PREPARE THE TISSUES. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHA.
Okay, I'm done.
Also, I just had to drop that Goofy thing in there.
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Chapter 9
Kaneki remembered the moments from then on in ultra-detail.
Touka cutting up the human, shoving bits of him into a bag for later, the swipe of red on her cheek. His hearing blurring in and out, the thought still echoing through his head.
I could report her
Why haven't I reported her?
She turned to him, kakugan activated, standing and grabbing the bag and stopping in front of him. "Are you alright?" Not hearing it, but reading her lips. Her hand moving up, bloody. Kaneki resisting the urge to stumble back. Her hand stopping by his neck, eyes turning back.
"Kaneki?"
His eyes, olive and breaking inside, met her worried sapphires.
It's better to be hurt than to hurt others.
He wiped the blood off her cheek with the sleeve of his hoodie.
Screw it.
He spoke while tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. "I could report you," he said quietly, watching her face transform from are-you-okay to a mixture of this-isn't-happening and I-will-cut-you, could see her working to get her walls up trying to conjure the anger she shielded herself with so often.
"You could spontaneously die in an alleyway with a gay dude with better abs than you."
A lazy smile ghosted onto his face. "You would kill me without a second thought?"
She smiled back, but punched him in the arm as they began walking back. "Second thoughts are for pussies."
Dropping off the meat at home and grabbing a different sweatshirt, then coffee shopping and bickering about insignificant things, a walk home with shopping bags and the sun just peaking over the horizon, arguing about the species of Goofy from Looney Tunes.
Hide almost-tackling him outside, Touka shrugging and taking the bags in. Talking with him until Touka came back outside for school and Hide remembered he had a class at that time, also. Going back inside, in search of a book, since he didn't have any classes until ten.
Entering his dad's reading room.
Slamming against the wall, blood painting the carpet.