How does another Tokyo Ghoul story along with this one sound? The difference from that "new" one to this one would be that the "new" one would be steampunk based. I don't know if anyone else has come up with a steampunk Tokyo Ghoul idea (they probably have), but I like the design.
Touka-chan and I arrived where Tsukiyama-san had wanted to meet me. He was waiting outside. It was a restaurant- it seems I was misinformed, or rather, I misinterpreted. He was dressed quite nicely as well, and he had a sort of butler waiting there as well. We walked up to him and he greeted us politely.
"Welcome, Kaneki-kun! I was not expecting you to bring Touka-chan, but it is not a problem! It is only natural for a man to want to bring his future wife to such a magnifique restaurant," Tsukiyama-san said. I'm not particularly happy about the 'future wife' part, but I can let Touka-chan handle punishment.
She immediately did as I had predicted. "Don't make up things, bastard." When fighting, being an Ukaku-type ghoul, she was very unpredictable and relied mostly on fast attacks- but you could probably pinpoint exactly what she was going to say whenever you insulted her or got on her nerves.
"Yes, yes, my dear Touka. Allow me to escort you to the waiting room as the chefs prepare everything," the male ghoul said as he led us into the restaurant. It was very nice with a variety of paintings and expensive looking things. The floor was a dark brown color with a red-whine colored carpet on top of it. The crevices of the walls and the ceiling and the floor were a color of gold with patterns on them. The quality of the exorbitantly expensive items was consistent throughout the rest of the restaurant, no doubt from donations, patrons and Tsukiyama-san's love with spicing things up.
We reached the waiting room within a few seconds. It was well decorated like that of a family room in a mansion, and it kept the theme of colors that the hallway and entrance had. "Please wait here, we will be with you shortly," the, I'm assuming, butler said as he closed the doors and headed off to prepare. Once again, assuming.
"He didn't ask us to shower... so that's a good sign, at least," Touka-chan said.
"S-shower? What do you mean?" I questioned why she said anything about showering.
We sat down, each on our own couch, as she answered my inquiry, "When I first met him, he invited me here too. He asked me to shower and then tried to eat me with his flock of disgusting ghouls."
Did- did he just say eat her? As in, cannibalism? Tsukiyama-san... did that? "Why would he do something like that?"
"He likes things that are different and enjoys extravagant things- as long as it's fun that piece of shit is bound to be interested."
I- I see... so he likes to things to stimulate himself... I can't really get mad at him though, it's not like I fully understand this ghoul and human business. Maybe if I witnessed it first hand I might get angry but, right now, I can just see Tsukiyama-san's hobbies as strange things he does.
"Can't you just forgive him? Nishio-san tried to kill me when we first met, but we're fine now," I tried to get her opinion on the matter.
"Because he's a gourmet and the things he does are nauseating."
Wow. Touka-chan must really hate him. But then again, she hates a lot of people...
I need something else to talk about or this'll get really awkward... um... think Kaneki... "So how'd it go with Yoriko-san?" Damn it Kaneki, that'll just make this even more awkward... ever since we met Yoriko and Hide at the mall... I really am an idiot.
She sighed in discontent. Touka-chan proceeded to wrap her arms around herself and pretended to shiver. "She wouldn't stop talking about cooking techniques, Valentine's Day, White Day[1] and all sorts of other things... thank you, Ken, I've learned a lot of useless things I'll definitely need to know later on." Her sarcasm was killing me on the inside.
"I give you my condolences; Hide wasn't nearly as bad. He just grinned to me and said 'Have fun' and then ran off."
Touka-chan chuckled. Her laugh was bewitching. It might be the first time I've heard her do something like that. Recently, I've been getting to know this girl a lot more- her sadistic-like side and her adorable side. Really, this is like a drama featuring overdramatic Latin American actors[2].
"Still... I was surprised to see Yoriko with him..."
I was also surprised to see him with Touka-chan's friend. "Some people might say opposites attract... but I think same sides can too."
Touka-chan coyly glanced to me. "You're weaker than all hell... but you're too... how can I make an argument against that? "
Nani? Nani? Did I do something wrong?
The black haired girl seemed uncomfortable being in this house with her arch enemy... if that's what she'd call him. No, she'd call him "bastard." But to someone like me, that'd just be like the main antagonist of her life. She seemed so out of it and queasy being in here. I don't really understand that though, it's a very nice place... maybe that's the reason?
