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Chapter 8
Kaneki stared at the coffee she'd shoved into his hands. "Is this is a water bottle?" He asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, just drink it," she said hastily, slipping on a hoodie. "I have class today," she said, eyes meeting his over her shoulder for a millisecond before she turned back to the kitchen. "Which is why you're up at four a.m. First I am going to teach you how to hunt, since I'm wanted by the CCG. I could disappear any day now and leave your sorry ass starving. Therefore."
"What else? That's gonna take three hours?"
"After that we're going coffee shopping. You buy shitty coffee. Also we shoulder probably buy paint for the wall."
Despite the seriousness of the conversation, Kaneki held back a laugh.
However, his good mood was short-lived.
He followed Touka with his hood up and his head down, not paying attention, and looked up when they turned into an alleyway. The human (blonde, tall) spinning around and demanding why they were following him in a masculine voice.
Touka's stride not pausing an instant, kagune flaring out without faulter, and she was on him by the time he'd backpedaled two steps and made a little "huh-ha!" sort of sound, a pre-scream. Which took care of with a hard punch to his solar plexus, a follow-up at his throat, and then three shots to his face, with the crystal shards of her Ukaku.
All taking up the real-estate of a couple seconds.
The guy fell, hitting the ground in a way that sounded much to loud to Kaneki in the quietness. Well, what used to be quietness: Kaneki was panting loud enough for the whole town to hear, he thought, streaking to the edge of the alley to vomit.
Touka's only reaction being a mumble that sounded like "First one's always the hardest," that Kaneki could just barely hear over his convulsing throat.
When he stood upright, leaning against the bricks, facing her, she met his eyes in an apologetic way and began dissecting the best and worst parts to eat, Kaneki struggling not to throw up again.
And, only half-listening to her, the only the thought in his mind being, I could report her.
