Regular – Touken fanfic
©Raven Baskerville
Category: Tokyo Ghoul [Toukyou Kushu]
Rating : T / PG-13
Spoilers included.
The boy keeps coming, and Touka keeps twitching. At the similarities.
A/N : Hello !I got 3 reviews, and one of them told me it was a bit ooc, well, I apologies, I guess I'm not good at spotting them. I'll try to make it better this chapter, maybe?
Thanks for the reviews and follows
When Touka opens her eyes, the sun is shining through the curtains, piercing through her thin quilt and reaching her just-opened eyes and bothering them. Pushing her hand up to her eyes, Touka groans and crawls deep inside her bed, not wanting to wake up.
Will he come today either?
Someone knocks on her door, and then she can hear the handle turning. A shadow crumbles upon her. "Hmm…?" Touka lets out a muffled groan. "Touka, time to wake up." Yomo's voice rings through her ear. "Just a bit mo—" "We have a customer, you know." Even though she is bothered by the fact that someone jumped in her word, the sentence muffles her angry complies. Quickly, she stands up and shoves Yomo outside to change her dress. She takes out her uniform, puts it on.
She hasn't changed even though she has grown.
She neatly brushes the side of her short –puffy—hair and places it on her right eyes, hiding it. She takes out a small perfume out of her drawer, staring at it for a moment.
"Do you want me to buy this for you , Touka-chan?"
Shaking her rapidly, she puts the perfume down. 'I don't need a distraction.' She takes out another perfume, an old one, a gift from Yoriko and a bunch of her other friends.
Friends who talk fool of her, fool of ghouls.
Finally, she is ready and she stands away from her drawers and moves toward the door. Her hands grip the handle.
"Let's stop this, Touka."
There was no 'chan's after it.
The Air in the Café, Re, is sweet as always. There's the smell of the coffee, the coffee beans brewing and the sound of the… white kaneki-like dove?!
"I wonder, You're saying I can bring the others two with a reservation?" Sasaki –It wasn't Kaneki, what a harsh truth—asks Yomo while rubbing the back of his head. Yomo isn't talkative and Touka knows it. He would just nod at Sasaki, and that's what that might scare the costumers away—He's a dove, he must be scared away- but Touka just doesn't one him to—so Touka rushes in the conversation. "Of course, but please do not forget to make a reservation." Sasaki looks up.
Just his look makes her shiver in vulnerably.
His mouth shapes an 'O', making Touka guess that he remembered her from yesterday's.. event. Touka smiled. "Do you need a refill?" Sasaki looks down at his cup. It's empty and Sasaki just doesn't like empty cups. He looks back up. "Uh, yes, please?"
Shitty Kaneki
"Alright." Touka nods politely and takes his cup away, moving to the counters. She can feel the hotness of his gaze on her back and it hurts—"I heard that you have some good latte arts, uh, ma'am?" Touka looks back, the empty cup still in her hands.
It smells of the shitty Kaneki
Touka raises her eyebrows. "Ah, yes." She nods, the smile –Fake or not is the question—firm on her lips. "Can you have a bunny on it?" Sasaki asks, his face already red. "W-What?" Touka herself, turns red.
She just loves bunnies.
"A-ah, I'm sorry, my mistake, it was stupid coming from a 22 years old dove…"
Kaneki could be 22 if he was around.
"No, no, I'll do it. Actually." She turns on her heels, her back facing the confused dove. "I adore bunnies." Her own face is red, but yet she tries to throw a sassy comment.
She first starts brewing some coffee beans and then, starts readying the main course, the Coffee of course. After 1 minute of hard work –Ihavetodomybest—Touka is finally done with the coffee. Now, she must start doing the Latte Art. Taking out the milk, she starts gently, pouring the hot liquid in gentle, organized patterns, and there is a small rabbit sighted in the coffee soon. Putting the cup back into the tray, she starts making her way to the table.
You better do something about that hair when you're back.
"Here, you go, Sasaki-san." The pudding haired man looks up, only to see her pretty face with a small smile making its way.
"Ah, thank you, uh, waitress I guess—" "Kirishima Touka, call me whatever you would please." She replies calmly. She can't not do so. It's as if introducing herself to Kaneki—. "Alright, Kirishima-san, Thank yo—"
You would be stuck out with the white hair.
DANG. The front door's bell rings. Two persons –lovebirds?—come inside. "Welcome! Please take a seat over there." Touka moves away from Sasaki's table.
Give me an apology.
The girl clings happily on the boy as they take a seat. Touka wishes she was the girl and he was the boy, the could take a seat in a different café than Anteiku, so Shittyama and Shitty Nishiki wouldn't notice them and mock them, and they would order coffee while Kaneki babbles about Takatsuki Sen's books—. "What would you like to order?" She feels Yomo's appearance behind herself. She perhaps is lost in her mind, and Yomo has to take cover, It's perhaps hard for one who does not smile, so, to not make the situation worse than what it already is, she moves away, walking back behind the counter, watching as the boy with his white hair and grey-red eyes writes in papers—.
Why would you break a promise?
The boy seemingly does not realize the glaze she has on him, and he drowns himself in the papers, sometimes groaning in frustration and taking out a book, when she looks at the name it's—.
Monochrome no Rainbow – Takatsuki Sen
Hinami-chan had this.
Kaneki had this.
She can't endure it all.
Sorry for the –weird– ending, I was just referring on how Sasaki resembles Kaneki? And those lines in italics are all reflecting on the pain Touka endured. I hope it's not an ooc anymore, I'm trying-.
Excuse me for the real late update, My second term exams are up and I'm busing studying, otherwise I can't even have my laptop to type my story, gah.
'Till next update?
-Raven