I've considered continuing past the ending I've planned, because it would be possible. However, not only could I not come up with anything entertaining, but I think this end I have for her suits her well. This chapter pretty much sums up her entire personality. I think you see most of what makes her 'her' in this chapter. I spent a lot of time planning this one, and the second half of this chapter I've had in my mind almost since I started writing this story. The first half is just something that came naturally when I started writing. And by the way, I counted. In this chapter alone, she kills six people. I'm kind of curious now. Maybe I should go through and count how many people she kills total throughout this story.

I don't think this one requires a long author's note beforehand, so I'll let the chapter do the rest of the talking.

When I arrive at the warehouse, it's occupied by ghouls again. The snake masked ghoul from last time is nowhere to be found. That's not to say he hasn't been here since, or won't return after, but at least he won't get in my way for the time being.

"What're you doing 'round here, little lady?" A scruffy bearded ghoul approaches me, stumbling. The stench of alcohol wafts off of him in waves.

I scrunch my nose. "Disgusting."

"Excuse me?" he stops, anger shadowing his features. "What was that about me?"

"I said you're disgusting. Did some of that gunk on your face clog your ears? Or are you just too wasted to make out my words?"

"Now liss...listen here," he slurs. "That's is no way to talk to yur eldersss."

"And that's no way to talk to your superior, scum. Gather your drunk buddies and leave. I have business here to attend to, and you're all nothing but an eyesore."

"What?" he growls.

"I said," I release my bikaku, "that you're an eyesore! Get out before I get serious."

"You little…" He advances on me, his step tripping. Before he can take another one, I've run him through the stomach with my bikaku. He freezes, coughing. Blood spurts from his mouth and blends into the red of my tail. The koukaku sprouting from his back stops, still half inside of him. I drag him closer, until our faces are inches apart, grinning wildly.

"You should have run," I seethe. Then I slam him into the ground face first, grinding his face on the concrete and leaving smears of blood of his wake. I toss the body at his friends, who have scrambled to their feet even with their alcohol laced blood trudging through their veins. "And you," I address them, "should've done the same."

A few of them begin to release their kagune, but I stride over and bash the strongest looking among them into the wall, cracking both the concrete and skull upon impact. Before they understand what's happening, I use my bare hand to pin the closest one to the floor, digging my nails into his chest until I feel the stuttering of his heart. I then jerk it from him with one swift tug, watching him convulse on the ground beneath me. Ghouls have amazing regenerative abilities compared to humans, but even we cannot survive if you remove our heart or destroy our brain. We aren't immortal.

Biting into the organ in my hand, I turn to look at the others. "I might as well rip up the lot of you. I'm in the mood for a little bloodshed."

One of them resorts to begging. "Let us go, please!" His pronunciation is surprisingly clear, which leads me to conclude that either he hasn't drunk as much as the others or my performance has sobered him up. I approach the beggar, using my thumb to wipe a droplet of blood from my cheek.

"I gave you a chance, but you ignored it. Does a meat shredder just 'let you go' after you've completely disregarded the warning on it and stuck your hand in?" I grab his shaking hand by the wrist, chuckling to myself. "I don't think it does." I snap his wrist backwards before ripping it from its socket entirely. One of the other two begins to run, but I trip him with my tail. I sneer. These trash aren't even worth me using my ukaku.

I put pressure on the beggar's neck until he's torn from his shoulders and toss it at the female ghoul frozen in terror before getting to the one that tried to run. "Didn't you hear what I said?" I hiss, grabbing his hair. "I'm not the type of person to put up with anyone who doesn't listen to what I say."

Gathering all of the strength in my arm, I form the tips of my fingers into a wedge and shoot it through his torso. Before I can I touch the stomach acid I can smell leaking out, I grab ahold of his intestines and retract my arm. Unable to help myself, I laugh. Maybe the humans aren't so wrong after all. Here I am, tearing out someone's intestines. Perhaps their fear of those particular organs being taken from them are justified.

Before I leave him, I reach in and slit his stomach open wider. Our stomach acid is even more potent than a human's, and it'll eat through ourselves quickly and painfully if spilled. Once it's done with him, it'll probably sizzle through the floor and foundation before dispersing among the soil. All that'll be left of him is a corpse with a clean hole burned through it.

