Disclaimer: I have no right or claim whatsoever over the anime/manga the readers know as Tokyo Ghoul, this is merely a fanwork based off of the characters and plot and I am by no means making any money or profit off of it. Enjoy. (Or don't, I don't really care)

A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for this later-than-usual update, and this one isn't even important, it's just an omake…Long story short, school is a 'female dog', Midterms are coming up, and I have a project to finish. So, I can't find the time to edit the next chapter and trust me, it needs all the edits it can get. I absolutely refuse to publish it the way it is now. Sooo I hope you guys can be satisfied with this Halloween/Thanksgiving double-feature Omake thingy. (Don't mind the fact that Halloween was literally about a month ago hahahahahaha)

Also, I don't mean to get all emotional on you guys, but I noticed I haven't really thanked you for staying with me all this time, so I'll do it now! Ahem, thank you all for reading my story and for your kind reviews! I had a lot of mixed feelings publishing this story, but I realize those emotions were all for naught at seeing all the positivity from you guys. Thank you so much!

(P.S.) A shipping poll is up on my page now, if you want to go vote.

Guest Replies:

Guest (1): Yes, little Kaneko is a kitty at heart. :3

J: Etoken, huh? I have not seen much of that pairing.

Kawaii: Woah, you're quite the rare shipper. I didn't think I would see a JuuzouxKaneki person in this story-that's not a bad thing though! (And Shuuneki is love, Shuuneki is life, buuuut I'm not sure if it's gonna happen)


Holloween

Little 12-year-old Hide walked to his friend's house in his homemade costume, humming as he walked along the darkening streets. His friends were all meeting at Akira's house so they could start trick-or-treating!

With a grin on his face, the blonde arrived and knocked on his friend's green door, which opened with a bang as his friends greeted him enthusiastically.

"Hide's here!"

"Mou, we've been waiting for you since for-ev-er!"

"Wait—what are you wearing?"

His friends laughed at the crappy costume as soon as they saw him, and he laughed along with them because it was just that bad—also, he was a suck up.

"Dude, are serious? The sun?"

A giggle. "Yeah, Hide! What were you thinking?! You'll never get a lot of candy looking like that!"

The little boy smiled politely at his friends teasing jabs, which hurt more than he let on. He thought he would fit the part perfectly! But, looking at his other friends, he realized he appeared horribly out of place. While he was wearing a crappy cardboard costume, cut and painted to look like the sun with a hole in it to put his head through, his friends were wearing professional-looking outfits of witches, pirates, and Star Wars characters.

"I was just too lazy to do anything fancy…" Hide laughed dryly. The truth is, he spent hours on this costume. He insisted on making the thing by himself, so his parents backed off and left him to his own devices…In hindsight, maybe he should've let them help him.

None of the other children noticed their friend's ire and they continued mocking him as they began walking through the neighborhood.

"Ne, ne, it's so dark out here! Hide, do your job correctly!"

"Yeah, yeah! C'mon Mr. Sun, where's all the light?"

Hide puffed out his chest and, grabbing a flashlight he brought with him—his mom insisted on it—the blonde jumped onto a nearby tree stump and flicked the black flashlight on. "Ta-da~!" He shined it on his friend's faces, smirking as he saw his clown-like antics got a laugh out of them. "And Hide said, 'Let there be light'!" He cried, smiling like a fool.

"Haha! Since when did you become God?"

Hide jumped down from the tree stump and put a hand on his hip—the one that was holding the flashlight. "Don't you know? I was God from the very beginning." Hide shook his head as if he were patronizing his friends.

"Hide, you're so ridiculous!" A brunette laughed, her shoulders shaking from her giggling.

The sun-clad boy grinned in response. "Yeah, but you love me anyway!"


Kaneki sat at the kitchen table, toilet paper wrapped around her in a cheap imitation of a mummy. Under the wrappings, she wore green shorts and a yellow t-shirt.

The girl would be going out to get candy but her aunty said that she didn't deserve to go…that Halloween was pointless. (That Kaneki was pointless) And yet, the woman allowed her own son to go. The one that stays inside to play video games all day. The one that fails nearly every test at school. The one that is a carbon copy of aunty.

Kaneki would've pointed out the irony in the situation, but she didn't want another bruise to be added to her ever-growing collection.

