Lovechild of a Tortured Soul

Chapter: 1

Twisted Fertility

The cool texture of the porcelain bowl comforted his heated skin after he had wretched into it for what seemed like the 5th time this morning. Kaneki had been struck with an odd illness for the last 3 weeks. He couldn't figure out why exactly he had been puking out anything, considering he did nothing but drink his coffee. He couldn't understand why he was now repositioned over the bowl, spilling the contents of said empty stomach once again. He leaned back against the wall opposite the toilet and let his mind wander. What could have affected him in such a way?

He hadn't been doing anything but lounging around his apartment for the last two weeks, training a little in between, but even that had to slow down because of his condition. He couldn't figure out what the hell had cause such a sickness and more importantly why his ghoul side hadn't wiped away whatever virus he had contracted. His mind wandered back to that lust filled night two three weeks ago.

"H-Hide! S-so deep! Ah~!" He shook his head, trying to forget that for once he couldn't resist his urges and he had jumped his best friend. Hide followed suit without faltering, so at least Kaneki knew his deep rooted affection for his best friend wasn't one sided. At least he hoped. The last thing he would want is for that to have been nothing more than Hide being horny and allowing himself to use Kaneki and regret it later.

Kaneki let out a sigh at his own negativity filled thoughts. Honestly though, after all he'd been through, he think he'd earned the right to be slightly negative. Even he knew that this wasn't the best course of action, considering the despair ridden life he leaded. Things had calmed down considerably in the last month though and he hadn't been in any battles with any new foe, and then he'd met Hide again. Things seemed to be looking up, but the way his life went, he never let himself get to happy with things such as that.

He felt slightly better and went to grab a drink of water. He sat at the couch and lightly sipped at the cool water, not wanting to initiate another full circle of vomiting again. To be completely honest after the incident with Hide, he had been consciously avoiding any contact with the blonde in fear of confrontation about their sexual endeavor. It wasn't as if he was particularly embarrassed about what he did. He loved Hide and had for a long time. That night he had wanted Hide more than anything and Hide never objected, in fact he seemed eager to please.

The one thing Kaneki didn't want to hear were the questions that followed. By the time Hide had awoken Kaneki had already left and returned home, a home where, for Hide's own safety, he didn't know about. The questions he didn't want to answer filled his cloudy mind.

What does this make us, Kaneki?

Do you love me?

Do you regret it?

Was I any good?

Do you want to do it again, Kaneki?

Ken's cheeks heated and he knew that his face was the color of a ripe tomato. He would love to do it again, but he would never admit it. Hide had shown him pleasure he never thought he would experience, especially not from another human. He was so careful, so loving. He found Kaneki's most intimate spots and filled them with his love. The experience was so intense, Kaneki had to stop his thoughts there when he felt a slight stir in his shorts.

A slight tap at the door snapped him from his Hide reverie and he stumbled a bit as he dizzily made his way to the door. Looking through the peephole, a neatly combed and pampered purple mane entered his vision. Tsukiyama had been taking care of him since he had been sick, but he didn't want Shuu around when he was thinking about his best friend. Sighing, for what seemed liked the 15th time, he slid the door ajar, and let in the egotistical Tsukiyama Shuu.

"Ah, dear Kaneki, I wonder what it is, that ails you so?" Tsukiyama spoke in that elegant and overdramatized manner he always did. Kaneki felt the urge to roll his eyes, but he refrained from doing so out of respect.

"I think I'll be going to see a doctor I know." Kaneki spoke softly to Shuu as he gathered his black hoodie. His hand smoothed over his white locks before he yawned tiredly. He really needed to see this doctor. This had been happening every morning and he didn't seem to be recovering. Moving itself had become sluggish for Kaneki and he was sure that if an enemy chose to attack now, he would be defeated within seconds. It was dangerous and that's why he would have Shuu accompany him. The man may not have seemed like it, but he was more than enough to take down a plentiful of ghouls.

As much as he was reluctant to admit, he found a strength in Shuu that was damn near unrivaled. He would never declare it out loud, but he thought Shuu was pretty badass. Shuu stood behind Kaneki firmly as he sat on the patient's bed, waiting for the results of his test to come back. He was softly sipping a cup of tea that Dr. Ikutsuki had allowed him to have. It seemed that his stomach was doing a good job of keeping itself from upchucking. When the doctor returned he had a look on his face that spoke grim and confused. Kaneki gut twisted at the sight.

"What is it, Monsieur Ikutsuki-san?" Shuu addressed the doctor in his velvet-like voice.

As soon as the words left the doctor's mouth, Kaneki's cup fell to floor and shattered. Even Shuu stood dumbfounded.

"W-What?!"

A/N: Honestly people, I'm very sorry about not updating Jerky Jock love since this summer but school is time consuming, and grating on my everlasting nerves. Though since I'm currently waiting for a new chapter of :Re, I'll be writing this and hopefully, update Jerky Jock Love very very soon. For some reason, I seem to procrastinate on things I love the most and it really annoys me, but you know what really gets me off my teenage ass. Reviews. I freaking love reviews. So review it up and expect more.(Seriously do, I'm on a writing fix at the moment.)