And now for the woman. Her breath catches when I turn my gaze on her. She was the only female with these men, and it isn't hard to see her purpose. The dress she wears barely covers anything it needs to, and she's drowning in excessive makeup. Her hair is done up in a bun all nice and fancy, and her legs are covered in fishnet.

"I don't know whether to feel disgusted by you or sympathetic," I huff, tucking my strand of white hair behind my ear. "Selling yourself like that...don't you have any ounce of dignity? While you're selling your body, how about I buy you? It's been awhile since I've eaten another girl. I'll buy your heart, you legs, your arms." I loom over her as she cowers like a pathetic puppy on the ground. "But you can keep your torso. It's undoubtedly been sullied. No one wants a used product."

Tears stream down her face, snot dripping from her nose. She looks absolutely hideous, and she wails when I point that out.

"Let her leave." I glance over my shoulder, finding the investigator grimacing at the bodies. He meets my eyes, all signs of uncertainty dissipating. "Let her live."

"It's not like her life is all that important," I shrug, smashing my bikaku through her skull. She crumples to the ground, dead before my tail can pierce the other end of her head. Prostitutes are useless, dregs of society. Then again, perhaps there's a beauty to them. At least they know they're ugly. Most of the rest of humanity outright lie to themselves to keep themselves sane. She was a ghoul, though. That already condemns her enough.

"What is it you wanted to meet me here for?" he demands, voice sturdy. "And where is Ms. Himura?"

"She's at home, last I saw. She would've gotten in the way, had I brought her. I wanted to meet you because I'm impatient. I can only wait for so long, Kaneki."

He shakes his head. "I've told you before, my name is Haise Sasaki."

"I beg to differ, Kaneki Ken. I happen to like that name of yours. Ka-ne-ki. It has a nice ring to it. Ken, not so much, but put it together and I think it sounds lovely. It would be detestable to call you any other way."

"You said you got impatient." He's ignoring my compliment. "What do you mean by that?"

"I want to see your kakuja." I state it as if I'm just saying I have a dry throat and want a drink. "I've seen your kagune, but I want to see this centipede I've read about. Does that shape perhaps have anything to do with the Chinese red-headed centipede that was put in your ear?"

He flinches. "What are you talking about?"

I grin. "Why, can't you remember anything about our time together? Yakumo was very prominent." His hand twitches, an obvious sign of discomfort. Even if he doesn't recall the events, his body remembers the pain. What I'm saying is poking at the part of him that remembers the suffering he's endured. "Was I that ugly when we met? You had to go and forget me? I mean, yes, my eyes had been gouged out of my skull, but I don't think I look too bad. I remember you. I wasn't so cruel as to erase my memory of you, even though your fingers and toes were ripped from you so many times. Your face of agony was distasteful to say the least, but I didn't go and forget that we met."

"I don't…" He blinks hard. "...understand."

"But when you tore down that brute and ate his kakuja, I was speechless! And now you yourself have a kakuja? I want to see this! Won't you show it to me, Kaneki?" I step closer to him, slipping my mask onto my face. "Please, Kaneki? Show me the shape of the centipede Yakumo stuck in your ear. Inflict on me the pain he caused you. Please, Kaneki? I want to see." I drag my finger down his cheekbone, my touch light. When I get to his chin, I stop, my ukaku unfurling from my back. I lean in closer and whisper into his ear. "Show me who you are, Kaneki Ken."

I draw back as he collapses to the ground, screaming and clutching at his head. His body trembles as his cries wrack him violently. As he screams, my laughter mixes into the clamor. I'll finally see it! I'll finally witness this kakuja from the boy that has consumed my mind ever since we met. I'll finally once again get to talk with the boy who originally captured my heart.

Noticing buds breaking through his shirt, I jump back before his rinkaku lashes out as if with a will of its own. I fend off the best I can without attacking. Where is it? Where is his kakuja?

"Fight me!" I encourage. "You have to put me down, or I'll hurt those you love! Isn't that what drives you? Fight me! Kill me! Try, I dare you!"