A horror movie played in the background, adding to the Halloween spirit. The middle-schooler heard the small grunts of surprise coming from the living room where her aunty and her uncle sat on the couch, watching the TV.

Kaneki wasn't allowed to watch TV. Aunty didn't want to waste the electrical bills on a worthless girl. Kaneki was supposed to focus on her studies. Passing grades don't make themselves. Kaneki was supposed to fend for herself in this matriarchal hierarchy in the family. She was given a daily allowance of a few hundred yen to eat every day. Kaneki was supposed to "not be an annoyance." Aunty said she was an annoyance anyway.

Kaneki was dead tired.

Kaneki didn't care anymore.

Ah, but right now Kaneki had to get her homework or else Aunty would hi—scold her for her bad grades. (The woman 'scolded' her when she got good grades too so it doesn't really matter anyway)

The doorbell rung. The hollow girl didn't hear her aunty getting up to get the door. Kaneki got up to get the door instead.

The collective chorus of "Trick-or-Treat!" sounded as the mummy answered the door, holding a bowl of candy.

Kaneki looked up at the group of trick-or-treaters and immediately wished she hadn't.

"Oh, Kaneki—that is your name, right?" Nagachika asked. (Though, he really didn't need to because he knows the girl's name inside-out, forwards and backwards, and by heart)

If Kaneki's eyes got any wider, they could gain enough gravitational pull to become their own planets.

"N-Nagachika-san…" The girl looked behind the popular boy and, sure enough, he had an entourage.

"Pfft, what's with that costume? It's even worse than Hide's."

"Lol, she was probably too ashamed to go trick-or-treating looking like that."

"Yeah, she's literally wearing trash! Haha!"

Nagachika frowned—scowled actually. Whipping around faster than a tornado, he sent a glare towards his friends, all of which were surprised at the usually easy-going boy's reaction. "Kaneki's costume is fine! Just look at how realistic the make-up is!"

Kaneki wasn't wearing make-up. Ouch.

The friends, sufficiently chastised, begrudgingly nodded along with Hide's point.

"…Yeah, the bruises are pretty realistic…I guess."

"Un, they're all dark and purple-y."

"Eh, I've seen better, though."

Kaneki decided to stop the remarks there, partly from disgust from how quickly they jumped on the bandwagon and partly from…actually, it was just disgust.

"I don't have make-up on."

Silence.

"But, what about the marks on your arms and legs?" Nagachika questioned cautiously, dipping his feet into dangerous territory.

Kaneki felt her eyes widen once more for the day. She literally just indirectly told them about her abuse.

"O-oh those! They're from…falling…down the stairs…repeatedly." She wanted to smack herself.

Like hell they were from falling down the stairs! There was one shaped in a freaking hand-print on her wrist!

All of the kids had the decency not to point that out.

"O-oh, I, uh, didn't take you for a clumsy person." Nagachika broke the silence.

The (non-make-up wearing) girl practically shoved the candy bowl out for her classmates to take, not ready for them to discover any of her other secrets.

"Take two."

They didn't take only two, but Kaneki was too embarrassed to say anything more.

She felt relief, and oddly enough disappointment when the group left.

She should've thanked Nagachika for standing up for her.

Kaneki snorted. Whatever.


Kaneki's classmates left her alone for a couple of weeks after that. It didn't last any longer than that, though.


Thankless Giving

"You need more money? B-but, I need it to celebrate Thanksgiving with Kenna…"

Kaneki stilled as she heard her mommy's incredulous voice float into the living room.

"N-no, it won't be a problem!"

Kaneki pouted. Her mommy was doing it again.

"Yes, of course, I'll get the money, I'll think of something!"

The little girl recognized the edge in her mommy's voice. She got up from the couch, bringing her daddy's book with her. Kaneki would have to disappear for a while.

"I'll be sure to get you the money by then…Goodbye, sister."

The sound of the phone being slammed down onto the receiver made Kaneki flinch and speed up. No way was she going to be in the middle of another one of her mommy's fits.


"Here mommy." Kaneki held out her piggy bank with hopeful eyes.

"You…" Her mommy looked at her with hate, smacking the piggy bank out of her hands.

"M-mommy?" The piggy bank shattered.

"It's all your fault!" Her mommy slammed Kaneki's head down onto the ground, kicking the girl over and over and over again.

