It had been some time since that Yakumo had come to Anteiku's, or her father's rather, embracing and accepting arms. From what the author had heard from Irimi, the once feared and vicious 'Black dog', Not all of Anteiku, particularly Kaneki, though he didn't physically, nor verbally show it, was too happy with him being so close to everyone at Anteiku. But what he did't know was that, in terms of rating, Yamori was lower on the ladder than her father, Kaya, Koma, Yomo, and herself.

Speaking of Kaneki, despite the time since she'd revealed her real identity to him, he still rarely talked to her, but it did get somewhat better. But, by better she meant he would at least give one word reply's to her. Still, like before, she couldn't blame him. She knew exactly how he was feeling, betrayed, stupid, angry, and scared. But, to his credit, he was handling it a lot better than she was... But, he'd probably handle it better if she explained everything to him.

The author sighed, standing up from the couch she'd realized she'd been laying on for about three hours, and in the process having the back of her shirt cling tightly to her back like a second layer of skin. Her hair had suffered as well, it was now flayed about crazily, and while she did like having the wild look every now and again, even this was too much for her, she felt like she was wearing a Halloween wig or something to that effect. Though, she couldn't really complain, after all, she had no plans of going out today.

The half-ghoul then shifted her body to where she was sitting normally, back against the couch cushions comfortably, stretching her arms out, which she just realized were incredibly numbed out due to her lack of movement, getting satisfying spasms in response. She let out a two or three pleasured groans, and the let her arms fall limply to her sides. The author then let her head fall back unto the top of the couch back, sighing once more.

"Kanekiiiiii!" She called down the hall to the room they shared. Today, she supposed, Kaneki had decided to sleep in, because he was still in bed... Or he was trying his utmost to keep from being in the same room as her in consciousness... That stung a little... more than a little... But she really had no right to complain, because she'd done the exact same thing to her own father, so she guessed this was some Irony.

"Kanekiiiiii!" she called once more, turning her head on the couch back, "Are you still being moody?" She asked, teasing a little, trying to get some reaction out of him. After all, it did work on Ayato when he was in a pissy mood when he and Touka were younger... but then, Kaneki and Ayato were two completely different people. And, as a testament to their difference, Kaneki still didn't reply.

Eto chuckled a little bit at that, more out of sadness than anything... Before, when he still had that black hair of his, He was so nice, and so welcoming... but she supposed that he learned his lesson for being too open to everyone... But Eto wasn't going to give up on that Kaneki, she missed seeing him smile when reading a book, in fact she missed seeing him read all together. Kaneki hadn't read anything sense he got back, which was also worrying as he was an even bigger book worm than her.

"Alright, fine." she called again, "I'll just come to you!"

Eto opened the door to the room where Kaneki was laying. The light trailed up the floor of the room, slowly bringing to life the carpet, followed by the wood frameing of the bed, then the sheets, then finally, a tuffle of white hair that shifted slightly when the light hit it. Eto smirked to herself seeing that Kaneki was awake, she knew he was, he was actually acting a little childish, if she said so herself.

Folding her arms and cocking her hips to one side, she then spoke. "You aren't slick Kaneki."

The white haired boy, in reply, then shifted slightly under the covers and peered over his shoulder at her, with an almost bored look in his eye.

Eto then sat herself down next to him in the bed, wrapping thin arms around him over the covers, pulling him close into her. "Listen, Kaneki," she said, gently, almost purring into his ear, "I know, you're mad at me, you couldn't wrap your head around it... Me being the One-eye'd Owl... because of all the pain that name has caused you... Trust me, I know because I was in the exact same situation you are now..." She then, cupped his cheek and brought his face to hers, "Let me tell you about that, huh?"

10 Years Earlier

Eto found herself in the attic of the once abandoned shop her father had recently purchased, the other day they had spent all night moving boxes into the attic. It could have been seen as tedious, but for Eto it was a blessing. Before hand all the two had was one tiny apartment that could hardly house a single person, let alone a father and daughter, Eto and her father were quite literally living on top of one another. Her father was often gone doing work at various sights and what not, getting as much money as he could, just for this. But, that's a different story.

So why was she up here, rummaging through various boxes full of personal belongings, in one of the only pieces of clothing she wore? Last night, as they had just finished putting away boxes when she'd seen a medium sized book with some kanji sprawled on the fron't... Eto was while not quite illiterate, but she did find reading hard, after all what did someone expect from a girl too poor for primary school?