"My name," his voice shakes, "is Haise!"

"Are you going to keep lying to yourself, Kaneki? I thought you were better than that! I thought at least you would face the world head on! How long are you going to stay hidden behind that mask?"

"My name is Haise!"

"WAKE UP KANEKI!"

It truly does look like a centipede. It's almost as if the giant insect is bursting from its cocoon. It whips towards me faster than I've seen any kagune move, and it scrapes my arm before I'm able to twist out of the way. When he lifts his head, I see a shield of sorts has formed over his face. Interesting, how buglike it is. It makes me wonder if there's another reason for it taking such a shape, other than the centipede.

His eyes have gone mad, unfocused and yet staring straight at me. For a moment, I pause to get a better look at the wonderful expression on his face. His teeth are now clenched, and he growls like a vicious, feral animal. His stance shifts, becoming more predator-like and smooth. Every movement he makes reminds me of the sleekness of a snake.

At the last second, I duck to the side to avoid the oncoming kakuja. One of its legs rips into the flesh of my arm, causing me to hiss. The contact was only for a brief moment, but the pain shoots through my entire arm like fire. The shock of it causes me to stumble, but I regain my footing before I can commit any serious blunder.

That hurt, dammit! I've put up with my eyes being plucked out of their sockets over and over again, but for some reason this little scratch sears so much worse. Could it be because of the shape? Or maybe the force put behind it? Whatever it is, my grin spreads wider because of it.

"You're back!" I exclaim, clapping like a child. I whirl to dodge two tentacles of his rikaku. "You're back, Kaneki! We finally meet again! Ahaha! This is the best day of my life!" My laughter transforms into high pitched squealing as I nearly am hit again with his kakuja. Then it turns back into hysterical giggling. I dance around, carefully springing out of the way of his attacks as he trembles where he stands. One of his hands still grips his hair, as if trying to snap himself out of it, but the monster inside him is bearing its fangs without mercy. How lovely, how beautiful he is like this! Never have I seen something so amazing.

I shoot my ukaku back, causing him to defend. I stop, as does he when the beast in him comes to a realization. I'm not just running; I retaliate.

Thus it begins. I quickly discover that blocking his kakuja with my bikaku only damages my tail, so my only defence is to keep moving. Good thing I'm light on my feet. He is the hardest I have ever fought, without a doubt. Even with the onslaught of my wing projectiles and my battering tail, I rarely ever hit him, let alone draw blood. His rinkaku are pretty easy to fend off, but with the added kakuja, everything is so much more difficult! Mainly my arms are being shredded, which aren't so important to me, but every wound hurts like hell. If he hits my legs many more times, I'll begin grow lethargic and that'll be the end of me.

"I'm jealous of you, did you know that?" I call, jumping over a crate that is destroyed only moments after I've cleared it. "I've always wanted a kakuja! It's no fair that you get one and I don't. I've been eating other ghouls almost my entire life, and you've only been doing it for a few years. Maybe if I eat you, I'll get your kakuja!"

I drop to the ground too slow and one of the kakuja legs nicks my forehead. I leap out of his range and hastily assess the damage. The gouge isn't too deep, the excessive blood seeping only because it's a head wound. As soon as I've come to my conclusion, I'm sprinting again to narrowly get out of the way of his rinkaku.

The contrast between us is glaring. He bleeds from small punctures that are healing as we fight, while my right arm is barely usable anymore. My left isn't in much better shape, either. There are three massive gashes in my leg tendons, throwing my balance off and making it harder to evade. The iron smell of my own blood fills my nostrils, causing me to choke. Still, I can't wipe the smile from my lips. Even with pain crippling my usually graceful movements, I've never felt so carefree! I'm almost...peaceful.

But the blood….I've never had so much of my own spilled. The smell is overwhelming! I'm growing dizzy from the potency of it.

One of his rinkaku skims my side and the world flashes red. Everything is stained in blood, and for one dreadful second, I'm in the warehouse from all those years ago and Kiyoko is lying dead in front of me.

