Anime RP Tokyo Ghoul: Roles Reversed AU (With GoldenDoggo)

[Kastellanos]

The morning light filtered through the window in front of the counter, carrying with it the scent of roasted beans and the freshness of spring showers. Karei stood behind the counter of Anteiku, sleeves rolled neatly to her elbows, hands busy polishing the delicate lip of a porcelain cup. Her reflection wavered in the glass of the pastry case, an odd sight, always. Human. Plain. Still here.


They called her the jewel of the café. That was her father’s doing, not hers. Yoshimura had said it first as a joke, maybe, but the ghouls who frequented Anteiku had taken it to heart. A rare novelty was considered. A living, breathing human, working under the roof of a ghoul-run business. Not a pet. Not prey. Something else entirely. Some visited just to watch her, thinking that human's were nothing more than food, apparently seeing one as a servant or worker was a show of wealth.


Karei hated the name she was given. Not because it was cruel... No, it was kind in a way that made her stomach turn. Ghouls didn’t speak gently to humans. Not usually. But here, they offered her poems with their lattes, folded cranes out of napkins, asked her about her day like they meant it. As if she were glass. As if they wanted to own her.


And every week, without fail, someone offered to take her off her father’s hands. Offers of more humans to trade, status, money, anything they could think that he could possibly want for her, like she was nothing more than a piece of property.


“She’d make a beautiful centerpiece,” A ghoul woman had said once, smiling too widely over her cappuccino with beady eyes that never left Karei. “You could charge admission to just sit and look at her. I know I would!”


Yoshimura had smiled in return, gently, kindly, and told them no, like he always did. Karei had stood in the back room, pressing a trembling fist against her chest and waiting for the smile to drop from her father’s face when she couldn’t see it. It never did. She knew he wouldn't sell her or give her away, but the fear was always in the back of her mind...


Karei set the cup down now, polished to a shine, just as the bell above the door jingled. Karei straightened her apron, smoothed her hands over her skirt, and turned toward the entrance with practiced grace. A fake smile on her lips that was perfected to look real.


“Welcome to Anteiku,” Karei chimed, her voice sweet but steady, moving to stand in front of the counter, hands clasped together as she continued. “Please, have a seat anywhere you like.”

 

[GoldenDoggo]

Uta lingers at the doorway a moment longer than needed, eyes fixed on the human girl before him. The sun pushed a long shadow across the floor as rays of light danced across the tiles, but Uta remains motionless, eyes fixed on the girl before him. He wears a crafted expression -detached, disinterested yet calming. There was something about the way he watched Karei; it felt deliberate, like he was dragging out this quick moment of time into a century. This silence is broken by a quick and dismissive response of “my usual” as he strides to a nearby table, ignoring any attempt at an acknowledgment.

Uta had become a regular at Anteiku. He frequented the coffee shop almost every other day. He had become a phantom a ghost. He would appear and vanish from Anteiku like formless smoke, just long enough for coffee and a quick chat before slipping back into the streets. He slid into an open chair and slowly placed a hand on the table, black nails clicking against the wood in a slow rhythmic beat. He sat and watched, even with his calm expression anyone can tell his eyes are fixed onto the “Jewel of the Cafe” as Karei was often called. Uta isn’t one of the many ghouls who openly asked for Karei, like the others at the cafe, though his following gaze could tell his motive is no different.

Uta waited patiently for his order and for Karei. His eyes following her around the cafe, watching her prepare the coffee that he enjoys almost every day. As she hurried over, platter in hand with his drink he sits, waiting for her to come closer, waiting for her to come to him. Karei sets down the platter and gave him his coffee and a mumble of “your usual.” Uta looked up and breaks the quiet murmur of the Cafe with a question.

“Do you ever get tired of being locked in your display box, Karei?” His voice cut through the air precisely. “It must get dull, watching the world move while you stay perfectly still. But I suppose there aren’t many places for someone like you to go, are there?” The question lingered in the air as he stared into her eyes.

He leaned back in his seat, lifting his cup with one hand while the other tapped a slow, steady beat on the table. “I just can’t imagine,” he continued, tone slower. “Sure, you meet interesting people. You smile. You serve. But you’re still a spectacle in a cage. A jewel in a vault, a display piece.” He sipped his coffee, then let the cup rest. His eyes never left hers. “Tell me, Karei… do you ever wish for way out of your box” he asked-calm, composed and waited for her response.

 

[Kastellanos]

Karei stood still for a breath too long after placing the cup down, her fingers still lightly resting on the edge of the tray. Uta’s words echoed in her mind; there was no way she could answer truthfully, and it wasn't like the human wasn't used to lying at such questions. Her heart fluttered, but her expression remained serene, composed, the complete opposite of her wanting to answer with a heartfelt yes and running off to truly live her life how she wanted. A soft smile curved her lips, not the one she wore for customers, but the one she kept tucked behind her teeth when she knew the answer wouldn’t be what they wanted to hear.

