Hey, lovelies. First Tokyo Ghoul fic. I couldn't find any TG fics with plots out there, and it pissed me off. So. :P. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul, or anything affiliated with Tokyo Ghoul.
Prologue
The knock was what jolted him out of his haze.
It was polite, but loud. It shuddered through his house, as the knocks usually did, but when he opened the door, it was not someone he knew.
She had eggplant-colored hair that covered one blue eye and was cut somewhere between her neck and chin.
She was wearing an off-white tank top with an abstract blue design on the front, black shorts with three buttons up the front, and high-top converse with studs aloung the back. Three bags sat on her shoulders, and she held a paper article.
She was looking off to the side; when he opened the door, she let her gaze slip over to him, then looked back over. When she talked, she talked so fast the words blurred together a bit.
"Has this been fulfilled?" She raised the article. On it, a tiny, one-inch ad for a roommate, Kaneki's, outlined in red.
"Um, no—" She muscled past him, shutting the door behind her. When she caught him staring, she smiled weakly, a tint to her cheeks that Kaneki realized later was from fear. "Attached boyfriend." She said, locking the door.
"Um, okay." Kaneki said, slightly puzzled.
When she finished, she turned to him. "So do you interview me, or . . . ?"
"Uh, yeah." He looked around, "I can . . . why don't we go sit down?"
She followed him into the living room, watching as he grabbed a notebook from an end-table.
"Name?"
She swallowed, sitting on the edge of his couch. "Touka Kirishima."
"Age?"
"Um. Seventeen."
"School?"
"Second year. Kiyomi High."
"Relatives."
"… Orphan. My brother's, um . . . fighting in Iraq."
Um, okay. "Are you wanted with the law?"
Her eyebrows furrowed. "Not that I know of?"
"Job?"
"Waitress. Anteiku."
"… Okay, um . . . diet prefferances?"
"So I get it?" Touka asked, relief clear in her eyes.
"I don't see why not. You're not a vegetarian, are you?"
He could almost make it out, through her thin smile.
Not even close, she was thinking.
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