A/N

See didn't I say I'd get this chapter up quickly? I keep my promises :3 But little story to go with this chapter...

So I was writing it and I got like 100 words in and then I decided to look to my right and there was a wasp right next to my face. I literally screamed so loud, threw my laptop onto my bed and my glasses across the room and legged it. I had to get my neighbor round whilst I just cowered in my PJs and Kaneki hoodie until he got rid of it x'D

Story time over

I can't help it I have a phobia! But I got the chapter finished anyways so...

Enjoy the chapter ^^

Peace out, my lovely peeps!XxX

RIN'S P.O.V

This hunger. It's agony, which makes it so much more satisfying when I manage to fulfill it, no matter whose blood graces my lips in order for me to reach that goal. Flesh is like a drug; it's addictive. I wouldn't have realized that if it weren't for Kaneki forcing me to take it to begin with. I was so reluctant then. But now? I can't help but take pleasure from consuming as much as I can, never wanting to stop myself since only few things bring me such a euphoric rush. Blood. Flesh. Combined, it's complete perfection. Sanity may argue otherwise, but I no longer care for its opinion. All that matters is satisfying my lust. Everything else is irrelevant.

Sinking my teeth into the flesh of my newest victim once more, I allow myself to grin as a feeling of ecstasy overrides me, the crimson essence of my prey slithering down my throat after performing a symphonic dance over my taste buds, luring me to further devour more. So I do; I bury my teeth into his neck, ripping away at it whilst he screams in agony, though I pay him no attention. His well-being doesn't matter to me; flesh is all I care about. Humans are insignificant.

However, when I draw out again so that I can take yet another bite, gasping down a heavy breath, a hand grapples around my wrist, both of my own pressed against the shoulders of my prey to keep him pinned to the floor, incapable of resisting. But this small action forces me to focus properly upon who it is that I've chosen to feed from. And, in an instant, my complete and utter desire to consume his flesh is eradicated when my eyes fixate on burning, turquoise ones.

Yukio.

Gasping, I stumble off of his body, my hand gradually finding its way to my mouth as I stare down at the mangled body of my brother, blood pulsing from the wound on his neck at a dangerous rate, telling me that I probably bit into the artery. He's going to bleed to death! I can't lose my brother! He's the only family I have left! He can't die by my hand; he just can't!

"Yukio," I whimper, collapsing to my knees next to his battered and bloody form, my hand grasping onto his limp one as tears quickly prickle the corners of my eyes. His hand's so cold. It's like he's nothing more than an empty shell waiting for death to take him from me. "You can't die. I-I won't lose you too because of me!" I cry, though it's broken up by a sob, my canines piercing my bottom lip when I find that I'm biting down on it so hard that I'm able to draw blood. I can't help it; I don't want to cry. Because, if I do, I'm admitting to myself that he's gonna die.

"R-i-n," Yukio barely breathes, using everything he has to give my hand a small squeeze in return, my eyes never leaving his face as he shows me one of the smallest smiles I've ever seen upon his features, though it's warped by the blood that trails from the corner of his mouth. Choking in a breath, I hold onto his hand with a tighter grip, my free one forcing a few tears away from my eyes, though they're instantly replaced by fresh ones that tumble down my cheeks.

"I-I didn't mean to-" I whimper, only now remembering that that's exactly what Kaneki said to me when he injured me. I think of how scared he looked when he realized what he'd done. No doubt I have that exact same terror upon my face as I gaze down at my dying brother, who's using whatever final breaths he has left to talk to me. Sighing a little, he raises his other arm, pressing his palm to my face with a wince, my free hand cupping it instantly as if I can't bear to let him go. Because I can't. If I lose Yukio, I'll have no family to turn to. I'll be alone.

"S-Stop crying... Rin... Y-You didn't... With... Them," Yukio pants, looking as if he's finally about to give in to death. No! I can't let him! I-I won't let him leave! I don't want to lose him. I don't want to be alone. Though I should care about what he meant, I don't; all I can focus on is trying to wish with everything I have that he's not going to die.

"You can't go, Yukio. Don't you dare die!" I wail, gritting my teeth and squeezing my eyes shut when the sight of the blood that refuses to stop pouring from his neck becomes too much for me to handle. It was my fault. I let impulse take over me and now he's going to die as the result. And I was the one that did it to him. How many more people are going to die because of me?!

"It... H-Hurts, Rin. I'm... I'm so... S-Scared," Yukio finally whispers, the light that usually rages in his eyes starting to flicker like a dying bulb, life gradually abandoning him. I can't stop it. No matter how much I plead and beg, there's no way I'm going to save my brother from the death that he doesn't deserve. So, squeezing his hand, I let more tears fall, some of them dripping onto Yukio's face to combine with his own, my chest going tight whilst the ability to breathe seems to leave me.

"I-I'm sorry, Yukio. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean... To kill you," I sob, though I'm forced to open my eyes again when I feel his hand fall away from my face, the one that's clasped in my own going limp. "Yukio?" I whimper, giving his shoulders a shake as emptiness starts to develop within me, a sense of hopelessness taking over when I get no response. He can't be... He's not gone! He can't be dead! "Yukio! Answer me, dammit! Wake up! WAKE UP!" I scream to no reply, shakily getting to my feet whilst every single limb trembles, my eyes unable to tear themselves away from his dim ones that show no signs of life whatsoever, his skin so pale, it looks as if he's nothing more than an echo of who he once was.