“No,” Karei said, voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes, a soft umber, met his with startling clarity. She stood straight, lifting the tray once more, but not yet walking away. She could feel her father's eyes staring at her, almost like he was expecting her to perform for him. “I don’t wish to leave.”

“My father gave me this place. This space to breathe, to be… to survive. I’m not caged, Uta. I’m protected.” Her gaze shifted slightly, just enough to scan the windows, the blurred world outside then back to him. Eyes stared at her, but her facade never cracked, never hinted that she wished Uta could see through the well-performed lies.

“Out there,” Karei continued gently, there was no drama in her tone, no trembling dread. Just certainty. The kind that comes from having already seen too much. Karei wasn't shielded from the truth; she knew all too well what the world outside for humans was like. "It isn’t just freedom waiting. It’s death. Or something worse.”

“I’d rather be loved and safe in a box than free and forgotten in the dirt.” Her smile returned, delicate as ever, but with something deeper beneath it. A quiet sadness... Karei gave a polite nod, stepping back a pace.

“So no, I don’t dream of keys or escape. I dream of mornings like this, of coffee I get to make and enjoy, of sunlight on tiles, and hands that don’t let go too easily.” Then she turned, slowly walking back to the counter, her silhouette soft against the rays of golden light. Karei stood behind the counter like a good trainer, little servant, watching as her smiling father stepped forward.

"So elegantly spoken, Karei. Though I perhaps I do have to worry about letting you go one day. I can't keep you forever, as much as it pains me with the idea of leaving her all alone." Yoshimura sighed. When he looked away, only then did a crack appear, Karei's face falling as she hated that even worse than being disposed of. Her father's death would result in her downfall, and that was another fear Karei couldn't shake.

 

[GoldenDoggo]

Koma sat quietly, watching the exchange between Uta and Karei unfold. He remained silent, just like many times before. He turned away from the scene and back to his coffee. As he lifted the cup, steam rolled lazily toward the ceiling, the rich aroma filling the air. He loved it. Mastery brewed into its being. He had Karei to thank for that. By now, she must have perfected her craft. He sympathized with her the situation she was in, Things in could change so quickly.

What would Karei do when Yoshimura passes on?

The thought unsettled him. Without Yoshimura’s protection, Karei would be thrown into a world she couldn’t survive in. At best, someone like Uta would snatch her and put her in another cage or worse, this time without the old man’s kindness. At worst, some ghoul would pick her off the street for a meal. Koma couldn’t allow that. He wouldn’t let anyone shatter his jewel.

He sat grim, appetite gone, mind racing. What should be done? The question bounced in his head until it finally settled. I’ll have to act first. He’d wait and watch for any sign Yoshimura’s health was failing. The when the time came, he would move. She’d be safe with him. The reasoning soothed him. The jewel of Anteiku must be preserved. No one like Uta would take her. Not while he still breathed. And besides… who else would make him coffee like this?

His panic faded as quickly as it had come. He knew he could protect her. He was still the leader of the Devil Apes, even if they’d long faded into obscurity. His connections remained, people he could summon for one last job if it came to that. He doubted they’d understand why he’d risk everything for a single human girl. But they were his failsafe his final option if it came to it.

Koma finished his coffee, setting the cup down. The risks, the threats they were gone. His jewel would be safe. With him. He would show her the world, protect her, keep her close. When the time came, he’d whisk her away. The thought of having her all to himself sent a rare, quiet satisfaction through him.

Giddy with confidence in his plan, Koma raised his empty cup “Refill,” he called.

 

[Kastellanos]

The mask was back on Karei as she heard a familiar voice call for a refill. The scared look in her eyes temporarily disappeared, and the smile returned to her lips as she went to tend to Koma. She took the pot with practiced hands, steam coiling from the spout like a ribbon of warmth. Her footsteps were light across the floor of Anteiku, careful not to disturb the fragile peace that always lingered like a breath not yet exhaled.

As she approached Koma’s table, she noticed the way his fingers curled around the empty cup. She poured the coffee gently, the liquid swirling dark and rich into the cup. The smell alone made her smile faintly. She didn’t need him to say it aloud; she knew this was his favorite blend.

“Here you go, Koma, Sir. ” Karei said softly, trying to sound warm and friendly. “Fresh. Just how you like it.”

Before she could turn to leave for the back room, however, Yoshimura’s gentle voice cut through the quiet. “Karei.”

Karei turned to him immediately, straightening instinctively. There was something heavy in his tone, the kind of weight that came when he was about to speak seriously. Yoshimura sat at his usual table, hands clasped in front of him, his expression serene but pensive. The morning light caught in the silver of his hair, and for a moment, he looked every bit the weary guardian that he was.