I decided to get up to try and "comfort" her. It's a try, so this'll either end up well, or it'll be another Chernobyl. Moving my legs closer the girl was hard enough when you get a sense of uneasiness from her and you can feel death waiting around the corner and watching his magic time watch. The girl moved her head to look into my eyes as I stood above her with her one eye.
It seemed that she was perplexed as to my being here. "Wha-"
I gave her a small pat. She didn't glare or yell- a good sign. "It's okay- we're here together, you can rely on me."
It's not very convincing when someone like me says you can rely on them, but it's the most I can do to make Touka-chan feel better. "Hai, hai- your niceness will get the best of you sometime."
"Maybe. You know, you're quite simpatico," I told her.
"Simpatico?"
I turned around and headed back to my own couch. "It's a compliment." She eyed me looking for any lies that I had just told (of which there were none, calm down; you're too overactive. Why am I always getting judged and criticized by you? It's like the same thing all the time.)
She didn't find anything wrong with my response in the end. We waited in silence for the remainder of the time until the same guy came back to get us.
"This way, if you'd please follow me," he said. We did as he had asked and he lead us to a room where Tsukiyama-san was waiting with a sophisticated looking outfit on.
"Goodness, please excuse that I forgot to ask you to wear something nice- but no matter, we're here now, and that is all that matters. Please, sit," he said. The table was round so the three of us could sit an equal distance from each other.
The two of us sat down. It was only then that I remembered something. This was a restaurant... and the owner was a ghoul... and we were all ghouls here- I'm not human... I'm idiotic coming here without even understanding that. If we're going to eat, it's going to be humans- haha, I don't want to though. It's that I hate the taste, it's the guilt that I've eaten my own kind. Or maybe it'll be cannibalism- maybe I could go through with that, if I were to eat a murderer, but I have no idea how cannibalism with ghouls work and the taste might be like a dirty rag or old mayonnaise. It's not like I know. Maybe it didn't matter if it was human or ghoul- I'm half and half. I belong in both worlds. Either way it would be cannibalism, but maybe it's possible to think of it like just eating. I'm neither one or the others, I'm both, so I can't look at everyone as if I'm one of them. Doesn't that give me an obligation to see them all as food? No! Don't say that Kaneki, that's... too cruel for your personality.
We talked some- mostly me and Tsukiyama-san. Touka-chan just sat there and watched our interactions for most of the time unless the French accented man insulted or teased her. It might be plausible for them to get along if they tried. Kind of like Touka-chan and me. We were once on a one-sided, friendly relation, but now Touka-chan trusts me enough that I can talk to her normally.
A waiter came in after a quarter of an hour of us talking and brought meat. It reminded me of my favorite hamburgers- the patties of those burgers. I loved those with a passion, and now that I'm a ghoul, the same goes for human meat. It took a lot of strength to not go crazy and start devouring the scrumptious looking plate of food put in front of me.
"Well, prendre Plaisir," Tsukiyama-said as he put a handkerchief in his shirt.
The way he touched the fork and knife were that of high class. The graceful posture he sat and kept himself in was on another level from us commoners.
Should I try to copy and eat like him? Sure, I'll try to learn.
I took the knife and fork and tried to do the same. It must have looked awkward. Touka-chan, on the other hand, also struggled to eat like him. We were both fakes in a world of class.
I took a bite of my meal. Its taste was much different from the first time I ate meat and the other times... the flavor was just... different. I'm not sure why but it was so much better than any other thing I think I've had in my life as a ghoul.
Touka-chan and Tsukiyama-san too seemed to be in bliss.
It was as if we were too caught up in the meat than each other, so we didn't really talk much during that time of our dinner.
"So, how was it, my dear guests?"
"It was amazing!" I complimented him. "How did you get this flavor? You couldn't have put fruits or other meats- that's poisonous to us..."
"It was the work of my magnificent chef- I cannot reveal his secrets, but the fact that you enjoyed the meal- tres bien!"
Touka-chan didn't give feedback. When Tsukiyama-san smiled at her, but her reaction was making a 'Tch' sounds and moving closer to me. At the very least she likes me enough to do that... that's... that's an accomplishment... yes. I say that all the time, but it really is a big feat for me- especially me.
"Well then, friends- welcome to the show. I do hope you don't mind being today's entertainment!"
1. White Day happens one month after Valentine's Day. Look it up to find out more.
2. I unfortunately have to watch Colombian and Mexican shows because my Mexican mom likes them, and they're so OVER EXAGGERATING.
No more posting schedule. No more 3K words a story. Sorry lol, I forget to write most of the time, so I'll just post whenever I can.