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Tokyo Ghoul
(Touka/Kaneki)
Chapter 1
"Wounded Warrior"
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Doesn't matter how many identities he has... It also doesn't matter that he had such a twisted past. It doesn't matter how he been through a horrible period. He couldn't deny that he yearned for rest.
Outside, he is like a saint. Inside, he is like a warrior.
And now, he is like a warrior that had just gone out on the battlefield, critically wounded.
He doesn't need anything other than a rest.
Because the war he had been through, is inside of himself. No one would've understand.
He feels very exhausted...
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No matter how much time has passed. She still have faith upon his return. Even that it means he will return to her as a new person, a new identity. But deep inside, she knew that he hasn't changed one bit.
He was just a "wounded warrior" that needs resting and healing.
She is definitely not a goddess or an angel, but why he stared at her like she was one?
But she couldn't resist all the joy upon his return. She has found him...even if he uses a different name.
'Kaneki, you've return.'
At that moment, he was crying. She handed him a handkerchief while flashing him a sad, awkward smile.
Who wouldn't be confused, why would the coffee shop's manager be handing her crying male customer a handkerchief?
At least that's what she thought.
When he paid for the coffee he ordered, he left. Leaving her behind once more.
She was standing there, waiting for him to return again.
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He felt something when he saw her. Like déjà vu or some sort of things like that. It's like he felt that he knew such a beautiful woman like her before. Though, he got no memory of her at all.
When he saw her flashing him a small smile, he felt like he has met an angel.
If this scene is in a romantic novel, he and her would be the protagonists of that story.
But, unfortunately he didn't have any interest in that type of novel. He read his old collection of novels that he somehow got them.
He thought that somehow, reading more of the novels he had would make him remember who he was back in the days.
But...sometimes, it felt like he had been possessed by the shadow of his past self, when his one kakugan activated, when he turned into a half-ghoul.
He even snapped his fingers like some sadistic person from time to time.
Honestly he wanted to know more about his past self, other than that he is a half-ghoul, half-human.
But he's afraid that...
When he step into the dark room,
He will never find the light ever again.
He decided to pay a visit to the coffee shop ":Re" again.
He wanted to know more about her. He wanted to know about the relationship he has with her, lovers? Friends? Or even, enemies?
Or whatever that the two people can get into a relationship for. But he's sure of himself that she is not his sibling.
If he is a writer, then his biography novel would have more than hundreds of pages.
Besides his shrouded past that he is curious about. He still dying to find the answer about why would a half-ghoul like him work in CCG in the first place?
Although he has question this many times to himself, but he doesn't seem to receive any answers.
He pushes the door open and step into the coffee shop, his eyes are scanning the café, looking for a free spot.
Unfortunately, he had chose a wrong day to come back to the café, clearly that the café is crowded, so he would have to sit in front of the counter.
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"What would you like to order, sir?" A familiar voice asked him from behind.
"I would like black coffee and some sugar cubes, please." He ordered.
She is the same girl who handed him a handkerchief.
She's writing his order in her order notebook. "Wait for a moment, please." She said as she flashed him another smile.
Which he smiled back in the same manner, he couldn't help but thinking, that
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He has found a nice place to rest.
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A/N: Sorry if I have any grammar errors. This is my first TG one-shots, so if anything is outdated, my apologies for that.