“I’ve been thinking,” The old ghoul began, pausing to glance between her and Koma. Karei's heart clenched, but she didn't let it show on her face. She nodded silently, acknowledging what he was about to talk about. “About what will happen to Anteiku when I’m no longer here.”

“I’d like to find someone worthy of taking over,” Yoshimura continued, his voice calm, but each word etched with finality. “Someone who understands what this place truly means. Who will protect it... and you.”

She swallowed gently, her voice quiet. “I understand, Father.”

Yoshimura looked at her more directly now, kindness in his eyes, but also something else. Something more personal. Something he would willingly speak about out in the open.

“Or…” Yoshimura hummed, folding his hands slightly tighter, “Would you prefer I search for a suitor instead?”

Karei blinked. Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak right away. Her eyes darted, just for a breath, toward Koma. Then, back to the old man she trusted more than anyone in the world. The question was obviously something she didn't want to answer here or now.

“I hope to find someone,” Yoshimura added gently, “who could love you as much as I have. Who sees the light in you, the strength.”

“I trust your decision,” Karei answered, her voice firm but tender. “Whatever path you choose, I’ll follow it. You’ve always known what’s best.”

But Yoshimura shook his head gently. His smile was patient, his gaze steady. “No, my dear. It shouldn’t be only my decision. This must be yours as well.”

Karei looked down at her hands, still curled lightly around the coffee pot. She felt the warmth of the glass seep into her palms. Felt the warmth of his words sinking into her chest. Her decision. The weight of it pressed against her ribcage like something waiting to bloom. She nodded once, quietly, as the sound of the café continued around them, cups clinking, chairs sliding, the gentle murmur of peaceful moments.

“I’ll think about it,” Karei said, lifting her eyes to meet his again. This was done out in the open, on purpose; he wanted the word to spread, for ghouls near and far to whisper or talk about this. Not only will it drum up business, but the loose ends when his passing does come will be all neatly taken care of.

With that, she continued her work; the jewel of the cafe had a lot of chores to still do.

 

[GoldenDoggo]

Everyone listened as Yoshimura and Karei spoke — their conversation hooked the attention of every ghoul in the coffee shop. Both Koma and Uta came to the same grim understanding: time had run out. There was no more waiting — not for Yoshimura to grow old, not to convince Karei to run away with them. That window had slammed shut. Every single ghoul in the café knew this offer wouldn’t linger; someone would claim her — steal the jewel right out of its case.

Koma sat stiff, desperately trying to hold his composure as his carefully laid plans unraveled before him. All his scheming gave him no comfort now. Panic clawed at his mind — images of Karei trapped in some lair, a prisoner of some deviant ghoul, haunted him. He had to act — fast. If he could just reach her first, bring her back to him… Not now, he thought, too many witnesses. Tonight. I’ll save her tonight.

Uta sat nearby, eyes fixed on nothing. His jewel — his Karei — was going to be stolen, caged, hidden from the light… hidden from him. The weight of it left him powerless, something he despised. He’d had time before. Now, it was gone — stolen. He scanned the room, watching the others reach the same grim realization… except for one. Koma.

Koma sat there, seemingly untouched by the tension, as if none of this mattered. How can he be so calm? Karei will be gone. Uta’s hands clenched. Then it struck him — he planned something. Everyone else would scramble in the coming days, clawing for Karei’s favor, hoping to inherit the café. But someone — anyone — could take her by force. Tonight, even. Uta’s jaw tightened. I won’t let him win. I will have my jewel.

Night fell on the café. Streetlights bathed the empty streets in a pale glow as shadows danced in the flickering light. The air bit cold, every breath turning to fog. The café stood silent, closed, matching the quiet of the street.

Through this stillness, a figure crept toward the back door. Koma pressed his hand against it, forcing it open with a slight shift of his weight. The old wood gave with a soft crack. Careful to avoid the creaking floorboards, he moved toward the upper floor — toward where Yoshimura and Karei slept.

At her door, he eased it open and slipped inside, a phantom in the dark. His mask hid his face — a precaution in case another ghoul saw him. But he knew if Karei woke to see the Devil Ape, keeping her quiet would be… complicated.

As he drew closer to the bed, he couldn’t help but admire the sleeping girl. He knelt beside her, studying her soft face. We’re so close now, he thought. Soon, you’ll be safe with me. He brushed his fingers lightly across her cheek.

“Leave her.” The voice came from the shadows.

Koma snapped his head up. By the window, half-shrouded in darkness, stood Uta — eyes burning with rage. Before Koma could move, Uta leapt from the sill, crashing into him with a heavy thud.

