Touka Kirishima, the young woman stared at him ferociously. Soft lavender eyes glazed with various emotions, sadness, regret, and hope... Kaneki didn't react as her hand slaps his face knowing she needs to release her pent-up feelings. She forces him to ground, putting herself on top of him, and clenches her fist.
"Why?" Touka begged for an answer. Yet, her mind told her that it was all fake. Kaneki wasn't here, in reality, only a figment of her reaction. "Then why does it feel so real?"
Kaneki knew that Touka was fighting an inner turmoil with herself and she needed answers one way or another. "I did it to protect you all," he says breaking the trance that entrapped her.
"We don't need protection from you bastard!" Touka cries in anger as she punches his face. "You don't understand how it makes any of us feel. You should have never came to this place to begin with if you were going to leave. We trusted you. I trusted you... But, it was all a lie."
Tears grace Kaneki's face as Touka cries openly, not knowing how to comfort her Kaneki just lets her cry. "I am sorry if that means anything to you."
Finally giving in, Touka buries her head into his chest. The waterworks increasing as she lets out the sadness, stress, and anger into his chest. For once, being able to express the pain she feels in tears to someone. Even if he is not the same as he was in the beginning.
Kaneki's hand stroke her hair softly, letting his loved one cry into his chest. Eto would not be pleased, but he had to make amends with his loved ones at Antieku. Moments pass and what had felt like hours before Touka had managed to cry herself to sleep. If his life was not so much of a tragedy, then- no, he wouldn't do that. He cares for Eto far greater than he did Touka, and this moment was only to help her.
Maneuvering Touka to a stable position, he carried her back to the cafe. And gently placing her in the bed that adorned her room. "I am sorry Touka," Kaneki quietly apologizes before closing the door with an audible click.
Hinami's small figure stands before him with honey-filled eyes and a book. "Big brother... Can you read to me one more time? I promise. I won't fall asleep." She asks politely hoping that he would say yes, as she missed the times he would read to her.
"Just one book Hinami. Alright?" Kaneki recognizes the head nod as yes, so they went to her room. She lays in his arms missing his soothing voice, as he reads to her.
While he was originally going to read one book, they managed to go through three books. Hinami had fallen asleep halfway into the fourth book, with her arms wrapped tightly around him. Almost as if he was her lifeline to this tragic world.
Kaneki removes her arms gently and tucks her into bed. Kissing her head softly, before leaving the young girl's room. Clarity. A feeling that had been long overdue for Kaneki. When he had originally arrived at the Antieku he was planning to just speak with Mr. Yoshimura. But, here he was at stroke of night leaving the cafe.
A full moon nestles in the sky. Giving Tokyo a midnight shine while he aimlessly walks the empty streets. Thoughts coming and going, as he transverse the city. No destination in specific, but his own mind. Kaneki never had much time nowadays to stop and think about him, but he did not mind much at all. Ever since that surgery his life was never the same.
A curse or a blessing some would ask, although to him he rather not ponder too much about something he could not change -the past. His life was looking up and down at the same and in so many ways that many would not be able to comprehend nor help in that regard.
A single star glistens amongst the darkness. Lighting and setting itself apart from the dimmer celestial bodies, in which reminded him of Eto. His favorite author turns out to be a half-ghoul and he was hers. A nobody turned into a somebody and that is quite an achievement for him.
While he did not like the woman too much in the beginning. Time had her grow on him and dissolve the walls of mistrust that have sown themselves inside of his heart and mind. Making changes everyday and learning how to deal with her antics surely made the time flyby. How long has it been? A few months, at the most. To turn your life into mine would surely be a tragedy with a twist.
The self-monologue made Kaneki seem cynical. He did not care, as his free time was limited. And sleep was a sludge of nightmares and trauma that no one should have to bear. Yet, he did almost every night. Kaneki changes his thoughts over to another topic. With the time going by he had forgotten that it is the holiday season. Late night shoppers and half-filled stores with Christmas decorations.
