The music was loud and reverberates strongly in Kaneki's ears as he feels another headache coming, making him wince.

Upon Kanou's death, the FBI takes the precautionary measures, knowing that the big boss had undoubtedly realised that someone was after him after the death of one of his closest subordinates, and were compelled to quadruple their work and devote great amounts of time to their operation.

Tonight, Kaneki was at the V, a nightclub situated in a shady district of Tokyo, and was particularly well-known for being visited by a lot of gang members and leaders where they signed their agreements and made deals.

His squad mates were seeking for Kaiko - the big boss since it was rumored that he was the owner of the club and had been operating it undercover by recruiting less well-known people.

Arima Kishou had ordered him to monitor who visited the club more frequently and look for anything that would point them toward Kaiko. Kaneki had been looking at it for two weeks, and he felt as though the sweaty odor and intense arousal of those rubbing up against one another on the dance floor had become a permanent coating on him.

A certain door in the back of the club was always being watched over by a huge man, who would frighten away anyone who would glance at the cryptic entrance for too long. Sometimes both men and women would enter in pricey suits and exquisite dress and either leave with great smiles or just defeat written all over their faces.

Kaneki becomes interested in it, and keeps an eye on it every night.

He realises it was a door that led to where Kaiko's henchmen would make deals with other wealthy criminals. Most of the people he saw entering were smaller gang leaders who were already being closely watched by the police but who did not pose a threat to the FBI.

In the end, Kaneki made the decision to entirely close his eyes to the situation, but he is now second-guessing that decision as he becomes utterly bored. He is on duty, thus he is not even allowed to have more than a glass of alcohol for fear of jeopardising the mission. However, it was obvious, and Kaneki was not a fool; Kaiko was sheltering in a more secure location. He would avoid going to places like the V nightclub, which everyone assumed he owned.

Kaneki had already decided to give up and was on the verge of calling Arima to inform him that the operation was done. Nothing would have satisfied him more than to return home, relax on his sofa, and read a few great novels with lots of tragedies and horrors.

He was about to take his phone out of his pocket when he noticed something unexpected (yet simultaneously perfectly predictable); the very same short-haired woman he kept seeing exiting the guarded room. She walks by and gives the large man a nod before quickly moving in amongst the moving masses. Despite looking a little more formal than that night with Tokage, she had returned to dressed in more daring attire.

She was dressed in a blood red high-waister pencil skirt that hugged her rear and reached just above her knees. She was also sporting a black blouse that was tucked into her skirt, and with elbow-length sleeves. The first two undone buttons of the blouse exposed an amount of cleavage. She was clutching a small handbag in her hand, her dark hair was curled, still concealing half of her face, and it nicely framed her face.

Kaneki is overwhelmed by a plethora of feelings upon seeing her, as his eyes follows her. In the midst of the sweaty dancers, she nearly seemed out of place, clean and delicate, but he knew better than to label her frail. When he sees that she was sporting the same shade of burgundy lipstick that she had left on his mouth after their mesmerising kiss, his mouth immediately begins to dry up.

He quickly downs the single glass of whiskey he had ordered that night and barely touched. He firmly believed in "liquid courage."

Before she even has a chance to exit the room, he hurriedly stands up and moves in her direction. Even though it was a little challenging for him to move across the dance floor, he eventually caught up to her, gulping and blatantly ogling the way her hips moved from side to side. On a whim, he grabs her hips and drags her backwards until she is pressing up against his body. She stiffens, and for a brief moment, he fears that she might strike him in the face for being too daring. However, she looks up, notices his white hair, and leans further into his frame.

"Is it just me, or does it seem like I keep running into you everywhere?" she wonders aloud. "Are you stalking me?"

He murmurs in her ear, "I should be asking you that," moving his hips to the rhythm of the loud music. She imitates his movement and rubs seductively against him, and he lightly groans at the feeling.

"You put me in a really uncomfortable position at Kanou's place, got me all worked up, and then you just left me there. My partners will never let me forget that."

He feels her shoulders tremble against his torso as she laughs. "Don't you have an assignment or something, agent?"

"Maybe."

Despite the song's fast tempo, they were dancing slowly, and Kaneki was fine with it since he enjoys the way she rubs her behind against him.

"More importantly, how did you learn that I was sent on a mission and who I was?"

