A/N

So my friend abandoned me today so I had nothing better to do, apart from feel sorry for myself, so I got this chapter written :P I apologize if it's not great (though I'm hoping it's alright) since I'm feeling super run down. I'm not gonna go into detail, but I just feel terrible D:

But you didn't come here to hear me rant! So, ima shut up and let you read on x'D

Enjoy the chapter ^^

Peace out, my lovely peeps!XxX

RIN'S P.O.V

I still can't help but shudder every time I think of that purple pervert, tipping the contents of the trash can into the dumpster out back, trying to get my mind off of the freak that goes around sniffing people. There's no way he can be human; the way that Kaneki spoke about him, saying that he was dangerous, means that there's no chance that he's going to just be some random customer. I'm going to have to do exactly what Kaneki says to avoid meeting with that guy again.

Sighing, I flick the lid of the dumpster down again, rubbing the base of my neck, wincing as I allow my fingers to roll into the skin, releasing the pent up tension that's trapped there. However, the second I turn around, all of it surfaces again, my blood chilling to the point where I freeze on the spot. Why?! Of all places, why here, where I can't really escape unless I want to risk making an absolute fool out of myself?

"Good morning, Rin-kun," Tsukiyama giggles, stepping out of the shadows so that I'm able to see his form in full, his body towering over mine by a good few inches, meaning that I have to look up if I want to glare at his eyes properly. However, I can't bring myself to even do that; the fear of whatever the perverted asshole has in mind to do with me keeps me rooted.

"Leave me alone, pervert," I hiss in response, Tsukiyama seeming to actually flinch, as if my words have hit him with a bigger force than intended, a discontented sigh huffing from his lips as he smooths over his hair, my limbs gradually gaining warmth again. Enough so that I can actually start trying to get away from him, turning my back so that I can attempt to make a run for it, using the element of surprise as my escape mechanism.

"Such cruel words to use against someone who knows what you really are... Demon." The second that word leaves his lips, I feel every single one of my muscles go rigid, quickly whirling around to face his smirking features that look far too sweet. It's almost bitter. How the fuck does he even know about that?! I don't understand; I've told nobody here in Tokyo about me being a demon. Not even Kaneki knows! So how the heck did this perverted freak manage to figure it out?!

"How-"

"-Your scent. It's truly an enchanting aroma that holds a mystery I certainly can't help but admire," he chimes flamboyantly, opening out his arms as if he's not just speaking to me, but also the sky and the clouds that lazily dot it, a frown fixing itself over my eyebrows. Maybe I can just play this off as I usually do in situations like this, though I've never been in one quite as warped and distorted.

"Because that's not creepy in any way!" I retort, backing away from Tsukiyama a little, though he takes a step forward every time I edge backwards, making sure that the distance between us never lessens. Then, he puts a finger to his lips, as if in thought, tilting his head to the side with a small smile that sends lashes of ice down my spine.

"I wonder... Does Kaneki-kun know?" He whispers, my eyes quickly widening the second my heart takes a sudden leap, a lump beginning to form in my throat as I once again freeze on the spot, unable to answer. My mouth feels so dry, as if all of the air has been sucked out all at once. Why does it feel like I can't breathe? All of a sudden, Tsukiyama lets out a crisp laugh, clapping his hands together as he leans closer to me, resting a finger on my chest. "Oh he doesn't! Isn't that just perfect pour moi?" Tsukiyama cries out, whirling around to turn his back to me, though it doesn't stop a confused frown from enveloping my features.

"What're you talking about?" I inquire, my hands quickly curling themselves into fists as his over-the-top attitude really starts to push my last nerve, anger tingling through my veins as he simply breathes yet another giggle, looking over his shoulder at me with a sickening smile that twists my stomach.

"You wish to keep the truth from him, non?" He mutters, causing my eyes to flicker away from him instantly, one of my hands flexing out again so that it can fiddle with the fabric of my apron, my teeth finding a home in my bottom lip. Of course I don't; if he found out about me being a demon... Would he be afraid of the monster I really am? "See! It's all over your face. I can make it seem as if I know nothing. That, to me, you're just the same as they all see. But I must warn you," then he quickly leans forward, grabbing my shoulders whilst his lips brush close to my pointed ear, "the padlock to seal these lips comes at a price." Gulping as he pulls away, I push my hair out of my eyes, trying to stop my hands from trembling by keeping them occupied in some way. I think I know where this is going and I'm sure as hell not looking forward to it. Because it probably means that I'm going to have to go against Kaneki's advice.

"What do you want from me?" I ask shakily, nerves clearly getting to me from the way that my voice shudders with anxiousness, my stomach pulling itself in a million different directions, though I try my hardest to keep the vomit from rising. Smirking, Tsukiyama presses his finger to his lips, which he licks, as if in anticipation.

"Your flesh. A few mouthfuls once a day to be precise; true, ghouls aren't supposed to acquire a taste for demon flesh. However, I see potential for a most divine experience with you!" He trills, smiling to himself as he pulls back a little, straightening himself out as I allow myself to think my way through this before accepting to do anything he wants me to. If I give him my flesh, he'll keep quiet about me being a demon, though it'll probably result in Kaneki getting suspicious if I get up to leave every single night with some kind of lame excuse. And that's when I get an idea that will allow me to stop that from happening, though it makes my stomach churn with guilt. But I have to do it. I have to protect my secret.

"When? And where?" I mutter in questioning, barely able to hold back the trembling in my tone any more, deciding that I may as well expose my nervousness to him; it's clear that, no matter what I want, he's got me wrapped around his little finger. As long as he knows about me being a demon, that's not going to change. I'm at his every beck and call now.