What would he get Eto for Christmas? The woman had never expressed any interest in the holidays, but he would like to change those interest. "Maybe a book? No, she writes her own. A ring? That could work." Thinking to himself as the frigid winds caress his face.
Sighing softly, he keeps walking with a thousand thoughts trapped inside his mind. Love and expressing such love was never his forte. Nevertheless, getting a gift would be one of the main priorities with the upcoming battles as well. Kaneki hopes that Yoshimura would heed his warning, sighing again. Before making his way back to his home with Eto.
Eto Yoshimura, an author, a lover, and a half-ghoul. One that caused many to tremble at her very presence alone. And the particular person at the moment being her lover, Kaneki. Returning back to their home at around midnight would surely piss off any respectable companion. Furthermore, worrying her about him as this is not a usual routine.
"Where have you been Ken?" Eto's death stares locking onto Kaneki. A sadistic smile gracing her face with wild hair sprouted everywhere.
"I-I have been looking for a gift," her lover muttered out in response.
"A gift? Hm." Eto questioned looking for any inconsistencies in his speech.
" I know that you are not into the holidays... So, I wanted to get you something for Christmas," revealing his intentions to his girlfriend and hoping that she would take the half-truth.
Eto eyes him for a moment. Taking in the information that she has given him, all while her heartbeat increases at the fact that he wanted but her a gift. She lessens her gaze and kisses Kaneki, "You are loving and I don't know what I would do without you. I'm sorry that I questioned you so much."
She rests her frame in his arms and relaxes at his touch. Feeling butterflies each time he touches her, and no feeling, not even eating made her feel the way she does with Kaneki. He was her only salvation in this god forsaken world, and she would not let him go.
"What would you like for Christmas, Ken?" Eto asks the man that she has come to be obsessed with and love dearly. Even if she expresses it in a strange way, she will never let go of him.
"I do not know yet. I never really thought about what I wanted over these last couple of months, but I can tell you this. I do want to be with you," The sly compliment from Kaneki made Eto's face red as a tomato.
"That can be arranged," Eto seductively says. Taking the first step, she kisses his lips in a feverish manner. The sparks of love whether it be from her obsession or lust are driving her crazy. She needed him now and no one would take him from her.
Clothes disappeared as if they were holding the two hybrids from each other. Bare skin met in a symphony of passion, with each movement creating a joyous sensation. The moans were blissful as if they are the only sounds in the world. One could call it the singing of a choir.
She felt beautiful as if they could embrace their new lives together. He used his mouth to create new marks in which she would remember for a lifetime. Replacing the old scars with ones that they would remember for the rest of their lives. A future of happiness and pleasure with her one true love.
The heartbeats of the two lovers intertwined with passion. With the upcoming chaos soon to happen, a small world created for the two of them was truly a paradise. One, in which, time was frozen and they could find solace in each other. When everything in the world was going to hell, why was this so convivial? Neither questioned it, however, as they embraced the genuine love for once in their life.
Their bodies were canvases, and each was marked in a unique manner. Differentiation in each stroke, kiss, bite, and liquid that flowed into their mouth. Intoxicating each with desire, love, and passion. The kindred spirits were in a heaven, neither wanting to escape the paradise as they blossom furthered. Past trauma, all but forgotten, as the love making erases both of their worries. Replacing the pain with hope, enveloping each as they make love.
Neither wanted this to end, while they enjoyed a world with just the two of them. Nobody to say no, and nobody to tell them to stop. It was truly perfect for a couple created from tragedy. The world was theirs and they planned on taking it. Kiss by kiss, touch by touch and moan by moan, and moment by moment.
The sync of essence inside the woman was the last pillar, as they have finally been united in every way. And, nine months later would prove testament to that small fact. But, for now, they would enjoy the time they have together. One of reflection and hope, as they continue the love making. Each moan signaled to the stars that they were far from done.