She giggles, "Who wouldn't recognise Sasaki Haise, one of the members of the elite FBI squad," but he could tell that she was being a little ironic. "Then again, a nice man like you wouldn't be in this situation if it weren't for something crucial."

Kaneki smiles, "I didn't know my squads were so well-known."

Touka rolls her eyes and snorts, "I'm simply joking. I did my own investigation, chèri, so don't flatter yourself."

"If you know who I am, it's only fair for you to tell me who you are," he points out.

"I'm not someone significant, at least not to you," she responds. Neither of them speak for a little while as they simply enjoy the sensation of one another's bodies.

"Since you exited that room, I'm going to presume that you're loaded with money and that you went there to get information through charges," concludes Kaneki.

"Not bad, you're quite the perceptive man, agent," she whistles softly, seeming impressed.

"Yet I didn't even notice when you snatched the handcuffs and keys from me," he adds.

"In your defense, you had my tongue down your throat, so I won't blame you," she argues, spinning around to shove her chest against his and stare him in the eyes. "I'm quite skilled with my tongue."

Her words shoots an electricity straight to Kaneki's crotch, and he chews his lip to keep himself from swooping down on her. She was the epitome of seduction, especially with her crimson red lips and alluring gaze. He sweats as she traces her fingers down his chest, the sensation heightened by the lack of a protective vest this time.

A look of wonder in her eyes as she voices out, "You know, I was at the scene of the crime last time. Shouldn't you be detaining me? Or did you simply take my word for it when I claimed I didn't kill Kanou?"

"Yes," he says, nodding. "For some reason, I don't think you're bluffing. Something is urging me to trust you, even though I have no idea why you need information or what type of information you're seeking for."

Her expression softens for a split second. "You're overly trusting, Haise, and that's not healthy for you."

He hums in agreement and adds, "I've been told. So what sort of information are you searching for that you have to linger in this shithole?"

"Don't cross the line here," she squints her eyes, and continues, "That's the thing you don't need to know, after all."

The corner of his mouth quirks up as he looks into her eyes and tells her, "You're full of riddles, and I'm going to unravel you one day." For a fleeting second, she exhibits unease, her mouth gently opening, and his attention returns to her lips.

She turns her head away, lips pursing in a thin line. "Don't promise things you can't keep. You don't even know my identity."

"That's something you're not sure about, but I always keep my words," he says quietly, bending over to whisper in her ear, "I observed you leave earlier. Does that indicate I'll find another body if I go look into that private room?"

Her mischievous persona emerges, and she casts her gaze back to him, smiling seductively, licking her lip before dragging her eyes down his form. "If all goes well tonight, I'll take someone else's flesh instead."

"Is that so?" He challenges.

"Are things going well? You tell me."

As they move in time with the music, Kaneki thinks how she was crushed up against him. She was the smartest and most attractive woman he had ever met, and he was fascinated by everything about her. He had never wanted to unravel a mystery as much as he did before he met her because she was his greatest enigma.

"Perfectly," he replies.

His eyes widens slightly when her face shows worry and uncertainty. She had always been radiated with confidence around him, and he was not yet used to seeing her fearlessness demeanour faltering.

However, the look only lasted for a split second before she was once more beaming confidently at him.

"How about we get the fuck out here?" She hints, and Kaneki feels his heart skip a beat.


Kaneki is being roughly pushed against the wall as she pulls at his dress shirt's buttons frantically in an effort to open it. She loses patience and simply pulls his shirt up to his chest, but he keeps going by unbuttoning them, shrugging off his shirt, and setting it down next to him on the floor.

After making her intriguing suggestion, the short-haired woman had grasped him by the hand and led him through the twirling bodies to one of the restrooms, hurriedly locked it behind her and inceremoniously pushed him up against the wall.

The restroom was disgusting, and the walls were plastered with scribbles. The stench of drugs and piss was unbearable, but as soon as she puts her mouth on his, Kaneki becomes preoccupied with the woman in his arms. Her strokes weren't delicate at all.

As long as he can feel her, Kaneki doesn't mind if they are rough and impatient, bordering on frantic.

"This... is not what I was thinking about when you proposed we get out of this filthy place. I was picturing more along the lines of a bedroom, and maybe some flower petals," he laughs into her mouth.

"Fuck you and your petals," she groans, nipping his lower lip between her white teeth.

