Disclaimer: I don't own Tokyo Ghoul nor the image, they belong to Ishida Sui.

Author's Note: Hey there! Have you guys read already the new Tokyo Ghoul:Re chapter? Well, I have and I got so excited I ended up writing this little one-shot, when I should be writing an essay and finishing the next chapter of "He Didn't". I can't wait for Touka and Haise to meet! Anyways, I hope you like this one-shot, though if I'm honest the Touken is kinda implicit, plus there may be some grammatical errors. Until next time!

Coming Undone

When she heard the news from Nishiki's lips, she remained calm. Touka only blinked twice, asked Nishiki if he was okay, and then proceeded to give him some meat she had saved in her fridge for times like this. She knew that Nishiki's eyes had never left her since that name came out of his lips, wondering when she was going to snap. But she remained calm. Just as calm as the day when she heard Hinami had joined Aogiri Tree, as calm as that day she had run into Tsukiyama and she had pretended not to know him, and as calm as when the anniversary of the raid of Anteiku came every year, and she acted as if she didn't know what day it was.

Nishiki ate silently while she drank her coffee. It tasted bitter, just like life. The young man internally sighed at Touka's actions. He knew that over the years the girl had grown numb. Numbness was her strength, or otherwise she would break into tiny pieces and no one would be able to put her back together, not Ayato, or Yomo, or Hinami, or Nishiki, not even him. So, he didn't talk, just observed. Touka might think she was doing a good job at remaining calm, but her fingers were moving underneath the table, she was biting her bottom lip, and would continuously look over where her cell phone was. She wasn't fooling him, but he decided he'd also pretend not to notice, and give her that at least.

After he ate, Nishiki went away towards his own hideout, leaving Touka alone with her thoughts.

Once alone, Kirishima Touka broke down. It wasn't a pretty sight, to be honest, but it was something she had to do. At first she simply cried quietly, burying her face on her knees. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to prevent a sob from coming out of her mouth. Then she started sobbing in a way she hadn't done before. It was like a damp had been broken and the water wouldn't stop flowing. Next, the laughter came. She laughed hysterically while she continued crying.

He's alive, he's alive, HE'S alive, alivealivealiveALIVE.

However, that small happiness she felt was reduced to nothing when she remembered something Nishiki had told her.

"Something's wrong with him. He said my name but then looked as if he hadn't meant to. He looked shocked, and then started moaning and screaming as if he were in pain while holding his head. Maybe he has amnesia, and that's why he hasn't come home."

"That fucking IDIOT!"

Touka screamed in rage. She got up, took her cup of coffee and threw it against the wall, breaking it into a million pieces. Then, she went towards her room, opened her closet, and took the box where she had put the Takatsuki Sen collection, his book collection. She started picking one book after another and throwing them everywhere, tearing off the pages, and stomping on them while she kept on screaming.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

Why did you have to change?

Why did you have to fight that day?

Why didn't you come home?

Why did you lose your memories?

I hate you so much! I hate… I h… I lo…

Then, the screaming stopped but the tears kept on falling down her face. She collapsed on the floor and held herself, feeling helpless and hopeless, like the night she had fought against Ayato and had lost. Yet, at that time he had come to her rescue, and held her so tight that for the first time ever she felt at home. He had also promised her something he hadn't kept.

"Idiot Kaneki, you said you wouldn't leave me alone, but you did. And now you don't even remember me, you bastard. You might not even be Kaneki anymore..."

After crying for a few hours, Touka got up and wiped away her own tears. She started cleaning her bedroom, and then the pieces of her cup that were scattered across her kitchen floor. While she cleaned, her own words resounded against her ears.

"I have faith in him. I know that he will return to Anteiku."

Where had her faith in him gone? She had been so sure he'd come back, and then she simply stopped believing in him, why? Why did she give up on Kaneki when he had never given up on her?

"You're so weak, baka aneki."

Yes, Ayato had been right. Touka was weak. To keep herself together she had given up hope and tried to forget everything that hurt her, including him. She was living a lie, where nothing pained her. And now, more than ever, she had to be strong, stronger than ever before, for herself, Nishiki, Hinami, Ayato, and for Kaneki Ken, who probably needed her, them, now more than ever. If what Nishiki thought was true, then Kaneki was or would be confused, and would need their unconditional support, and she'd give him that.

Touka decided that it was time she stopped hiding herself and went back to action. She'd find him and bring him back home with her. If he had forgotten about her, she'd just refresh his memory with a good beating. She would show him she would always be there for him.

"Trash like you should stay out of Anteiku."

And those definitely wouldn't be the last words she'd ever say to him.

Picking up her cell phone, she gently caressed the little bunny that still hung from it, and then made an important call.

"Yomo-san, we need to talk. It's important."

Just you wait Kaneki, we will help you. You'll finally come home.