A/N: I don't know why I'm even doing this. I swore I was going to adopt this shit out, but...apparently, nah. Nah, I'm doing this and depending on how many follows or favorites it gets, I'll continue, I suppose. I don't even know if this has the potential to become a thing, but damn we need more si inserts in Tokyo Ghoul fandom.

And damn are there a lack of good female si ones. So here I come, throwing at you another crazy self-insert reincarnation fic. The only thing is, this one is...Touka. Yep, Touka. After reading over the material, it sounds good enough to at least...proceed with caution.

So yeah, I'll post this and also update another fic and then go home and sleep. Got school tomorrow. If I get a LOT of reviews, I'll be sure to keep this consistently updated. I already rp Touka on the side, so why not channel her a bit here?

Gdi I'm doing this and this only and I'll make it right. Story jumps to canon since I'm an uncreative fuck but will toy around with Touka's personality here and there as needed. I hope you all enjoy this story, and now I'll go to writing the story and then hide again.

*plunny smashes me into the ground.* I guess I'll go write it, even though I really don't want to.

SI/OC AS Touka Kirishima, T for cursing, violence (y'all know the subject material already)

Rhiannon's Law #16: If it looks like a rabbit, and it hops like a rabbit, run the other way and fast. That shit is liable to tear your arm off."
― J.A. Saare, Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between

Chapter 1 Black Rabbit

I never thought this could happen to me.

I mean, let's be realistic-how many twenty somethings who are struggling to make it throughout college, dealing with student loan debt, and stuff, beginning their lives-how many of them are even realistically thinking about the end of it? How many of them are sitting there right now, counting on their fingers the seconds until they leave college, the seconds until they get a job, or the second until they get a new relationship? How many of us even care to estimate such things, anyway?

My point is, people my age shouldn't be in this position. And by position, I mean, about to fucking lose my life to some crazy jackass with a knife, in a public place that should be safe, but hey, things change consistently. I suppose that life has just decided to push the x button on me and terminate me. But let's get back to how it happened, all right, so that way you aren't trying to kill me before I even finish this goddamned sentence.

First, there are three things you need to know about me. My name is Skye, I am twenty-two years of age, and three, I am about to fucking die. No, I'm serious, I do not see any way out of this situation that I'm in right now. There is no way out.

For a more enlightened take, I'll at least inform you of this much: I was intending on going shopping for some simple college food fare: ramen, pizza, the like, or anything else I needed to survive on in my final year. I simply drove over to the local small store and stepped inside, at around 8 pm.

It looked normal enough from the time I entered, but boy, was I wrong.

I paid for my order and headed outside, heading towards my car, when someone stopped me.

That's where we come to now: me, pressed against the hood of my car, with a knife strapped against my throat.

"What kind of goodies do you have here, girlie? Give me your phone, your car, your keys, and I might just let you walk away and you can take the bus home with your wallet. I ain't interested in your wallet. Only in the material goods." His voice was rough, slimy and gross.

I nodded slowly, too afraid of doing anything else that might upset him, given that there was a bloody knife being pointed at me. I hesitantly handed him my bags, and he looked through them, grabbing the food, before sighing.

"Your pockets. Empty them for me. Now." He commanded.

I nodded, and gave him my phone and car keys.

He smiled. "Thank you for being so generous."

I waited for him to hand me my wallet back, and moved a little.

He didn't hand it back.

Apparently, I had angered him. He lowered the knife and let me move away from the hood of the car before staring at me straight in the eyes. "Don't you dare take another step, little lady, or else you will die."

Suddenly, my cell phone let out a loud sound-my boyfriend was calling. Shit, I should've put it on silent!

He cancelled the call and glared at me. "I see you've called someone for help. We can't have that, can we, girlie?"

I shook my head, "Please let me go."

"I don't think so. You need to learn that sometimes you need to do as people say, or else we do things to you that might hurt."

And then, he sank the knife into my chest, piercing my lungs.

I let out a cry, but barely anything more than that, as I felt my blood pouring out from beneath me.

He laughed. "Bye, girlie. Nice knowing you."

The world turned into a fire of red and nothing more than that, as I only had time to think on how quick and painful my death was.

I presume I died super fast, as I hardly remember any of that.

Well, fuck, now I was dead. So now what?