The crazed screams filled the tiny room, a mixture of sobbing and screaming. "If you weren't here, I would have enough money! If you weren't here…if you weren't here…if only you weren't here." It was just sobbing now.

"K-kenna, don't turn into your mother, okay?" The woman brought her unconscious child up to her chest. "Don't be the one to hurt others, be the one getting hurt. Don't be like me…do not be like me, please…"

The next morning, all Kaneki would remember of the previous night were the gentle hugs and soft whisperings of her insane mother.


Thanksgiving came. Kaneki's mother got the money.

The two had a microwaveable dinner for the holiday.

Kaneki told her mother she was thankful for having "such a wonderful mommy!"

Kaneki's mother cried. Her little girl thought they were tears of joy (they weren't).


When her mommy died, Kaneki was completely lost. She didn't know how to go on. She didn't want to go on. Then her aunty reached out to her, and Kaneki was thankful.


The little girl found trouble connecting her mother to her aunty.

Her mother was crazy, her aunty was kind. Her mother was always working, her aunty was there for her always. Her mother was an abuser, her aunty only gave out gentle touches.

It's official, Kaneki concluded. Aunty is nothing like mommy.


That year's Thanksgiving was wonderful, filled with food and laughter. With warmth and love. With acceptance, with content. (And a touch of malice, not that Kaneki would've noticed, nor did Kaneki realize the fact that all the money to pay for these wonderful things were from her mother. Her dead mother who died from exhaustion.)

Kaneki didn't sweat the small details, she was just happy to be with her family.


Everything changed when it was made clear that Kaneki was smarter than aunty's son.

"Look aunty!" Kaneki smiled shyly as she presented yet another 100 to her makeshift mother, fully expecting a smile and a pat on the back for her hard work.

"Ara, ara? Another one?" The woman turned to her child. "And what did you get sweetie?"

The lazy boy sheepishly held up his own grade, showing a 30 in bright red colors.

Kaneki missed the tightening grip her aunty had on the cooking utensil in her hand.

"Sweetie, go to your room." Kaneki made a move to leave, but was stopped by a firm grip on her arm. "Not you Kaneki, you stay." Alarms blared in Kaneki's mind.

As soon as aunty had the little girl alone, all hell broke loose.

"You insolent brat!"

Kaneki was pushed onto the floor.

"How dare you boast about yourself?! Do you think you're better than I am?"

"I never—"

"Silence!" The shrill scream startled the little girl.

"You don't deserve to be here, I should've never taken you in! Get out! Go!"

Kaneki didn't stay and test her luck.

That night, Kaneki slept by her mother's grave, thinking that her aunty and her mommy weren't so different after all.


Kaneki tried to win favor from her aunt again.

"Here aunty, I got your favorite fruit!"

Her aunty looked at it coldly. "I don't like it anymore."

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"Here aunty, I made you a flower wreath!"

"It's ugly." Her aunty tossed it in the trash.

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"Here aunty, I made you a card."

The woman ripped it into pieces.

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"I'll run the errands for you."

"You'll just screw it up." She walked past Kaneki.

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"I can help with cooking."

The woman glared at the nuisance.

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That Thanksgiving, Kaneki found 10,000 yen on the table.


"Class, listen up!" The teacher clapped her hands together to get her students' attentions. "We're making thank you cards for Thanksgiving today!"

The class cheered. Kaneki didn't.

As the teacher passed out paper and other supplies for card-making, she noticed that Kaneki was just staring blankly at her paper.

"What's the matter, Kaneki-chan?" The teacher leaned down to check on her quietest student.

"Sensei…I don't know what to write."

Kaneki's teacher laughed. "Why, that's what you're worried about? You can write just about anything, even a 'Thank you for feeding me' card."

The quiet girl didn't even crack a smile. "Sensei, I don't feel too good."

"Ahh, um…you can go to the nurse's office." The teacher said, taken aback by the girl's dull behavior.

Kaneki wasted no time in leaving.


That Thanksgiving, Kaneki found that she had nothing to give thanks for.


A/N: I apologize once more for this unexpected and late update... On a lighter note, did you notice the pun on Halloween and the double meaning on Thankless Giving? :P Also, if you see any mistakes just leave a review or PM me, I unfortunately didn't have time to edit this one.