Warning: Kaneki/Hide.
Chapter Two
He woke up.
He looked around, but felt lost. He indeed was - couldn't remember or recognize, not a thing. He began panicking - chest deflating and inflating, as his heart thumped and thudded.
He heard footsteps, of doctors and nurses. He stood up - ripping his IV, out of him. He became restrained - strapped down, onto his bed. He started struggling - thrashing around, overall overpowered and overwhelmed.
XOXO
He sobbed loudly.
He'd been briefed - told everything, of his accident. He suffered neurological complications - hit his head, scarred himself horribly. He underwent surgery - many cosmetic surgeries, salvaging himself.
He'd been sedated - given sleeping medications, to calm him. It was working - slowly taking effect, inducing sleep.
"You're beautiful, just beautiful."
"Who are you?"
"I'm your doctor, William Crawford. You were in a car crash, a severe car crash. You suffered neurological complications."
"When will my memories return?"
"I'm not sure. It could take days, months, or even years."
"You must do something, then."
"I did as much as I can. It's a matter of time."
"I can't wait that long, not knowing who I am."
"I will help you. It is a matter of time, though."
XOXO
He smiled widely.
The house was amazing - an enormous property, his doctor's property. He walked closer - through the gates, as his doctor followed. He went inside - enthusiastically exploring, an innate reaction.
It's his home now - a temporary residency, until his memories come. His bedroom been prepared - full of basic necessities, like stationery and toiletries and clothes.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Crawford."
"Your welcome, Hide. I hope you feel comfortable here."
"I'm sure I will."
"Oh, I've taken the liberty and enrolled you into a prestigious university. Your uniform is in the closet. Your school supplies and textbooks are on the desk."
"I wasn't aware."
"I figured attending school would jog up your memories a bit."
"I guess so."
"I heard classes start the next week. You have time to study, get ahead on lessons."
"I definitely will."
"That's a good boy."
XOXO
He sat down.
He ate quietly - slicing through the meat, favoring the smell. It tasted better – full of herbs and spices, flavors he hadn't tasted before.
He was presented dessert – fudge brownies, an enchanting chocolate doused and drenched brownies. It was so surgery – sweet and saccharine, a true chocolate delight.
"How is your dinner?"
"It's delicious, Mr. Crawford. The cooks did a wonderful job."
"Are you excited, to start school? It should jog your memories."
"I'm afraid I'm a bit nervous, Mr. Crawford."
"I completely understand. You went through quite an ordeal."
"I'll pull through."
"That's the spirit."
XOXO
The bell rang.
The other students stared – watching him curiously, explicitly because he's new. He fidgeted uncomfortably – slightly twitching and trembling, especially while being introduced. He blushed bright red – cheeks coloring crimson, emphasizing his freckles. He hid his face – lowering his eyes, even when he spoke.
His hair blocked everybody - a veil concealing him, of blond locks. It had grown - shoulder length exactly, on winter break. It suited him - the mature appearance, overall really well.
"I'm Professor Reed. Why don't you tell the class about yourself?"
"My name is Hideyoshi Nagachika, but I prefer Hide. I love horror movies and music. I also like playing video games. I hope we get along."
"I'm sure we will, Hide. I have a desk for you by the window."
"Thank you."
"Let's begin today's lecture, then."
XOXO
The silence was unnerving.
He was anxious – jittery and jumpy, even somewhat claustrophobic. He kept getting stares – studied and scrutinized, especially because he's new. He hated the attention – the subtle glances and glimpses, explicitly standing out.
He watched the time - chewing his lip, which hurt soon. He leaned back - solving another equation, wearily and woefully.
"Are you alright, Hide?"
"I'm fine, Professor."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course."
"Can we talk after class, then? I have few things I want to discuss with you."
"I have a time."
"Perfect."
XOXO
The classroom emptied.
He stayed behind - sitting in his desk, as his classmates left. His professor waved goodbye - before coming over, an envelope with him. It's important clearly - containing private and personal information, a curious conversation worth having.
He leaned forward - blond eyebrows furrowing together, in intrigue and interest. His head turned – tilting and tipping sideways, including his hair. His hands folded – atop his desk, intertwined and interweaved intricately.
"When you transferred, I received your medical history. During break, I read over them. And, I learned about your recent … condition."
"You're referring to my amnesia."
"I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you, that you can come to me if you ever need help."
"That's very kind of you."
"If there is anything I can do, just let me know."
"Yeah, I will."
"Alright, I will see you tomorrow."
"Yup."
"Don't procrastinate on your homework."
XOXO
It didn't work.
He fled from campus - disappointed and dispirited, but mostly heartbroken. He flopped down - on a swing, built by wood. He swayed - back and forth, before suddenly gasping.
He saw someone – watching him from afar, with white hair and silver eyes. They approached him – then kneeling down, warily stroking his cheek. They strangely smiled – circling behind him, while pushing him.
"You look … gorgeous, Hide."
"T-Thank you …"
"I should've apologized sooner to you."
"W-What are you talking about?"
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have to go under a knife."
"I have to leave!"
"Wait!"
XOXO
It wasn't far.
The city materialized – tall and towering, an area harboring wondrous skyscrapers. He hurried there – frantically and fearfully running, as the other boy followed. He suddenly stumbled – tumbling and toppling over, a tragic setback.
He fell down – onto his back, while his head dangerously spun. He rolled over – reaching shakily out, with his hand. He looked up – security noticing him, who reacted instantly and instinctively.
"Why are you running from me, Hide?!"
"I don't know you …"
"What do you mean?!"
"I don't know you …"
"It's me, Kaneki, your best friend!"
XOXO
It happened quickly.
He's helped up – lifted into someone's arms, a guard's probably. He's carried away – to an awaiting vehicle, as Kaneki furiously protested. He's set down – in the backseat, an area where Mr. Crawford lounged.
The vehicle backed out - tires screeching and squealing, against the cement. He slumped down - ears carefully covered, as he heard shouting outside. It wouldn't stop - hurting his head, a delicate and docile thing.
"Hide!"
"P-Please stop …"
"You can't trust him, Hide!"
"S-Stop …"
"He's not a good man, Hide!"
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