He can hardly contain his excitement at the contrast between her gentle facade and her vicious mouth.

Her hands are caressing his chest, her nails scratching his muscles and leaving red traces behind. She takes a step back from him and looks at his upper body, up to his face.

He couldn't help but smile at the way her eyes were staring at him with need and hunger, thinking it was weirdly comfortable to have such a moment with someone he didn't know the name of in the midst of what he imagined would be a quick fuck in a shady club's restrooms. Wasn't he the one who told Hide a few weeks ago that he wouldn't fuck a random woman in a bar?

It's Kaneki this time who gets impatient as she takes her top and undoes the buttons. His anticipation is piqued in the most thrilling way by the way her hands move as they go through the buttons of her blouse. When she is done, she takes off her blouse and lays it on top of his, not wanting it to get dirty by anything may be on the bathroom floor. Swiftly reaching behind her, she unclasps her black lacy bra and tosses it aside, making Kaneki intake a deep breath as she reveals the most lovely curves he has ever seen.

His eyes fixated on that one beauty mark.

As soon as he touches her perky boobs, he is mesmerised by how soft and plump they are and feels the hard tips of her boobs against his palms as he massages them. She gives a contented sigh and gives him another kiss. A gasp comes from her lips as Kaneki rolls his thumbs and forefinger over her nipples. If she was that receptive to his touch, she must be incredibly sensitive there.

He pulls his mouth away from hers and stares into her eyes before frowning when he sees that her lipstick was still flawless on her lips. He touches his own lips, then looks at his fingers, seeing no sign of the red coating.

"It's a special lipstick," she mumbles, reading his mind. "It stays on and -"

He interjects, "Did you wear that because you thought you'd be kissing someone tonight?" She blushes at his remark, the blush reaching the top of her breasts.

Filled with amusement, he latches his mouth into hers, bringing his other hand to rest on the other side of her face, angling her jaw upward, and flicking his thumb just below her cheek and massaging softly. His mouth wide opens and teeth clamps softly over her lower lip. She gasps, panting out as he kisses around the ridge of her lips before covering them again with his own.

He breaks their kiss as he lowers his mouth, leaving open-mouthed kisses behind, he scrapes her throat with his teeth. He can't get enough of her taste, she was addictive. But then again, he thought that would probably be the case. In the back of his mind he realises that wasn't good. Pushing the foreboding feeling aside, Kaneki's lips crashed brutally against her mouth, sucking the life out of her like an incubus.

He licks her ear, and sucks harshly on it, feeling the shiver goes up the woman's form. He smirks, pleased with the responses he elicited from her. Then, suddenly turning them around, he pins her against the wall and stoops down to catch a nipple between his lips.

Her hands tugging at his white locks. Kaneki slides his tongue over a perky nipple and grunts into her skin before going for the other neglected breast and massaging it with his hand. He does the same thing to the other breast while enjoying her cries. She tosses her head back against the wall and breaths heavily. He looks at her attentively as his lips separates from the peak, leaving a moist spot on her nipple.

She had her eyes closed and her face painted in a contented expression as she leaned against the wall. His hand goes lower and grips the hem of her skirt. He pulls it up around her waist and admires the black lace she was wearing underneath. His hand reaches for the wet spot, kissing her as he slides his fingers along her clothed sex, feeling her tremble in his arms at the touch.

He strokes her for a few seconds until she becomes frustrated and yanks his head back by the hair. "Stop, you're too sluggish. Just fuck me already."

He dives his lips into her mouth and bites down on her lower lips, capturing them between his teeth, before releasing them with a light smack.

"I can't help but tease you."

The fingers on her clothed sex moves her lace aside, and the sharp contact of his fingers in the sensitive flesh down there causes her to spread her legs more apart, providing him more access to her cunt. She leans back against the wall, closing her eyes to relish the sensation of his fingers on her nether lips. Kaneki keeps watching her expression, drinking her in and printing the image in his brain. He strokes her core with long languid movements, gently tugging her clit, and she groans in frustration when the much needed pressure does not come. He feels sorry for her and holds the sensitive nub between his fingers, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger experimentally, and she cries out, her legs quivering with the pleasure that has taken over her body.

When he removes his fingers from her vulva, he kneels in front of her, overcome by his desire to taste her, and she opens her eyes, looking down at him with wonder.