I had barely any time to consider that before I regained consciousness as a fucking baby, surrounded by two giant people. Ahhh, who made you so giant or gave you the right to be?

Both of them had freaking blue hair. What was going on? Were my new parents into cosplay?

"I think we'll call her Touka."

Oh shit, I was screwed beyond all belief. What had I done to deserve this?

Actually life wasn't that bad at first...you know, you have to learn to fly or jump sooner or later or else risk breaking your bones. My father always used to say that to me.

Then my brother was born...Ayato, the spoiled brat.

I decided that, bratty as he was, I should protect him from anything and everything-and then, things happened. Bad things.

Then, mother disappeared, never to be seen again-that nice neighborhood lady across the street she was the one who had ratted us out as being potential ghouls. Then one day, my father disappeared, and it was just the two of us on our own.

All I knew was that I had to reach Anteiku, because that was where my destiny would begin.

At this point, eating human flesh didn't mean much to me anymore. They wanted me dead. The members of the species I had once been would kill me by any means necessary.

I would fight them with every ounce of my being, such was the way of being a ghoul. Already, I had to hide my true self from the rest of the world and spend most of the day, smiling, smiling in class like a normal human girl, not letting any ounce of my ghoul self show.

Time passed, I entered the land of teenagerdom and met Yoriko, my future best friend. She is a good person (for a human, anyway) and a good cook. I loved eating food in my past life, which is why being a ghoul stunk so goddamned much. I could not eat the food that she made at all.

All human food which I had previously been able to taste-whether it be cookies, crackers, pizza, or anything-would just come flying up my stomach like bile and I would throw it all up. I tried so much during my childhood but eventually came to realize that I just had to accept that now, I had to avoid regular food. Oh sure, I would slide a sandwich in my mouth-and then ignore the metallic taste, charge to the bathroom and throw it up.

I'm half sure that Yoriko thinks I'm a fucking anorexic, that might have something to do with the way that she's always pushing food onto me at every opportune second.

I would rather go with that or being on a special diet than the truth.

If I told her anything, she might send me to the nurse who would then discover my abilities and then the CCG might come abduct me. I couldn't stop being too careful.

The shitty story to say was just that I had a sensitive stomach.

"Is it bad...?" She asked, looking at me hesitantly, upon noticing my pale, wan face. She had just asked me to sample one of her desserts.

"No...Yoriko...it's excellent."

My stomach was rippling in pain. It hurt to breathe.

"It's just...that it's ah, a bit too sweet." I let the lie slip out of my mouth, smiling and hating myself in the process for it.

"You have a sensitive stomach, I know! I'll make it organic or gluten next time!" She said cheerfully.

My stomach still churned. Goddamned, stupid fucking stomach.

I wanted to scream, but of course I still had to smile, keep up the aura of a nice human girl who had never once killed anyone (FUCKING BULLSHIT).

As for Ayato, he decided to estrange himself from me, and him being the only family I had left meant that yes, I was a BIT fucking pissed about it.

I'd always had a bit of a temper, after all, so of course, that would carry over into this life. Of course, Touka would be a bit of a bitch. She's supposed to be.

So of course, just like any other day, I went to the toilet and did my thing.

That day, after school, I went over to the ghoul cafe, suspecting nothing. Everything was going to be fucking peachy like usual.

All of them were pretty good, except for Nishio, Mr. I'm so full of myself that I think I'm fucking God. God, what an asshole. I couldn't stand him, such a shitty bastard.

So much time just went by that I just forgot what was supposed to happen until this same day-where previously I'd heard of a human being involved in some sort of accident. I shrugged it off, but was more confused as to why Rize stopped turning up. Nothing against her or her lifestyle, it was just weird that she would freaking up and disappear.

Why the hell should I care about some injured human?

The reason why came back to hit me hard when I noticed someone on the ground outside the cafe, crying, hunched over.

A certain black-haired kid with one fucking sclera in his eye.

Holy shit, that's Kaneki. I almost wanted to hit something.

Shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.

I stared at him and let out a, "What the hell are you looking at?"

I wanted to kick something. I settled for him after he insulted me. Really annoying whiny, pain in the ass he was at this age.

I had no choice but to just bring the crying kid in to face his destiny.

At least I got to kick the shit out of Nishio while doing it. That was fun.

I did say that I'm a bitch.