She stammered as fast as she could in front of him. He watched as she clumsily but angrily walked ahead of him. He curiously looked on at the girl in front of

him. She seemed different tonight, not her demeanor or the fact that she was a shot away from wasted, but the way she was dressed. Her skin-tight pencil skirt

made it hard for her to keep up the pace & for the first time he saw her every aspect. Her slim waist which curved into her rounded backside. He didn't intend to

have such thoughts plunder his mind but he hadn't had a good look at her in over two years. The 21 year old in front of him was no longer a girl, he realized,

but a blossomed woman. Kaneki's intentions were nothing more than to get her home & make his way back to the Aogiri hideout. He knew his absence would

become obvious and problematic if questions arise. Seeing her like this also gave him a tinge of sadness. Looking ahead, paying absolutely no intention to

Kaneki, Touka slowly started pulling back her layers. She slipped her arms out of her jacket and dropped it to the ground. 'Does she really hate me? I just can't

seem to get her to understand that I just need this. I want her to live her life, happily. Her safety means everything to me', Kaneki pondered. Continuing her

sluggish stride, she thought of all the things she really wanted to say to him, no longer able to hold in her intoxicated frustration, she whipped around. "Why

don't you fuck off? I'm tired of playing games with you! You make me into this poor little girl who needs you. I don't need you, I don't need anyone!". Kaneki

slowly crouches to pick up her jacket & continues to follow her. "Why did you call for me, then? And I do not, Touka. I care about you, that's all", he tried to

reconcile. She trips in her Doc Martens, barely holding herself together now, "Why did you come, then? Stop playing games, Kaneki." At this point, they made it

to the front entrance to her studio apartment. As Touka struggled to get her key in the door, her swaying became violent. Kaneki slithers a hand to her waist to

keep her up. The warmth of his palm creeps up Touka's spine, a wave of sadness & longing encroach upon her already heavy heart. She slowly turns to him,

only to meet his already close & attentive gaze. "K-Kaneki…", she starts but can't complete her thought. He's already too close to spew anymore influenced

hate. "You don't hate me. You're just hurt, I get it. I take complete responsibility for your pain, Touka. Just know my intentions are good." His words left her a

little speechless but she quickly mustard up the correct response. "Your intentions should be to stay here, with me." She confessed. Touka continued to unlock

the door, "Come in". He sighed but followed her lead into the apartment. They slowly ascended the staircase making little to no noise. The minute she closed the

door, she began to slip off her clothes in a drunken wobble. "…" Speechless, he just watched. Darkness washed over the room, only the moonlight seeping into

the indie-styled apartment. The moon kissed her porcelain skin as she pulled her tucked in band tee out of her tight skirt. Touka proceeded to tiptoe across the

room to the floor lamp. As she floated pass, he noted the way her underwear complimented her petite frame, perfectly. She plopped down onto her bed,

allowing her arms and legs to spread out and embrace the comfort of her bed-throw and pillows. Kaneki stood in silence, staring around her room. "Relax", she

said, "You're so tense, these days". She sat up to see what was preoccupying his mind. He was panning through her collection of books on the shelves with

wandering eyes. He took her advice and slowly unzipped his black jacket, exposing a black v-neck, hugging his now lean frame. Touka stood, facing her record

player. She turned it on to the sound of She & Him/Unchained Melody. "You read now?", he questions. "Mostly for Kami", she replies, "Some of those are yours

…that you left at Anteiku", she confirmed. His eyes shoot to hers and he holds her purple irises. She stands and walks over to where he is in front of the shelves,

slipping her small but curvy frame in front of him to browse for herself. He lifts his hands to her shoulders & takes his time dragging his slender fingers down her

arms. Kaneki brings his face close to the left side of hers, when he notices bruises atop her shoulder blades. "When did you get these", his voice turned dark and

concerned. She reaches for the spot he's ghosting his hand over, "Oh, that's nothing. I got caught as Rabbit one night by a couple of young investigators", she

replies. He takes her by the waist and makes her face him. He slowly slithers his hands passed her hair and onto her cheeks, "You refuse my protection but can't

stay out of harms way!", he says viciously, staring into her. "I'm…I'm not ready to lose you too…", she states as she's searching for his response in his eyes.

Kaneki leans his head to hers & holds her intensity, "You won't, you never have. I just need you to let me do this. I want you to understand," he breathes out

slowly but steadily. Touka knows his heart is in a good place, she always has. She hoped that she would get him here and change his mind, maybe even get him

to stay this time. "I believe in you", she huffed. Kaneki could hear her holding back tears and began to stroke her head, "Touka, I-I…", he stammered, "Please,

don't cry". He inched his hand down her back and with a bit of force, pushed her lower back so that her frame would crash into him. She could now feel his

warmth & his smell, intensified. "I…miss this smell", she confessed. Her soul could have leaped out of her body with how at ease she was when she was close to

him. Kaneki let his worries slip his mind for this moment, just this once. 'For her…'

Okay, so this is Chapter 2...

I think I gave a lot more for this one

I hope you thoroughly enjoyed it.

I realized the plot is a little strange but I'm going

to see where it takes me.

I would appreciate feedback

Thank you for reading.