You had been reassured by Yoshimura that Kaneki was safe. But you didn't really believe that. You couldn't.
For as long as you had known Kaneki, he always preferred to be alone somewhere reading books. Since the moment Hide introduced you to him, Kaneki seemed... lonely. Sad. Distant.
His demeanor caused both you and Hide to worry about Kaneki on a daily basis. You both wanted the best for your friend, to be there for him whenever he may be in need.
Doubting what you were initially told, you asked Touka how your friend seemed that night. Rather, you continuously bombarded her with questions until she got so annoyed with you that she finally agreed to open up about that night just to shut you up.
But whatever the reason, Touka confirmed your suspicions. According to her, Kaneki did seem different s
After weeks of working at Anteiku – and watching you silently from afar – Kaneki had noticed something about you. Well, he had noticed it even before being turned into a half-ghoul but that didn't matter.
A weird habit.
You would do everything three times; when noting down the orders from customers, you would tap the tip of the pen on your notepad three times. Every time when Kaneki had done something good, you would pat his back or shoulder exact the same amount of times.
Tousle his hair: three times. Nod your head: Three times.
Kiss his li– Wait that was just fantasy.
Kaneki often dreamt about it; his first kiss being finally taken by you in your strong arms under the moonlight, so passionate that he would melt right away and would never be able to tear himself away from you but of course he wasn't expecting it to happen.
The dark haired male watched silently from behind the counter how you interacted with the costumers.
His grey eyes were
”It’s okay to be afraid...”
”It’s okay to feel the way you do...”
Is it really...?
Is it really okay to succumb to fear?
I perceive a soft rumble of thunder, rain pattering on the cracked glass of the window. Frigid air surrounds the empty room, and a dank, musty smell violates my nostrils. The springs of the old couch I lay across prod and poke various limbs.
But, the primary discomfort I sense, the only pain truly agonizing me dominates my chest, the rapid beating of my heart, the throbbing in my skull.
All around me melds into an engulfing blackness.
God, it hurts. It hurts so much.
”A-A thousand minus...seven...
The throb intensifies.
I feel fist full of my hair rumpling between my fingers. I pull. I tug, the stinging spreading across my skull.
Anything to wake me up.
W–Why… is this happening to me…?!
I hear their voice.
They’re mocking me.
Stop it…! Not again…!
I don’t want this!
… It hurts.
… it… hurts…
Joyous laughter echoed through the large room, the people were seated in their comfortable seats and cabins that were protected by thick glass and were placed around a single round room that was laying in the middle. Dressed in the finest dresses and suits, they were having a nice time just sitting there and chatting with each other while drinking champagne.
In one of those cabins was sitting Kaneki Ken, his back straight and the hands placed folded on his lap.
His aunt and cousin were laughing.
He didn’t care.
They acted so immature and improper but when the black haired male looked around, everyone did.
He may was not able to hear them through the glass but their body language said it all.
I'm the little boy who saved your life
The little boy who wasn't like the others
The bad guy who went good.
It's all coming back now, right?
That night on the bridge
Tears in my eyes, blood on your face
What was it you called me?
You probably didn't recognise me
I'm a different person now
Cracking my fingers backward
"I'm just checking they're there"
I suppose you expect me to let you go.
Just like last time, right?
I thought you never ran from the enemy.
That's what you said.
But little eyepatch is tired now
Done with doing what they all expect
He makes his own decisions now
He's lost the will to change
He hasn't forgot how you watched
How you never helped that woman
As you friend murdered her
Why? Because she was different?
Because she was like me?
He hasn't forgiven you
How you branded him heartless
When you never knew the truth
When you never wanted to hear his story
You didn't care. He was a monster, why bother?
But you'd better run now