And then it all jolts back to normal and I'm thrust a foot backwards. My mask drops off, clattering to the floor by my feet. Feeling something in my stomach, I lower my gaze down. One of his rinkaku has run me clean through. I hold back a cough, feeling blood try to rise in my throat.

At the same moment, his kagune stop. His rinkaku frozen, he retracts his kakuja. His breathing slows to an even pace and his eyes return to normal. When he comprehends the sight in front of him, he gasps, tearing his rinkaku away from me.

My knees quake with the effort to stay standing, the agony of my injuries and of having a hole through my torso too much to bear.

"I…." His mouth opens and closes like a fish. "I didn't…"

"No, you," I pause so blood doesn't spout from my mouth while I talk, "you didn't. That was," hack, "Kaneki." The terror in his expression brings laughter to my lips, although it ends with a gurgled, drowning sound.

He rushes to me, pausing at my side with uncertainty. I can practically see his thoughts on his face. He's wondering, 'what am I to do? How can I fix this? I can't have killed someone!'

Using whatever strength I have left, I grab the collar of his bloodstained shirt and hold his face close to mine so he can hear my whispered words. "But then again...you are Kaneki, Haise. You killed me. I'm dying." I force his hand to feel the gaping hole, and he doesn't resist. All willpower seems to have drained out of him. "I'm dying, Kaneki." My lips twitch into a small smile. "Now...we're both killers. You have to….follow me to hell, okay?" Lips trembling, my smile falls. Something warm trickles down my cheeks, and for once, I don't think it's blood. "Don't….don't let me go there alone."

I'm dying. Finally, after thirteen years, I'm following Kiyoko. Everything I had was taken from me that day. There's nothing left for me here, nor is there any place in this world for murderers. Every last one of us deserves the solitary deaths that come for us, but for some reason I couldn't accept that. I had to go and find someone, and force them to join my fate. I had to make the one I fell in love with a murderer.

I wonder how Ms. Himura will react to the money I gave her. Will she spend it? Or will she go and give it to the police. If she chooses to keep it, it should be just enough to break her out of her poverty. Kiyoko would've liked her mom to live well. I hope she also gets that letter to Uta. Since I couldn't repay a favor for the mask, I added some extra money along with the thank you note. I guess it doesn't really matter if it gets to him, does it?

Why did I come here today? Why did I invite him out here? Perhaps I knew I would die. Maybe I came here specifically for him to kill me. That would explain why I burned all my files on a whim. Funny. I can't gather the strength to laugh, but it's funny. All this time I've wanted to see his kakuja, maybe even be killed by it, but it's his regular kagune that does me in in the end.

Kaneki's face begins to grow blurry, and his panicked voice slowly fades into a distant ringing. I guess it's time to go. It's about time. My heart died thirteen years back, and my body is only now going after it.

My eyes are drifting to look over his shoulder when everything comes back into focus. My breathing stops as I return Kiyoko's stare. The blood is gone, and she's simply the little girl I knew all those years ago, eyes bright and smile shining. It's the face of the innocence that I lost.

Then, I break. My legs give out from under me and I collapse, the world growing dark. As I fall, I apologize to her, to the one friend I've missed so dearly.

Sorry, Kiyoko. I can't be your hero.

Yes, I've planned her dying since the beginning. Is it all that surprising? Taking into account her personality, and my other stories' endings, I'm sure a few of you saw this coming. I'm sure I've mentioned before that my heart goes out to Hanako, and it truly does. A piece of myself goes into all of my characters, so it's painful for even me when I kill them off. I'm beginning to suspect I'm somewhat of a masochist, considering how much I put my characters through... Anyway, shout out to Delta Marauder who commented a ton. I always love hearing what you guys think, whether they're suggestions or just plain side comments. I guess I should mention how I picture Hanako appearance wise, now. To me, she's always had long black hair and hazel-ish eyes. She's fairly small in stature, which is one reason she's so light on her feet. I'd say she can't be taller than 5'3, but probably over five feet. How did you guys picture her? No one has mentioned that.

Halloween is tomorrow! I can't wait! I'm throwing a little party with a couple of my friends, and it should be a ton of fun!

Till then, Kisses from SnowyNeko! :3 MEOW!