“She’s mine,” Uta snarled.

 

[Kastellanos]

Karei woke with a start, the echo of violence ringing in her ears. Something had crashed; it wasn't in the alley or the distance, it was in her room. Her heart lunged in her chest, limbs frozen in that long, breathless moment between sleep and panic. The air in the room even felt off, like a predator watched her from the darkness. Karei lay still, head half-lifted from the pillow, every muscle tensed, her eyes closed as she played like she was asleep, like her heart wasn't racing in her chest.

Karei's eyes peeked open slightly in a moment of bravery. The shadows stretched long across her floor. Familiar shapes distorted by motion. Something was moving. The corner chair had been knocked askew. Her small shelf leaned just a little off-balance. A grunt, low and muffled — as if someone had the breath knocked out of them. The quick shuffle of weight. A heel scraping the floor. The baseboard creaked as if someone had been slammed into it.

Karei's breath caught in her throat, lungs refusing to fill. There was someone in her room. No.... It was two someones.

Karei sat up, stiff and shivering, the blanket falling from her lap in a whisper of fabric. Her eyes watched the two, every alert in her mind blared to run, hide, get away from them. She could barely make out the shifting outlines of two bodies, tangled and circling, locked in a brutal ballet she wasn’t meant to see. Terror pierced through the sleep that clouded Karei's mind.

“Stop!” Karei shouted, her voice cracking with fear, quivering in a way neither of them nor her have heard before. “Stop it, get out!”

Her stomach dropped as she scrambled off the bed, and her toes slammed against the cold wood floor. Pain shot up her leg, but she didn’t stop. She sprinted to the bathroom, the hem of her sleep shirt catching on the corner of the nightstand as she stumbled past. She crashed against the bathroom door, flung it shut, and shoved the lock home with a trembling hand.

A small sound of the lock seemed to echo through the room; it felt like a barricade. Karei backed away until her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the tile floor in a heap. The bathroom was pitch black, just the dull glow of moonlight from the gap beneath the door.

Karei knees pressed to her chest, arms wound tight around herself. Her breath came in shallow bursts, her chest heaving like she’d been running for miles, and she could hear the beating of her heart in her ears. Sweat slicked her skin despite the cold tile seeping into her spine.

Karei flinched at every sound, hands clamped over her ears, as if that could shut out the truth. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. Blood bloomed on her tongue, metallic and warm. It was the only thing that kept her quiet. The only thing that kept her from sobbing aloud.

 

[GoldenDoggo]

Koma slipped his hand from Uta’s grasp and grabbed the back of his head, slamming it into the hardwood floor with a brutal crack. Blood splattered across Koma’s hand as Uta collapsed, limp and motionless. Koma staggered back, chest heaving, staring at the body before him. Had he just killed someone?

The panic surged through him before a faint groan broke the silence. Uta wasn’t dead—just unconscious. Still breathing.
Koma slowly took his mask off his face dripped of sweat from the encounter.
Koma’s hand trembled as he wiped his brow, only to smear a streak of blood across his cheek. He had done this. There was no turning back now.

From the bathroom, Karei’s quiet sobs seeped through the thin wall. Koma stood frozen. He had failed her—he let this happen. But it was too far gone to fall apart. He had acted. He had fought for her. He had nearly killed for her. All of it for her safety, for the chance to hold her, a chance to save her, a chance to touch her…

He had lost all of his time. He had to vanish before Uta regained his senses

The moment had been tainted. Whatever clean, heroic rescue he had envisioned—it was gone. This escape would begin in blood. Uta had ruined everything. But Koma would make him pay—one day. Or maybe he wouldn’t even remember this night once he had Karei by his side. Maybe they’d be happy enough to forget.

He limped toward the bathroom door. It was locked—again. Of course it was. He sighed and took a step back before ramming his shoulder into the wood. It cracked open.

And there she was.

Karei sat curled on the floor, shaking, barely holding herself upright. Her eyes, wide and frightened, locked onto his.

How had it come to this? What kind of monster could reduce her to this state? What kind of man would do this to someone like her?

Koma stepped forward and knelt beside her, gently wrapping his arms around her body. The warmth of her body against his chest quieted every ache, every doubt. It was enough—just to hold her.

Without a word, he lifted her and carried her past Uta’s unconscious form, blood staining the wood. Koma moved slowly toward the open window, then jumped.

They landed on a nearby rooftop. The city was quiet now, the chaos behind them fading into shadow. They ran under the cover of darkness, rooftops stretching endlessly before them. Koma held her tightly.

And yet… she was scared trembling in his arms.

He had freed her. He had fought for her. Why was she still afraid?

It gnawed at him. Shouldn’t she see what he had done for her? Shouldn’t she understand?