"What are y-you - Fuck! Ah!" Her voice wobbles and mortification covers her visage when his hot tongue comes in contact with her core, fisting her hands in his hair. He gives her a nice hard, loud suck. Even more to her embarrassment, she feels more warm liquid drip out of her and onto his lips from his actions. He pushes her legs further apart before taking one of them by the thigh and slinging it over his shoulder, eagerly drinking her.

She rolls her lower lip between her teeth, grinding her core against his mouth as she cries in pleasure. The sensation of a hot textured tongue on her down there was all to new. Her stomach feels painfully tight, and it just grew tighter and tighter with each flick of his tongue, and her ass was being squeezed and played by his lecherous hands.

His tongue slides up her slit, focusing on the bundle of nerves with a series of quick and sharp licks. He moans into her clit, sending irrepressible vibration through her that goes straight to her nerves, it was then that her body cracked and she knew she couldn't take it anymore.

Kaneki can feel her sex's excess fluids coating his lips and pouring down his chin. From his vantage point, he takes in the sight of her; trembling, eyes tightly shut, mouth wide open as she takes a sharp breath, brows furrowed in concentration, and all he cared for was for the short-haired woman to fall undone in his mouth.

She mumbles incomprehensible words, but he can make out fragments of them, such as "please" and "more," so he immediately complies by inserting his fore and middle fingers inside of her.

He curls his two digits before slowly thrusting them in and out of her, alternating licking and sucking on her engorged bundle of nerves as her pelvis buck against his mouth. Her lips opens in a quiet cry as her breath becomes trapped in her throat as he continues his ministration. He momentarily stops moving to give her a minute to collect her breath before starting up again and repeatedly thrusting, licking, and sucking her.

He debates adding another finger, judging it feasible due to the amount of liquid pouring out of her. However, as soon as he catches her clit with his teeth, she comes undone. It must have been intense as her legs clamped closer, the one on his shoulder trapping his head in the intersection of her knees, and he could see strong spasms moving through her body.

Spots dances in her vision, she can distantly feels his hands lock tightly around her thighs and pull her hard against him. She keeps grinding against his face to prolong the sensation. When she stops trembling, he kisses her cleft once more, making her shake yet again, a pained mewl leaving her lips, before he removes the leg around his shoulder and set it on the ground, holding her by the thighs to prevent her from crumbling completely. He wipes the wetness coating his mouth and chin before standing up, holding her by the waist, and kisses her, allowing her to taste herself in his mouth.

His brain short circuited and all he wanted at that moment was to pound her until she broke and begged for him to sto -

"Fuck..." He whispers against her lips, both of his hands shot straight to her heavy breasts, plucking and pulling at the abused nipples.

Her hand moves down to trace the waistband of his slacks, heavily feathered caresses are left in their wake. As their tongues battles for dominance, she grabs his belt and quickly unbuckles it. She then quickly unzips his pants, allowing them to fall to his mid thigh. Kaneki's brain shuts down as her soft hand firmly grabs his throbbing shaft from within his boxers.

It was huge! Her body exedud all of the signs of a woman in heat.

He stops kissing her, taking his tongue out of her mouth to rest his forehead against hers, and stares into her eyes while her hand strokes his length, feeling the pulsing vein, and giving his balls the proper amount of attention. His breath catches in his throat when she completely takes out his shaft from the confinement of his boxers, and bunches up the skin around the bulbous head, and then runs her thumb along his slit. She smiles playfully, satisfied at his reaction.

Clenching his jaw, he grabs her hips and snatches her wrist, pressing their pelvises together and rubbing his engorged thick cock against her folds, coating himself in her wetness. He brushes her hair back, wanting to see both of her eyes sparkles with desire and pleasure. She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips as his hands snake to take hold of her thighs to support her, enjoying the friction from rubbing at each other. Kaneki bites his lower lip, and grabs his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip of his bulbous head against the bundle of nerves.

"Oh, fuck," she lets out in a shaky breath. He licks the small line of drool from her chin before capturing her lips.

"Can I...?" He whispers against her panting lips, and when she opens her eyes and nods her head to give him permission, he gives his member a few strokes before directing it into her velvet entrance and inserts only the swollen reddish head to test the water. His fingers digs into her hips, and plunges his length inside of her slowly, inch by inch, stretching her so gently and nicely. He can feel thin skin break.

