has been too long,” she jeered.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked through gritted teeth although he already knew the answer. She used to be somewhat of an honorary member of Aogiri, which entailed occasionally working missions. He assumed that that’s what kept Aogiri off her back all those years. This was likely what she planned on doing with Goat, and probably every other fucking organization under the sun.

“Just running errands,” she grinned. “I hear you’ll be with me in the next one. What do you say? Just like old times?”

“By ‘old times’ do you mean the time you used me to bait a crap ton of doves so you could slip away, or the time you downright used me as a human shield when you fucked up and broke cover?” He said, not bothering to sheath the animosity in his tone.

She pretended to give him a thoughtful glance as she stepped closer, “You speak as though it was all pain and no pleasure.” If her lips hadn’t been a mere breath’s length away from his ear, he doubt he would’ve heard her speak. Ayato’s breath hitched despite himself, although remembering to keep his face neutral as if mattered.

“Shut your face,” he replied oh so eloquently before pushing her off and walking away. When he was a safe distance away, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

●●●

“We can’t trust her,” he announced the moment he stepped into Kaneki’s room. The white haired man in question was in the middle of shimmying into a pair of slacks.

“What? Ayato, what are you doing here? Get out.” Kaneki gestured in futility practically falling one or two times in the process. Ayato ignored this completely.

“No. She’s a double crossing asshole. I’ve worked with her before. I know what she’s capable of,” he muttered in fast intervals. Kaneki, finally coming into terms with the fact that Ayato won’t leave until his issues are addressed looked at the dark-haired man with resignation.

“I’m capable of seeing what must be done, and of doing it,” he heard her interject from behind, not even realizing she’d followed him all the way here.
“Her information is good,” Kaneki added. “I looked into it myself.”

Ayato could practically feel smugness radiating from her, effectively pissing him off even more as if it was still possible.  

“I know you aren’t in the best of terms, but you have to understand that we need to take advantage of every opportunity that comes to us,” Kaneki stood once he zipped up his pants. “And from what I heard, you seem to work well together.”

That wasn’t completely untrue. Sure, she’d often haul his ass deep down in the ocean of circumstances, placing her interest above his general safety, but she when it came down to it she got the job done. Moreover, she was nothing if not a good fighter, almost terrifyingly so. Almost.

“Fine,” Ayato relented broodingly. “But just this once.”

“Then,” Kaneki concluded, “If everything is in order, Miss [y/n].”

She spared Kaneki a millisecond smile and a miniscule bow. If Ayato did as much as blink he would’ve easily missed the warning glance Kaneki sent her way.

●●●

She opened the door to the dank hole she called her apartment, leading him in. In fact, it was barely furnished, save for a couch and a few appliances. The only thing of value, it seemed, was the industrial-grade coffee maker than sat on top of the kitchen counter.

Eventually, throughout his years of working with her, he figured out she had apartments like these scattered across the country at her disposal. It came in handy, he assumed, when she wanted to disappear for months on end. He never questioned it, though; not really seeing the point.

As per usual, she made her way to the kitchen preparing to make coffee. He let himself in, plopping himself down the couch, half lying down. For a while, he just stared languidly at her as she began to methodically grind the coffee beans. If he closed his eyes, he could practically taste the vestige of bitterness in the air.

“So?” He began, “What’s your brilliant plan?”

She shot him a glance from the corner of her eye before replying, “I’m sure you’ve heard of Sato Pharmaceuticals.”

“What about them?” He managed to keep the calm composure of his otherwise impatient tone. He flipped through the contents of the folder she left on top of the coffee table. It contained basic information about the said company – board members, projects, floor plans and all.

“Well, they’re one of the private companies CCG funds in the downlow. You know – through ‘NGO’s’ and affiliates.” Seemingly finished with grinding the coffee, she replaced the filter before depositing the entire contents of the bowl into the machine.

Surely enough, he confirmed her statement as he cross-referenced the financial reports. “So? This is hardly relevant.” Private corporations enjoyed privacy government-funded corporations don’t. Given that, this was hardly the first time CCG has done something like this.

That’s when a smile found its way across her lips, “I thought so too, until I saw something weird in the trade manifest.”

As if on cue, he flipped another page and there it was. Reading the expression on his face, she continued, “Inconsistencies.”

“So what? They’re a corrupt private corporation. What exactly are you getting at, [y/n]?”

She rolled her eyes at him in frustration, like she expected even a toddler could understand what she insinuating.

Asshole.

“I did some investigation and found out something interesting,” she concluded. His brows furrowed in response, trying to make sense of what she’d said.
“Additionally, they’ve made very questionable recruits. Take a look at their newest staff,” she walked over to him with a single cup of coffee and a folder in hand. Ayato took the folder and flipped through it with renewed fervor. Surely enough, his suspicions were true.

“Batshit doctors and a handful of ghouls.” It was almost a whisper when it escaped his lips.

“I know those ghouls quite intimately,” her lips do that twitch smile thing. “They’re notoriously known for being in the business of serving their own interests above all else.”

“Ah. That sounds familiar,” he looked up at her with obvious disdain.