They stopped at a rooftop far from the café. From here, the ward sprawled out beneath them, glowing in a haze of streetlights and stars. The wind stirred gently, brushing against them like a whisper. Koma set her down, placing his hands on her shoulders. His blood stained her shirt

“I saved you, Karei,” he said softly. “You’re safe now. I’m sorry but it’s worth it now” he said.

 

[Kastellanos]

A whimper escaped Karei as the door was broken to gain access to her; she scooted away and stared at the person entering with tear-filled eyes. The small woman didn't believe who it was; she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her as she stared up at Koma, blinking as she felt she had been seeing things.

"K-Koma?" Karei's voice wavered, filled with fear, as she flinched when he moved closer. Turning away, her eyes closed tightly as she expected him to pounce on her, for teeth to connect and rip her flesh from bone, but that never seemed to come. His lifting her was a surprise, opening her eyes and looking up at him as the sick feeling in her stomach grew with each passing second.

"U-Uta?" Karei's voice rang out as Koma stepped over his body, her eyes going wide again as now she knew who had been fighting over her. Worried for him, she watched Uta's body as they headed to the window, his lungs filling and closing caused her to settle a bit. At least he wasn't dead, but that still wasn't enough of a comfort as she shivered and trembled like the wind blowing against a stubborn leaf on a tree.

Karei whimpered as Koma ran off into the night with her. She clung to him, terrified about being dropped or attacked in the air or this high up. Her eyes closed tightly, her face pressed against his chest as she just wanted this to be over. Her eyes snapped open as she was set down, looking around her as tears filled her eyes yet again.

"W-What are you going to do with me?" Karei whispered when she looked up at him, her hands gripping her nightdress as it fluttered with the wind. There were clearly more questions, much more that she wanted to say, but years of imprisonment had taught her to mind her words and manners, that speaking freely wasn't truly allowed.

"Koma-san, what a-are you going to do with me?" Karei asked again, a little louder and a lot braver this time. "Are you going t-to eat me? Am I going to be your pet?"

"O-Or am I your servant now?" Karei stopped herself and the questions. The next one she was going to ask was far scarier than being eaten. She would rather he kill her than force her to be his wife, or worse, force her to have children with him. As frowned upon as hybrids were, they still weren't looked down on enough to stop their creation from happening.

"P-Please, I-I-" Karei started to sob, fear and panic were crossing through her, she thought she would have more time than to worry about her fate. "I-I am scared of heights, c-can we get down?"

It was a lie, but she needed to seem like she did not think the worst of the ghoul, that she was going to trust him for now. To try to live or find a way to live a new comfortable life as long as she could, there was going to be a lot of lying involved. Karei moved closer to him, clinging to him, holding tightly as she trembled again, her face buried against him. How could he have done this? Koma had always been so polite, a wonderful customer that she looked forward to seeing. Had he always wanted her in some way?

 

[GoldenDoggo]

Koma glanced down at Karei, still trembling in his arms. Her fear disturbed him—it crawled beneath his skin and burned in his chest. How could someone make her feel this way? It was unacceptable. He had to calm her down, even if she was quiet now. They needed to move—fast—before anyone heard or saw them. The Jewel of the Café would be safe soon, even if it hurt him that she’d need to be locked away for a few days. But it was necessary.

And still, despite the situation, the thought of being secluded with her—just the two of them in the safe house—sparked something in him. So much time to grow closer. So much time for her to understand.

“We can go down now,” he said, voice a bit blank, eyes still fixed on the horizon. They were high up, higher than she’d ever been, but his mind was elsewhere—split between a vision of their future and a bitter stab of disappointment. Why wasn’t she thankful? Why couldn’t she see what he was giving her?

He picked her up again, gently, and started moving. Just minutes later, they arrived.

The safe house was an old apartment tucked between rooftops, one bedroom, one bathroom, a cramped living space shared with a tiny kitchen. It was sparse, furnished just enough to function. One bed. One couch. He could sleep on the couch—if it came to that—but deep down, he hoped tonight would be different. He wanted to be near her, to comfort her, to show her how lucky she was. She was free now. And free with him.


Koma let her down gently inside. The apartment was clean, almost sterile—prepped by some of his associates who hadn’t bothered to make it feel like a home. A few grocery bags rested untouched in the kitchen.

His eyes trailed down to her blood-soaked clothes. No wonder she was still so tense—anyone would be uncomfortable dressed in that, the blood stained outfit she wore still clung to her body .Especially someone like her. That wouldn’t do. He’d have someone come by in the morning to take the ruined things away, bring her new clothes, better clothes. But for now…

“Karei,” he said softly, trying to smile, keeping his tone light and careful, “take off your clothes.”