She tries feebly to not make a sound, clamping down hard onto her lip with her teeth at the foreign feeling of something so large penetrating her. "Fuck," he groans out, grey eyes not leaving the area of conjoinment while watching them come together.

Her nails carved crescent moons on his ripped sweaty back as she pulls him closer to rests her forehead on his shoulder, and biting the skin there to muffle her whimpers of pain. Kaneki stops dead in his tracks, still astounded that he is the only man she allows to do things to her.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asks, genuine concern in his tone, and kissing her shoulder blades to distract her.

She sighs heavily, "...Don't m-mind me, just don't stop," she answers, her voice cracked and stifled by his shoulder.

She feels too good, wrapped around him like a latex. Too good that he almost shed a tear. Almost. "You shouldn't have let me take your first against the dirty bathroom wall."

"It doesn't matter if it's my first or thousandth time, it is still just sex," she responds. "Just continue on."

Kaneki complies, withdrawing himself carefully before plunges into her greedily, astonished that a beauty like her had never been this close to a man before, especially after seeing her lead Tokage Goumasa around by the tip of his dick and easily extract information from him. He had not thought that she would merely grow more enigmatic.

He keeps thrusting in and out of her slowly. She then takes her head off of his shoulder and leans it against the wall with her eyes closed and bottom lip biting. She urges him to move faster with her stiletto heels digging to his behind, but he refuses to give in, choosing to give her a minute to get used to his size.

The short-haired woman opens her eyes and glares at him in frustration, but he merely flashes a cocky smile at her. She unwraps an arm from around his neck and extends for her bag on the sink next to them, slipping her hand inside and rummaging clumsily. Kaneki doesn't notice, completely mesmerized by the way her breasts move up and down with his thrusts, particularly the one with the beauty mark, until she presses her gun barrel against his temple.

She snarls, "I don't recall ordering you to handle me like a porcelain doll."

"Is it going to become a habit for you to aim your gun at me every time something doesn't go your way?" He retorts, gritting his teeth.

"Only when you're being a rebellious little fucker. Now I need you to fuck my brains out if you don't want me to shoot your brains out," she drawled out, sliding the gun down the side of his face.

Although he didn't take her warning seriously, Kaneki obeys since he really, truly wanted to pound her mercilessly.

He warns her, "Don't complain if you can't walk straight after this," before extracting himself entirely from her warmth and entering her with one forceful thrust, kissing her cervix, but not stopping the process. In and out, in and out. Faster and deeper. He can't help it as he feel himself kissing her womb.

The suddenness of the movements causes her to scream loudly, drop her gun on the floor, and drive her nails into his hair and back. He keeps pounding into her faster and harder, resting his forehead against her shoulder, muffling his groans.

"You're so b-big, " the blue-eyed woman in his arms continues to whimper, scratching his back and making him wince in pain. He was certain that if he looked in the mirror, he would notice several marks, but the pain just increased the pleasure at the time.

He snaps out of his reverie when he feels dampness at the back of his neck. He lifts his head from her shoulder to look up at her, only to find tears cascading down her cheeks. He was perplexed, believing he was hurting her, but her moans of pleasure told him otherwise; it was something deeper than that, something he probably didn't understand. So, he simply drinks her tears, and kisses the corner of her mouth before capturing her lips, kissing her passionately. She responds with equal ferocity, moaning into his mouth. Pleasure over takes her senses as she bites the man's lips, and feeling her harden nipples tingling as they brushes against his chest.

As his cock digs deeper inside of her, she can feel his veins pulsing against her walls, and she chokes on her own spit, feeling like her mind is going delirious.

He fucks her just how she desired for exactly six minutes before his arms tire of keeping her up against the wall. He halts his thrust and unsheaths himself from inside of her, dropping her legs on the ground. She begins to object, but he subdues her by firmly holding her hips and dragging her in front of the sink. He turns and bends her over until her ass was hanging in the air.

He grabs her hips, pulling their center towards each other and slapping his cock against her ass, eliciting a sharp yelp from her. She then lowers one of her hands down to stroke his cock while rubbing it against her folds. He digs his thumbs into the dimples on her lower back before sheathing himself inside of her from behind. She forcefully sets her elbows at the sink, propping her cheeks against them, and lines of drool flow out of her mouth as the new angle makes her scream in pure pleasure. His hand holds her waist, imprinting red fingerprints on the skin, while the other grips the sink beside hers.

