Holy shit I'm actually alive.
I am so sorry for the wait.
I'm such an asshole, thanks for dealing with me.
This is my new saying in life.
-Vin 2017

But seriously, thanks for being so patient for me to update. A lot has happened since the last chapter.
First off, I'm now a sophomore in high school, and I came out to my family as being pan-sexual and gender-queer, specifically androgynous/agender, and my bestest best friend (I love this guy +.(*'v`*)+) gave me the new name 'Vin.'
Anyways, onto the story!

I don't own Tokyo Ghoul or any of the characters, except my two oc's who may or may not make an appearance depending on reviews and how the plot unravels. (I'm not sorry. Sans has corrupted me.)


Three days.

Tap

72 hours.

Tap. Tap.

4320 minutes.

Tap. .

259200 seconds.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

A young man stared blankly at the window, streaked with the sky's tears.
The room was silent aside from his andantspan of taps against the windowsill and the pitter patter of rain that continued to fall. His lackluster orbs watched the impending doom of a raindrop streaking down the glass, until it eventually fell to join its brethren on the ground in a formless puddle someone would eventually find themselves carelessly stepping into as they raced to get to their destination. You could even make the analogy of a human becoming the puddle as his own mother had. No one to help her, no one to care. How fitting the weather was, rain could bring out the worst thoughts in people.
Though as he thought about it, rain couldn't be blamed for his cynical thoughts, only he could take fault for that. The rain was essential and a natural beauty, where ghouls and humans were just mud that coated the Earth. One could make the conclusion that the rain was trying to wash away the filth of humanity.

He wanted to leave.

He wanted to run.

Why did he stay?

Where were the others?

He could leave, the grievous injury on his leg had become bearable to walk on the night prior as did his mild fever, so why didn't he leave? The others must have been worried when he didn't return, but wouldn't they have found him by now? He shook his head white strands swaying from the action. He released a frustrated sigh, folding his pale hands almost as in prayer. He knew he couldn't afford to stick around, especially when this dove knew his face, let alone his name. Why had he been so careless, so selfish? It was one thing to risk himself, let alone his comrades, and friends. Who knew what the investigator was capable of with that information at his disposal. Why did he feel like he could trust this man? This human? He trusted Hide. No he couldn't trust him. Not now, he couldn't.

Could he trust anyone now?

'Why was it always him that this drama happened to?' He pondered as Amo- the investigator's scent grew closer to his lodgings he felt his heart begin to pound.

His bony fingers clutched at his hair and he could feel a certain weight beginning to form in his chest. It was becoming harder to breathe. He wished Hide was there, he always knew exactly what to do and say to calm the anxious boy down. Kaneki felt tears beginning to form as his mind tormented him with images of his loved ones being killed mercilessly, cursing him, damning him for his blunder.

The door opened and so did the familiar scent of coffee.

Kaneki froze, his chest tightened and it became harder to breathe, he curled in on himself, his body starting to shake like the leaves on the few trees outside.
He felt something that felt suspiciously like hands ghost onto him, making his already shaking, tense form stiffen further and increase his shaking. His mind was spiraling as questions swarmed, his heartbeat was agonizingly loud in his ears.

Crash!

Where were the others?

"...yepat..h!"

Did they finally see he was worthless?

"..patch!"

Why was he even still alive? He should have ended it years ago.

Slap!

Kaneki jerked and clutched at his now stinging shoulder, hesitantly glancing up, unshed tears beginning to drip down his face. What greeted him was an almost...concerned and pained look from Amon.
His lips were pressed into a thin line and his dark eyes were boring intensely into his own. "You're...alright now?" He asked quietly as if afraid he would provoke the ghoul. That was a hard question, the obvious answer was no, but Kaneki supposed it was pretty clear how fucked up he was. strong"Yeah." He replied after a pregnant pause, before realizing something. His left hand was squeezing the man's hand, three of the appendages crushed, even by his subdued strength. Upon his realization he immediately released his grip and retracted his hand as if he had just been burned. "I-I'm-" Amon held up his uninjured palm, causing the panicked man in front of him to flinch. The investigator sighed as he glanced at was probably a few broken bones and back up to the normally stoic ghoul. There was something almost perverse about seeing the infamous 'Eyepatch' in such a vulnerable state. "It was an accident. You were just scared." He reasons, earning a small nod from the ghoul. It was small, but progress was progress he supposed. Glancing at the floor, he sighed when he saw the broken mug of coffee he had hoped to offer as a sort of peace offering since Amon couldn't cook to save his life. Even the half ghoul had thought his coffee had sucked, which had caused a rather 'heated' argument over his ability (inability) to cook. It was going to be hell to clean up the mess one handed, but he had worked in worse situations with worse injuries. He stood up giving one more nod to his 'guest' before exiting the room to take care of his injuries and get a broom and towels to clean up the mess he had made.

After the man had left Kaneki got to his feet, albeit unsteadily, and walked to the nightstand where his mask was innocently resting. He reached out and picked up the torn leather, pocketing it safely in the black jacket he had been allowed to borrow. Walking to the window he carefully unlatched the lock and silently pulled it open. Giving one last look to the room he had been living in for the past three days, and then he jumped, landing in the upper part of a tree. He carefully climbed down, getting several leaves and small twigs caught in his hair as he went, much to his annoyance. He glanced at the still open window and took off down the sidewalk, hoping to find cover until the heat died down.


I'm a sadistic bastard who enjoys torturing the innocent Kaneki cinnamon roll. I say this while I'm snuggling a purple elephant plush and Totoro is on in the background...
Anyways, so let me know in the comments if you'd like me to use the oc's I mentioned so I can get started on the next few chapters.
I also know that this is a pretty short chapter, but I'm still pretty much a novice when it comes to writing for Tokyo Ghoul and I keep doubting myself and erasing what I had written. This was originally much longer and did include my babies. I'm also really glad to come back to so many people supporting this story, and I can't thank you guys enough.