"Le soir at the cafe named Délice. Don't keep me waiting~!" He chimes, waltzing down the alley again with a giggle, my eyes flickering down to analyze my skin, which has become ghostly pale with fear. I don't have a choice; he's gonna reveal what I really am if I don't show. Now, all I have to do is keep this all a secret from Kaneki. And I'm dreading doing what I plan to do.

"I'm so damn exhausted!" Kaneki breathes, slumping down on the bed the second we get back to the apartment, both of our bodies sagging from the day at work that we've both had to endure, though I've also been suffering from the constant anxiety that's plagued me ever since my conversation with Tsukiyama. After that, I had to make sure that I prepared everything for tonight, by which I mean that I've ensured that I have what is required to knock Kaneki out for a good few hours. Long enough for Tsukiyama to sink his teeth to my flesh in exchange for secrecy.

So, though I wish to join him in resting, there's no way I can; I'm way too tense and I just know there's no way I'm gonna be able to relax until I get this over with. Tsukiyama asked me to meet him at nightfall, at least I think so, which means that I don't have long going by the way that violet is creeping into the amber tantrum of the sky, creating the medley of dusk that I know all too well by now.

"You relax and I'll make us both a coffee," I mutter with a smile, Kaneki frowning in confusion as he sits back up again, narrowing his eyes as if he's scrutinizing me.

"You're offering to make coffee, despite the fact that you've never made it before in your life?" He asks, my heart already starting to pick up its pace since it feels like, the longer I waste time, the quicker he'll find out what I intend to do.

"I've made coffee before! Yukio's addicted to the damn stuff!" I lie, feeling a twist of pain when I think about my twin, wondering if he's freaking out about me going missing yet. Then again, he has no idea that I've become a ghoul, so I'm betting that Mephisto has managed to cover up my disappearance. I honestly hope so; I don't want my own brother being frightened of me when he learns about what I am. If a demon wasn't bad enough, I'm now part ghoul as well. Who the fuck wouldn't be terrified of that combination?

"Alright. But I'm super picky so, for your sake, you better get it right," he threatens, though a laugh catches on his tone, causing me to nervously breathe a giggle before retreating to the kitchen so that Kaneki can't ask me any questions about my obviously weird behavior. I'm almost certain he's noticed, but maybe he's pinning it down to other reasons. I mean, there's no way he knows about Tsukiyama confronting me, right?

With shaking hands, I quickly prepare the coffees, taking myself by surprise when I actually know what I'm doing, sipping both of them to test that they taste at least decent, though I can't help but consume a mouthful when I find myself more than satisfied. Kaneki was right when he said that I'd develop a 'certain love for coffee'.

However, now comes to part that makes my throat tighten with nerves, my fingers plucking the small bottle from my pocket that contains the sleeping drops that I intend to pour into Kaneki's drink. I know it's awful, but what else am I supposed to do? There's no way he's gonna let me out of his sight after only a couple of days of becoming a ghoul since my behavior is probably still way too unpredictable.

Biting down on my lip, I add more than the recommended amount of drops into his coffee, just in case it has different effects on different species. Also, I have to make sure that he doesn't wake up until tomorrow morning since, if he awoke earlier, he'd know that I'd done something to his drink. So, once I'm done, I shove the petite vile back into my pocket, picking the mugs up by their handles, being sure to keep tabs on which one is the drugged one. I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Here you go," I mutter, handing Kaneki his mug, which he accepts with a smile, though I can't seem to even force one, my nerves jumping all over the place as I press the cup to my lips, gulping down a mouthful whilst he just calmly sips at his. And my stomach won't stop coiling, so there's that too. Oh my fucking God what the hell have I done?! Is it too late to change my mind?

"Tastes good. Little sweet but I guess I can forgive that," Kaneki praises with a laugh, an anxious one slipping from me as I do everything I can to produce a smile, though I know that it probably looks terribly fake. It's not my fault; with every mouthful he takes, the worse I feel. I can't remember the last time I felt so damn guilty!

Just as I'm finishing off my final mouthful, Kaneki places his mug on the end table, stretching himself out as he yawns, already starting to look a little drowsy. "I knew I was tired but... Not this much," he murmurs, his eyes flickering up to find my own, though I don't allow myself to meet his gaze. That was a bad move. "Rin? What's wrong?" He asks, shuffling a little closer to me so that he can force me to look at him, his fingers wrapping around my jaw so that I don't have any other option. And, in that single instance, he sees every single negative emotion that fills them, confusion weaving itself into his features.

"Nothing. I'm fine!" I stutter, backing away from him so that I can get to my feet. However, as I do, I feel something slip out of my pocket, landing on the floor with a muffled thudding sound, my stomach screwing itself up into a crumpled knot when my gaze seeks out the bottle of sleeping drops lying idly on the carpet. But I'm not the only one; Kaneki soon notices it too, his eyes widening the second he realizes exactly what it is, his unbelieving orbs of silver quickly finding my face.

"Rin... What...?" Before he can finish, his eyelids begin to fall to a close, his body going limp as the drugs take effect, consuming him and dragging him down into slumber against his will, my teeth buried deeply into my bottom lip whilst my fingernails dig into my palms, as if that's really enough to punish me. I freaking drugged him! What the fuck is wrong with me?!

"I'm sorry, Kaneki," I mutter quickly before I bolt, unable to stay here in the suffocating air any longer; I need to escape from there before my guilt completely crushes me.

So I run, darting through the darkness of dusk as I make my way to where I promised to meet Tsukiyama so that he can take my flesh. Maybe then I'll be able to suffer enough for what I've done; I'm not gonna feel better about it until I feel as if I've been through enough pain to make up for it.

I had no idea that that's exactly what I was going to get... And more.