This one's short too. Sorry. We get some Touka-ness in it though. YAY. Review, lovelies!
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Chapter 1
Touka was watching the door.
She was on the faded black sofa, one foot braced on the wood floor, her laptop open in front of her. Kaneki wasn't home.
It was 9:30.
Sure, he'd texted her that he had a date, and an around eight, he'd texted that he had to walk said date home. It was a last-minute thing, she was scared over the ghoul attacks in her area.
He'd be home in fifteen minutes, max.
Too long.
Touka hadn't even read through his message, just got to when he'd be back and sent a "Whatever" before going back to her history report.
She was done with that report.
She dug out her phone from the couch cushions, scrolling through Kaneki's messages. He'd sent her three right before he was supposed to meet up with her, seemingly forgetting information in the first and adding it in in the others.
The first was a picture, of a girl with pink-purple hair, and amethyst eyes to match, her skin flushed with a healthy tan. She wore red glasses, and a dress with a lace collar. She sat a table outside an expensive-looking cafe, reading.
Kaneki's favorite author.
Rize Kamishiro.
Read the first text.
That's her.
And the next.
My date.
Touka dropped her phone; it fell off the keyboard of her laptop and made a loud sound when it hit the wood.
"No," she breathed aloud. "No, no, no-" Touka shot up, leaving her phone, and grabbed a dark-colored jumper off the coat rack, slamming the door behind her.
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Touka was late.
She sped across the roof.
Kaneki screamed; her kagune ripped through him, just as Touka hit the pile of debris.
Nonono, it's gonna hit him-!
The cords snapped one by one, and when they were all done, Rize had flung him at the wall of the alley; the pile fell.
. .. .
"Kaneki Ken!" She yelled at the girl.
"Em surry mim, hesh sti in suhrgry."
"What—why?"
"Em afrait I cun onlee lut famwee knerr dat, sweetfart."
"QUIT TALKING TO ME LIKE I'M FIVE!" Everyone in the reception area spun to look at her. "Kaneki's an orphan, I'm his roommate, WHY IS HE IN SURGERY?!" She hissed.
"Duh eeeh need ta ca shercurity?"
"YOU NEED TO SNAP THAT DICK OUTTA YOUR ASS!" Touka yelled. She started to stamp away, turned on her heel, and threw the service bell at the girl. Then, at the doorway, she looked into her eyes and batted the tissue box off an end table for good measure.