Stumbling backwards, I press my hand to my mouth, only to feel the blood that lines my lips, though I refuse to look down at it. That's the blood of my brother. The brother I just killed. This can't be happening. This can't be real. Please... just let this all be some horrible prank. I wouldn't even care. As long as it brings my brother back to me, I'll wish for it to be anything but the truth.

However, all of a sudden, I find myself halted in my attempts to escape when the back of my foot collides with something with a dull thud, my head mechanically turning around to cast a glance over my shoulder in order to see just what I've walked into. However, when I do, I instantly wish that I never even looked.

Thrown around in many different twisted positions, appearing as nothing but rag dolls, the bodies of every single person that I've ever come to love like family are sprawled, blood, guts and flesh strewn about around their corpses. Gazing down, my eyes meet with Shiemi's lifeless ones, her chest torn apart so that her heart hangs out of it, ripped into shreds with blood dripping from the mangled organ. "No... Oh God... Please no! This can't be real! This can't be real! I-I wouldn't... I wouldn't kill them. There's no way. Please... They're my only family. Bring them back. BRING THEM BACK!"

KANEKI'S P.O.V

I'm barely indulged in slumber for a few hours before something terrifying tears me from my dreamless sleep, what sounds like screaming ripping through my apartment, sounding from my bedroom. Rin. Without thought, I spring from the couch, my drowsy limbs barely permitting me to sprint in to see him since they're begging for the relief that they require. But I don't care; something's wrong and I'm not going to do anything else until I know if Rin's okay.

When I finally break into my bedroom, the first thing I notice is that Rin's writhing around in his sleep, tears coating his cheeks whilst he has his teeth gritted together so hard, I can see the muscles straining in his neck. However, they loosen when another scream of terror breaks free from his throat, causing me to flinch since I wasn't expecting it right at that second.

Knowing I don't have any other choice, I grab Rin's shoulders to hold him in place, refusing to let him thrash around any more, my hands actually trembling as I try to wake him; I have no idea what's going on, though my best guess would be that he's suffering a nightmare unlike any that he's faced before. And it must be petrifying.

"Rin! Rin you have to wake up! It's just a nightmare. Wake up!" I call out to him, hoping that my words will be able to reach him, along with the way that I'm shaking him gently to encourage him out of the nightmare that has an iron grip on him. And, though I don't expect it to work, his eyes suddenly fly open with a sharp gasp, both sweat and tears covering his face so that it's difficult to determine which is which.

For a few minutes, he takes a while to adjust to the fact that he's actually awake, his eyes darting around, clearly searching for whatever he saw in his dream in order to check if it was reality or not. However, even when he's managed to understand that he's no longer in that nightmare, his breathing doesn't slow, nor does his pulse when I check it with my fingertips, Rin not seeming to even acknowledge that I'm right next to him.

That is, until his eyes flicker in my direction, only around two seconds passing before he clings to me, sobbing uncontrollably whilst I cradle him, my arms softly holding him against me as he weeps into the turquoise hoodie that I always sleep in. As his hands grasp onto the fabric, I start hushing him as if he's a child, my hand running over his hair as he cries, my teeth biting down on my lip to stop myself from doing the same. I never thought I'd see him look so broken beyond fixing; I know how that looks and this is an exact example. So I do all that I can and comfort him with soft words and gentle interactions, his sobbing gradually ebbing.

"I killed them, Kaneki. I-I killed them," he whimpers at one point, encouraging me to hold him closer until his head is pressed against my chest, a few of his tears leaking through the fabric of my hoodie.

"It was just a dream, Rin. It wasn't real," I assure him, though I can relate to how he's feeling based on what he's just told me; I've had similar nightmares about all of those I love dying by my hand. If he's had a dream similar, then I know exactly how terrifying it is. You always wonder if there's a possibility that it's going to come true some day.

Nodding feebly, Rin places his head against my shoulder again, though I still keep my arms around him, noticing that he's shivering, most likely due to the fact that he doesn't have anything on apart from his boxers, his entire torso completely bare. He must be freezing.

Unzipping my hoodie, I slide it off of my shoulders and wrap it around his, helping Rin into it until the fabric envelops him in warmth, which he seems to snuggle down into whilst the cold begins to nip at my skin. "You need to sleep," I murmur gently, helping him to lie back down again, though he stares at me with fearful eyes, clearly worried about having to suffer from the same nightmare if he does allow himself back into slumber. Even still, he's going to be exhausted if he doesn't rest.

Getting up so that I too can get back to sleep, I nudge Rin's cheek with my knuckle ever so softly, smiling delicately before I turn away from him. However, before I'm able to even take a step forward, I feel a hand ensnare mine, my gaze flickering over my shoulder to meet Rin's, his eyes wide with worry.

"Stay with me?" He whispers, sounding so weak in comparison to how he usually does. This is a side of Rin that I'm sure most people don't even know exists, yet he's displaying it to me already. Does he really trust me that much? Nodding a little, I once again place myself on the bed, perching on the edge as I run my hands through Rin's hair, trying to soothe him since he's still panting.

"I'm here, Rin. It's alright. You're gonna be okay. There's no way I'm gonna leave you," I murmur, Rin finally shutting his eyes, one of his hands curling around my own, holding onto it as if it's essential for him to do so, one final tear snaking down his cheek. I have to protect him; if I don't, something will eventually destroy him. Be it an external force or himself, that day will come. I can't let that happen; I just can't. Leaning down, I place a tiny kiss on his forehead, feeling the softness of his hair tickling against my lips, to seal my promise. "I won't let anything happen to you."