An Aroma

by CuriousPoet

As a child, Kaneki was usually left alone for most of the time, so when he smells something that his mother might be making, he decides to take a look...

I love this aroma.

What is it?

I feel like I have smelled this before…

But where?

Was it dinner already?

Is mother finally home?

But this was a new treat she was cooking.

A scent that never filled the house before, became suffocating.

I love this aroma.

What is it?

I feel like I have smelled this before…

But where?

I remember the picnic from the beach.

The only time where my mother wasn't stressed.

But isn't she supposed to be working?

Two rare treats all at once filled my mind, what an absolute thing I had to have.

I love this aroma.

What is it?

I feel like I have smelled this before…

But where?

My toes reached the cold wood floor.

I had to see my mom's happy face.

All I had to do was eat with my mother's happy side.

One that wasn't filled with sweat and blood and hard work. A sincere smile spread across my mind as I reached for the handle; I had to have whatever she was cooking.

I love this aroma.

What is it?

I feel like I have smelled this before…

But where?

I wanted to be by her side.

She was probably released early and given a break.

I open the door and race towards the open kitchen, dodging the beads that hang from the ceiling.

I pause and watch in horror as my mother gives me a devilish smile. Who is that? What is that doing here? A corpse lays spread across the floor. Blood is smeared across the rug underneath.

"What is wrong, Kaneki? Do you not like your mother's dinner choice tonight? Come here. Eat."

That is not my mom. I love my mother and she would never do this.

I hate this aroma.