He stepped closer, still smiling, though tension clung to his voice. “If you need help, I’m here for you—but what you’re wearing just won’t do.” His eyes lingered on her form, but he forced himself to look away. He needed to focus. Her safety. Her comfort. Her happiness. That’s what mattered. She would be safe here. She would love him here.

Uta awakes back in Karei room

He groaned as pain bloomed behind his eyes. Blood clung to his skin, sticky and drying fast. He raised himself slowly, the world spinning around him like a carousel before finally settling. The café was empty. The window still open. A breeze drifted in, gentle and cold.

She was gone.

He didn’t scream. He didn’t curse. He just stood there, breathing slowly, shaking slightly from the blow he had taken. But his mind was already moving. He would find her. He would search every alley, every rooftop, every shadow in Tokyo for even a whisper of her presence. Koma would not be safe.

Not from him.

 

[Kastellanos]

Karei's thoughts swarmed with questions about Koma. About how he could have done this, or what his goal was. It didn't help that he hadn't answered her question, but from the way he carried her so softly and gently, perhaps he didn't have the worst intentions; at the very least, he didn't want to eat her or bring her harm. The trembling slowly stopped, the fear was still there, but the shock and adrenaline of what happened were wearing off.

Arriving at the apartment, Karei's eyes scanned over the place. Small, but it wasn't like she had much say in the matter of living situation. The small woman looked up at Koma, quietly waiting for him to say something, an explanation, a command, something. He had said something about saving her; perhaps this was all a misunderstanding, maybe he had seen Uta try to take her, or... Her mind was racing for a reason; she almost didn't hear Koma and her eyes shot up at him, growing slightly wide as she thought she had misheard him.

"W-What? I-I can do it myself." Karei's face burned brightly at his command, looking down as it was covered in blood. She glanced around, eyes scanning the room as she felt a wave of heat burning her face and coloring her cheeks a light red. Her hands moved to the hem of the fabric, toying with it as she waited to ask her question sheepishly. "Do you have anything I can change into, Sir?"

As the clothes were removed from her body, her hands trembling slightly as she folded the blood-stained clothes, there was still blood staining her skin. Karei was stuck in her undergarments, shivering softly and arms wrapped around her body, trying to hide her body as much as she could. A small frown etched its way along her lips as she started to speak and stopped before continuing. "May I... May I please have a shower, Sir?"

“How long are you planning to keep me here? How l-long are you going to keep me here?" The questions came out before Karei could stop herself. One of her hands moved to her mouth to keep herself from speaking, hoping she didn't sound as scared as she was inside. She felt like she was going to be sick; it felt like he had this planned for a while. This place couldn't have been set up by this afternoon, right?

 

[GoldenDoggo]

As Karei stood in front of Koma, clad only in her undergarments, his mind raced. His eyes darted from one body part to another, taking in her legs, her face, her cleavage, her hips, and her slender hands trying to cover herself. The sheer excitement caused him to freeze for a moment. She was so beautiful; he never thought he would get this close. She really was the perfect woman in every way.

“There won’t be any new clothes until tomorrow morning. I’ll have someone drop something off. Any special requests?” he said, trying to hold back his admiration and lust as he looked at her, marveling at the beauty she possessed the beauty he now possessed.

Koma looked down for a moment and realized the state he was in. He was dirty, unclean, soaked in the heathen Uta blood and his own. He still had an open gash in his leg, and small droplets of blood followed him from the entrance. Koma was hurt, dirty, and exhausted from the night's events, and a looming sense of dread still seemed to follow him. He wanted comfort, he wanted to provide comfort, and he wanted to be with Karei. He’d allow her more freedoms after tonight, but after what he'd been through, he felt justified to spend every waking moment by her side.

“I’m going to join you in the shower. I need to wash myself,” he said, his voice demanding. She needed to understand the dynamic they were going to have—one where, even if she didn’t understand, she’d trust Koma as having her best interests and safety in mind. He would be her gentle and powerful caretaker, someone to keep her safe, someone to hold her, to keep her safe in his arms and his alone.

Koma took Karei's wrist and led her to the bathroom. He started to undress himself, slowly pulling his shirt off his body, wincing from the scratches and wounds Uta had inflicted. He whispered under his breath, “Damn you, Uta.” Then came the moment he was most scared of; he didn’t want Karei to think he was going to rape her. He just wanted to be close, to touch her, to be intimate. He exhaled slowly, undoing his belt and allowing his pants to fall down, pooling at his feet, exposing himself. He looked down at the gash on his leg; it was a lot worse than he thought. It had been bleeding for a while and could have left a trail...

“No, he was safe here with Karei. There is no reason to worry; it would ruin this beautiful moment,” he thought to himself. He guided Karei into the shower, standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders as she faced away from him. His hands traced against her frame; he truly loved her, and every cut was worth it for this moment. His hands traced her body from her luscious hair to her hips. He couldn’t stop but smile; she was so beautiful, and now she was his. Their future together would be so beautiful.