Kaneki bends down over her and drags his tongue up the length of her spine, tasting the salt from the sweat coating her scorching skin. Her back had taken on an angry red hue and had scratches due to the friction of the wall she had been pushed up against earlier.

Kaneki glances up in front of them and sees himself in the broken mirror with disheveled hair and a ferocious look. He wants to see her face too, so he slips a hand under her breasts and lifts her upper body till her back is crushed against his. She leans the back of her head against his shoulder, and he can feel her hair tickle his shoulder pleasantly.

He can see her face of pure pleasure in the mirror: her mouth open, eyes closed, and her breasts swaying and bouncing in sync to his thrusts. He buries his face in her neck and nips at the delicate skin, which is already covered with enraged red markings.

Kaneki plants himself to the hilt inside her and grinds his hips in a circular movement, watching her lips trembles and feeling her walls drums against him like freaking heartbeat.

"Please," she begs.

Kaneki clutches her throat, gripping it, but not enough to suffocate her. "Open - fuck! y-your eyes," he commands in which she obeys and stares at him in the mirror. They watches each other with sex-filled eyes before he, without warning, rails her mercilessly.

She sobs, gripping the wrist of his hand that was wrapped around her neck.

The expressions on her face everytime he twist his hips were absolutely cum worthy. He can feel her juices literally leak down his legs and onto the floor. The sound of her sex squeezing, sucking him in every after thrust is enough to make him go wild.

"HoIy fuck," she gasps, "Something's coming... Shit!"

Kaneki is also close to his release and he will be damned if he let himself cum before her. Snapping his hips hard, he decides to fuck her just like he wanted to. The force of his thrust pushes his cock all the way to her womb thanks to the hold he had on her, the combines effect had her not knowing what to do with her self.

They can hear the squelching noises and added to the mix was the sound of their sweaty bodies clapping against each other, accompanied to the sound of the muffled music outside, her screams and cries, and his curses and groans.

In and out. Wetter, faster...deeper.

His hand still wrapped around her neck, his other moves southward to rub her clit furiously as she meets his forceful thrust.

She chokes on her own saliva as her walls clamping down on him. She gasps and sobs out finally seeming to fall apart at her orgasm.

Tears flood her eyes, feeling her legs giving out from underneath her, but before she collapses on the floor, Kaneki holds her against his body, letting her ride out her orgasm. He still thrusts inside of her a few more times before bending her over the sink once again, withdrawing himself from her warmth, releasing himself all over her lower back as he gives his cock a few strokes.

They stay in their position, catching their breath, and Kaneki moves backwards, reaching for the toilet paper to wipe the white substance he left on the short-haired woman. He was glad that the skirt around her waist had ridden higher up underneath her breasts, because he was sure that she would have punched him if he had stained it.

When the sticky substance had all been collected, he throws the paper in the toilet, flushing it away, and pulls his underwear and pants up, watching her as she shakily stands up straight, adjust her panties, and pulls her skirt down her legs. She grabs her bra and blouse, throwing him his shirt by the same means, and they both get dressed in silence. When Kaneki was done, he notices her gun on the ground and snatches it, giving it back the short-haired woman,

"You shouldn't have dropped it, it could have gone off," he tells her.

She clears her throat. "The safety was on," she mumbles coldly, grabbing the gun and avoiding his eyes. She looks up in the mirror, brushing her hair, before making her way towards the door to unlock it. Her legs are slightly wobbly, and Kaneki feel proud that he hadn't lost his touch, hoping that he might have increased her expectations concerning sex.

When he realises that she was leaving, he hurriedly snatches her arm and turns her around, staring deeply into her eyes,.

"H-hey, can I at least have a name?" he ask, scratching his nose.

She stares at him dead in the eyes. "You don't need it. This was just a onetime thing, and you're not going to see me again after this."

Kaneki stays silent for a few seconds, before bringing her to his chest and crashing his mouth to her one more time, taking her breath away. When he finally releases her, he gives her a genuine smile that left her mouth agape.

"I told you, didn't I? That I would figure you out, and I always keep my promises," he whispers. "So, I'll see you later?"

She clamps her mouth shut, and turns around, hurriedly fleeing the bathroom. Kaneki stood behind, watching her as she retreated, wondering if all their meetings would always end up with her disappearing after stealing another piece of his heart.