“Well, for what’s it’s worth I’m here helping you out, aren’t I?” She practically purred. There was a distinct glint in her eye that mixed well with the smirk that played across her lips.

Before he could reply, she’d already found herself straddling his waist, her lips venturing dangerously close to his own.

“You are,” he replied with resignation, a few beats too late. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t distracted by their sudden proximity, and her welcome weight against his body.

“There have been disappearances,” she whispered against his ear, sounding entirely unaffected by the situation. But her body, oh god, if she would just stop grinding against him he could- Okay, her hands weren’t supposed to be there. No one’s hands should be in that place during a business meeting. Oh god, fuck shit fuck FUCK.

“D-disappearances?” he recovered practically stuttering, cursing himself.

“If you know where to look.” He felt she smirk widen into a grin against his cheek as her hands travelled the expanse of his clothed chest.
“Unmonitored experimentation on ghouls?” He concluded breathlessly.

“Yes,” she practically hissed against his ear. “All we know is that they haven’t been forthcoming about everything with CCG. Why doctor the manifests and records otherwise? They’re either onto something big, or are doing some uncouth bullshit they don’t think even the CCG would approve of.”

Ayato pulled her head back by the hair, earning a delighted hiss from the bottom of her throat. Without delay, he peppered butterfly kisses down the length of her neck, whispering against her skin, “Could be both.”

“Could be both,” she agreed. “Given my previous commitments and disposition, it would be easy for me to slip into their ranks.”

“So we infiltrate the company,” He replied, not really thinking about anything other than the warmth of the tips of her fingers as they found their way beneath his shirt.

She nodded, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. Although she pulled back momentarily, it was only to take the cup of coffee. She let the warm liquid lave her mouth with its bitterness without swallowing. Not a moment longer, her lips found his in an inelegant clash. Instinctively, they parted part to welcome her own pair, the bitter-sweet coffee along with it. There was something different about the way it tasted. Maybe she’d tweaked her recipe, or maybe it was just the taste of her lips; frankly Ayato was far from giving a shit at this point.

He realized that he should probably listen to the more rational side of his head that was telling him to push her off and get the job over it. Nothing good ever came with this woman’s presence. Especially for Ayato himself. But damn, it was as if all his body was physically capable of doing was pull her closer. She was a drug, he concluded. A terrible, terrible drug.

But holy fuck did the high feel absolutely stellar.

He felt hot. All he could do was melt against her ministrations, and she was well aware this. His body was a map she’d long since memorized. Ayato felt helpless beneath her touch, growing more and more lightheaded with each lingering caress.

Wait

The darkness in the corner of his eyes seemed to grow with each passing second. Even as he tried to clench his fists, they simply lied motionlessly. Something was wrong. The growing numbness in his body spread rapidly. In fact he could barely register as she pecked his lips, before mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ with the biggest smile across her face. Then, she spit the remnants of the drugged coffee from her mouth before pulling out a syringe from somewhere beneath the coffee table. Teetering dangerously between consciousness and unconsciousness, he could only watch as she wrapped a belt around her arm. Unexplainably, he was transfixed at how crimson pooled around the needle as it pierced through her skin.

She set him up.

●●●

Ayato didn’t know how many days he’d spent being poked and prodded by men in white coats who only seemed to be capable of speaking in medical jargon. If he wasn’t strapped down onto a surgical table being pumped with all sorts of drugs suffering through test after test, he was left in a white sterile room with only its four walls as company. Perhaps the solitary thing that kept him sane was the thought that he was gonna fucking murder that traitorous piece of shit the moment he gets out of here. Well if he got out.

The prospect of escaping, it seemed, was gradually dimming as time progressed. He couldn’t even remember what or when his last meal had been. Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he could still summon his Kagune. If he had any plans of escaping, he figured, it had to be executed sooner than later. What, he asked himself, would [y/n] do?



For a long while, he just stood in the middle of the room, counting his breaths. There was an eerie comfort, he guessed, in absence itself. This place felt like a bubble outside reality. God knew reality was never kind to him. Could he really blame that little part of himself that simply preferred to stay in the confines of this room over leaving? Even if he didn’t die escaping, he was certain he’d die fighting this fool’s war. But what was a man without his principles?

Without warning, he dropped to the ground. His throat strained as he released a shrill scream – a voice he barely even recognized as his own. But a display like this wouldn’t be enough to catch their attention. So, almost naturally, he contorted his body into shapes he didn’t realize it could form, whilst dragging his nails across his own skin. The sharp scent of iron pierced through the otherwise scentless room not long after. He knew that if he’d open his eyes he would see displaced bones beneath blood-slick skin, so he kept them closed.
God, maybe he was going batshit crazy after all.

The doors slid open a few minutes later. Ayato counted three pairs of feet in total, at least one of which he assumed would be a non-combatant doctor. The moment a pair of hands landed on his skin, he grasped the person by the wrist and twisted until he could hear their joints pop out of place, all in one fluid motion. Without missing a beat, he bit off three and a half of the medic’s fingers, before kicking him to wall with all the force he could muster. A crack resonated throughout the scant space of the room, its walls no longer a perfect shade of white.