A couple of hours later...

Uta scanned the rooftops for any sign of that bastard Koma and his hostage, Karei. He wandered around aimlessly, searching for anything, and then he found something—a collection of blood droplets in a trail. He had found it, a way to his jewel. He would not allow her to be hurt by Koma any more, to be tortured by the oaf.

 

[Kastellanos]

"I-I don't have any special requests... Sir." Karei replied, looking at the ground as she could feel his gaze on her, she didn't have to look to know it was filled with lust or like she was the best meal he would ever have. She hated the feeling, but there wasn't anything she could do to stop him. Karei didn't know how she would be able to deal with this feeling until tomorrow, how she could go without something to cover up, perhaps she can hide away with a blanket?

Karei looked up at him, wide-eyed again, as he said he would join her in a shower, the small human shook her head in protest. "I-I can do it myself."

Karei didn't get much time to protest as he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the bathroom and started to get undressed. She turned away, not looking at him, and shivering softly. Somehow, she managed to keep from crying; if he caught her crying, he might not take it well. He didn't force her to turn to him, but his touch did cause her to jump. She couldn't relax in the warm waters like she normally would; she could feel his eyes on her body, and his hands touching her didn't help either. Karei forced herself to stay still, to not move away or shiver or tremble under his touch.

Getting out of the shower, she was at least given towels, the one wrapped around her body she had held onto with a death grip, her knuckles turning white, and she refused to look up at Koma. Karei didn't know when she fell asleep; she didn't remember agreeing to sleep in the same bed as Koma.

The morning light seeped into the window, Karei snuggled deeper against... someone? Her eyes popped open quickly as she sat up, looking down at the ghoul and scooting away from him. A yelp came from Karei as she looked down to reveal that she was naked, and she felt sick to her stomach. Quickly, Karei grabbed the blanket to cover herself, her mind reeling as she tried to remember what happened after the shower, had anything happened?

"Um.... K-Koma, Sir?" Karei's voice wavered with fear as she spoke, scared to wake him and scared to wait for him to wake up. She sat there, looking out the window at the new view, supposing that this would be her life from now on, hidden from the world. At least it was quiet here.

 

[GoldenDoggo]

Koma suddenly awoke to a yelp beside him, his vision slowly unblurred and focused on the figure: it was Karei. Her nude body pushed against the blanket shielding her from his gaze, then he remembered he had laid beside Karei all night long, “what a privilege” he thought. She had wanted to rest after the long night they had suffered through, he lay beside her to keep her safe, no matter how hard it was to control his urges.

Koma wanted to touch Karei, much more than what he had accomplished in the shower. He wanted to coax her, to relieve her of her stress and panic over last night's ordeal. He wanted to touch her and feel her soft breasts, her slender face, her curvy hip, her plump ass.

Didn’t he deserve this comfort?

Why couldn’t he just claim what he had rightfully taken? She owed him her life, where was his heroes welcome, his reward? It began to infuriate him, how could she lie there and act so scared, so weak? Didn’t she understand what she owed him? Most of all, her tantalizing figure, her body, taunting him whenever he looked at her, how could she do this to him?

Koma took a breath and slowed down. He was fine, she didn’t owe him anything, she deserved the rights to her body, to protect herself. All he had done was take action to allow Karei to continue her quiet and peaceful life, especially since…

This was dumb.

Koma lunged from his rest, one hand ripping the blanket protecting Karei’s body from her grasp, the other pinning her to the mattress. He had spent his entire life planning, being careful, thinking things through, but it held him back. He never got this close to Karei by thinking things through. They would have never had a relationship like this. She should consider this a gift, a prize. He had saved her.

Koma's naked body laid on top of the small frame of Karei. It had seemed so easy; she didn’t have the strength or skill to break from his grasp. She wanted this because she had awoken earlier than he did and didn’t immediately scramble out of the bed, that's basically consent. Koma's dick rested on Karei’s stomach, already getting hard from the excitement. “It’s okay Karei, I understand. I’ll go easy. I don’t want to hurt you,” Koma said, though he didn’t believe or have any intention of following through. He just didn’t want her to cry; it would feel wrong.

Koma’s dick started to throb, growing against the length of Karei's stomach. Koma grabbed both of her wrists, holding them over her head, his other hand lowering down to grab his cock. He slowly traced it against her entrance, parting her lower lips, smearing pre-cum. He then pushed himself inside with a single thrust, his penis engulfed inside her. It was heavenly. He began to fuck her, increasing the pace as he stared into her eyes with a smile. How could she not be enjoying this?