For a long while the guards simply stared at him, as if not completely registering what had just transpired. The beady-eyed one was the first to move, lunging towards him. Ayato dodged it easily enough by sliding between the man’s legs whilst pulling him off balance by grabbing his ankle. In one swift moment, he positioned the man’s kneecap over his shoulder before yanking down without warning. The sound vaguely reminded him of stepping on shards of glass.

Sure enough, Ayato devoured a good portion of the guard’s calf in only two bites. Only five seconds later did he realize that the ringing in his ears was the sound of the man’s screams.

In hindsight, he probably should’ve paid more attention to the last man standing, because Ayato soon found himself pinned to the ground with the said man directly above him. The guard held him by the throat, screaming words his brain – in its current state – couldn’t quite decipher. The man bashed his head on the ground once or twice before giving up and just settling on just choking him. Ayato struggled of course, but his new found strength was quickly leaving him as his body’s oxygen supply thinned.

Pulling a Hail Mary, Ayato grasped at the man’s throat with full intention of ripping out his windpipe. Before he could, however, the man’s head was pulled back from behind, relieving Ayato from the guard’s crushing weight. He turned his back to the man, attempting to roll away as a fit of coughs riddled his whole being. Breathing felt like inhaling acid, but it was better than not breathing and his lungs exploding so he kept at it; priorities and all that crap.

“You!” he heard the guard say through gritted teeth through his dry heaving right before blood splattered across the ground. This could only mean one thing.

Ayato turned to face the intruder, and surely enough there she was looking down at him with an indecipherable expression across her face. In contrast to this, her voice was full of mirth as she practically purred, “I didn’t know you had it in you, Ayato.”

“Bitch,” he grabbed her by the collar and pushed her against the wall. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.” His voice was hoarse, barely even recognizable.
She batted her lashes at him in response, “But I just got such a nice gift for you.” She pulled out a keycard from her coat pocket. “The key to the city.”
It took a long while before she managed to pry his hands off of her, rolling her eyes at him in the process. After, she did a quick job of snapping the first guard’s neck, relieving him of the set of keys on his belt after.

“We’ve got five minutes,” she explained, “before they realize what’s going on.” She stripped out of the blood-soaked garments she currently wore, before slipping into a clean guard uniform she retrieved from her pack. It was impossible, Ayato realized, that the all that blood could come from just one person.

“Shouldn’t you be undercover?” he asked, understanding that bringing him in was how he got them to trust her enough for her to get her gnarled claws deep in the operation. It didn’t lessen his desire to wring her neck, but it did stay his hand.

“I’ve got all that we need,” she handed him a flash-drive and clean pair of the uniform, which he begrudgingly changed into.
“Follow me.” They made their way through serpentine hallways, each looking identical to the other. A minute later, she opened the door that lead what looked like a viewing room overlooking a… makeshift playroom? Surely enough, a handful of children were there.

Seeing the obvious confusion in his face, she began to explain, “They’ve isolated a specific gene that makes humans less susceptible to organ rejection when the organ in question is a ghoul. An abnormality of sorts. It involves the release of a specific combination of hormones throughout childhood, which eventually goes away upon aging. Of course, it’s not absolute. Many still die.”

“…So,” he attempted to begin despite the protestation of his throat, “They’re all…?”

“Half ghouls,” she finished. He could’ve sworn there was a hint of awe somewhere in her tone.

He could feel the bile rise from the back of his throat at the implication of her words, although he barely had any time to mull over it before she began to speak again.

“So?” She questioned.

“What?”

“What do you want to do? Either way they can’t stay here,” she mused languidly.  

“What exactly are you asking me, [y/n]?” He asked, despite knowing what she was about to say.

“Do you want to let them burn with this place, or do you want to take them with you for your little war?”

Only in that moment did he truly and feel utterly disgusted with the woman that stood before her. No, he wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of moral greatness, but she – she was something else. Wordlessly, he grabbed the card from her and made her way down to the playroom.

●●●

“I’d have to admit when I sent you to that mission a month ago I never thought you’d come home with a handful of children,” Kaneki mused as he settled beside Ayato, leaning against the railing overlooking the playground.

Ayato spared the other man a glance, returning his gaze to nowhere in particular soon after.

“I know it was difficult for you,” Kaneki continued with guarded caution, but before he could begin to babble and lose the point he was trying to make, he simply concluded with “Thank you.”

Ayato could only nod as he watched the [y/n] triumphantly finish folding what looked like an origami bunny, presenting it to her adoring crowd. That alone made the children look at her like she farted magic rainbows and coughed up bundles of flowers.

“Can any of you tell what this is?”

“A bunny rabbit!” One of the girls exclaimed.

“Well shit, I could’ve sworn it was a cat.” [y/n] quipped, humor thick in her tone. “What do you guys want me to make next?”

The kids practically smothered her with suggestions, to which she replied with a wide grin. Her attention shifted ever so slightly as she glanced at him. She stuck her tongue at him. Maybe, he thought, it was about time he gave up on making sense of what the fuck was going on in that woman’s head.

[END]