A few miles away

Uta followed the trail of blood droplets, often having to take breaks due to his head injury, a gift from the monkey. But he was close; he could feel it. His jewel was still within his grasp. He prayed for her safety, prayed that the stupid gorilla hadn’t hurt her. If she was hurt, he didn’t know what he would do. He needed to hurry.

 

[Kastellanos]

Karei started to move back a little as he woke up, her blue eyes staring at him as she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He just stared at her, fear boiled in her stomach as she started to move away, toward the edge of the bed, before she was pounced on. A scream broke the quiet morning air.

"P-Please! No! Stop!" Karei yelled, her throat already sore from her desperate cries as she was pinned to the bed. Tears poured from her eyes as she stared up at the man, face red with embarrassment. She shouldn't have woken him up; she should have hidden, tried to run, anything but wake him up. Karei's heart pounded in her chest as Koma's weight pressed down on her, his grip firm, and her mind raced, a whirlwind of fear and confusion as she struggled against his hold.

She stared up at Koma, her blue eyes wide with terror, as she begged him to release her. Her nails clawed at him, her body wiggled beneath his weight, and her legs kicked, trying to get away and keep him away. She kept trying to fight him off, her hands pushing against his chest, but his strength was too much. "Please d-don't do this!"

"It hurts!" Karei sobbed, her body tensing as he pushed inside her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, a sensation that sent waves of nausea through her body. As Koma began to move, his thrusts increasing in pace, Karei turned her head away, unable to look at him. She focused on the wall, her eyes blurring with tears as she tried to disconnect from the reality of what was happening. Her body ached, each movement sending a fresh wave of pain through her, refusing to make noise now, refusing to look at him, just quietly waiting for it to be over.

Karei lay there, her body trembling, as Koma continued to take what he wanted. She hated the way her body responded, the way it began to feel good despite the pain and humiliation. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to hold onto her anger, her hatred. She wouldn't let herself enjoy this, wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that her body betrayed her.

As Koma's movements seemed to never stop, the small human woman started to struggle again. Karei closed her eyes, a tears slipping down her cheek. Her voice sounded pathetic when she cried out, her voice strained with the pain and pleasure that seemed to mix together. "Please, s-stop... I don't want this..."

 

[GoldenDoggo]

Uta's head throbbed, as he hadn't slept since being knocked out by the ape Koma, and spent the entire night tracking the small trail of blood, taking breaks to alleviate the pain in his head. The first rays of morning sunshine began to pour over the ward as the trail ended, and he had found where Koma had kidnapped Karei. That small apartment was where Koma had been tormenting her. "He's probably beaten her, or violated her” Uta cursed. He didn't have time to waste but needed to be silent and stealthy. Maybe he could catch them asleep, maybe he could save her without a fight.

Uta loved Karei, though that statement didn't hold much weight as everyone did. He was a romantic. The life he imagined with her was beautiful; he wouldn’t trouble her with anything he would cook, clean, work, and protect her. She would be his light, something to guide him, something to push him further. Uta didn't care if she abstained from him or refused to love him in any way. He would support her and love her in any way he could. All he wanted was to be her husband, even if she refused to be his wife.

He entered the apartment silently, slipping in through the window, only to hear something horrible. There was sobbing coming from the bedroom, pleas to stop, and the grunting of a man. Uta prepared himself for what he needed to do.

-

Koma was in ecstasy. All he had wanted, he had rightfully claimed. Karei was his, and his alone—a doll for his will and lust, and soon to be a wife. She had finally delivered on her end of their agreement, the pleasure she'd owed him. Koma thrusted in her womb; he was close to finally conquering her, marking her as his own. He continued to thrust into her, his hands groping her breasts as he held her down. He was so close...

-

Uta opened the door; he was done with Koma's bullshit, done with this ordeal. But what he saw horrified him. Koma forcing himself onto a crying and pleading Karei, his hands roughly held her breast, pushing her down into the mattress. Koma had pulled out, leaving her with his seed dripping out of her pussy, as his cock rested above, dripping his seed on her small bush. Koma, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, with a wicked smile covering his face.

Uta stood there, trying to collect himself. It would be a miracle if he let Koma live. Uta knew he had caught Koma off guard; he jumped and pushed Koma off Karei, pushing him to the ground. In one swoop, he had saved her. Koma lay there, unconscious from the attack.

Koma's condition mattered little to Uta as long as he was still unconscious. He pulled himself off Koma, his jewel was hurt, scared, and needed to be comforted to see that this would be alright. The came to her, holding her in his arms. "It's all right, I came to save you. You're safe with me.” he glanced at Koma lying on the floor. "I know he hurt you. I saw it. He's a monster, but it's okay. I'm here for you. Anything you want, I'll get. Anywhere you want to go, I'll take you," he said.

"Do you want me to kill him?"