The words on said book said, from what she could read, '...kina's, d...ry...'. The girl frowned as she dug the book out of the bin she found it in. The cpver was a tan or beighe color with a burn't look at the edges of it, as if it were old and forgotten... This wasn't the case, her father kept only the essentials and what he kept most dear, but the girl had never seen this before.

Sighing she then opened up the first page with a small creak as a light spray of dust flew from the inner page. The page was blank, just a cream colored paper that held nothing on it. However, there was something in the lower left corner that read '1975'. that must've been the date it was printed, which was only about 30 years ago, so it wasn't that old, but it was not particularly new.

She then began flipping through the pages quickly scanning them for any words she could read, noticing the same words would appear regularly, 'kina' she wondered what that meant, she'd never heard that word before, was it even one? She also noticed that it had different dates scribbled on the top of each page... She then began to put the pieces together... There was only one way that she knew of that pages began with date numbers... diaries... But if that was the case, then why did her father have the diary belonging to someone with a name that way so feminine sounding... Unless... Eto had never known her mother, her father said that she was killed before she could remember. But from the other words that she could read, she could tell that this was a humans diary, just key things that didn't relate to living in hiding and eating humans... But didn't that rule out this belonging to... her mother?

Eto then began to flip through the pages more rapidly, looking for a specific date. 1988, the year she was born. Finally she reached a certain page... It was funny, this Inanimate object was about to change her life. three things that she could read automatically highlighted in her eye's. 'Baby', 'half-ghoul'... 'Eto'...

"What..." Eto said aloud, almost a squeak. "Half-ghoul... A half-ghoul... what's that?" She then began to reach her hand to her left eye and slowly graze her fingers above it. "Is that why this eye doesn't change?" She asked no one in particular as she slightly furrowed her brow... She felt cold, as if a ghost had just passed right through her chest. She noticed that she began to intake more air than usual.

Then she heard a door close shut and her father call her name.

"Eto! Where are you?"

The half ghoul looked over her shoulder at the attic door and narrowed her eye's. Her father had lied to her her entire life... She wasn't just a ghoul, she was much more than just a ghoul, she was this... this 'Half-ghoul' thing... and her father hid that from her. Right now though... she was just confused, she needed to figure this out. Why he lied, who exactly her mother was, and what this made her... she left.

One week later

Of course, the young ghoul didn't expect being homeless to be easy. She was young, not stupid... But at the same time... she didn't expect it to be this hard... She was starving, God she was starving... But, killing people without being seen wasn't easy, and she hadn't had a chance... She was beginning to think that she would have an easier time living in a small town... maybe even another Japanese island.

All she had to wear was what she wore when she left. That dress she had, which was once white, was now a light brown and beginning to smell, badly in fact, but her own humility prevented her from taking it off... after all that, and her underwear, were her only pieces of clothing.

Suddenly a loud, piercing crack rang out through the air around her, prompting her to shift her head up from the sitting fetal position she had assumed, only for her face, dirty with rummaging through alleyways, and those dark circles under her eye's from sleepless nights, looking over her shoulder while she slept, To be struck with a small tap of water, hitting the very tip of her nose. She was almost stunned by the sudden shock of water grabbing her skin, then it happened again, this time on her forehead, then it came down more rapidly, until, finally, it became a pounding shower.

She was happy then, she hadn't felt a rush of water like this, neither warm nor cold, since she'd left. The girl giggled loudly and twirled once, her now damp and dirty dress catching wind as she did and causing tiny droplets of water to dance off of her. Of course someone could have been watching from the down they alleyway, but in honesty she could care less if they were, this was the first fun she'd had in a week.

Suddenly, without warning, a loud slap was hear, making the girl fall down flat on her ass at the sudden shock of it all. When she regained her bearings she found a person, body mangled, limbs twisted, chunks of flesh ripped from the body, and multiple puncture wounds on his torso... Large puncture wounds, big enough for the half-ghoul to fit her head through it... Now, if he was a human, she could've believed it, that he had died from the impact and that his limbs had been twisted around, but the smell leaking from his body, was unmistakably that of ghoul blood.

Pushing her hair out of the way of her face, Eto looked up to the pitch black sky, save for the city lights of Tokyo and the white falling water that surrounded that dotted it when it grew closer to her face. She squinted and began to scan the rooftops, her eye's tracing each building, looking for any clues as to how he ended up that way. Then, she spotted it, or what she thought to be it... Up above her, looking down, most likely checking on the man, was a dark figure, though the lower part was much more visible. A brown trench coat was visible from the waist down, but above that, nothing was visible... and even though she couldn't see them, she could swear their eye's met. Then, abruptly, he left, leaving just her and the corpse.

However, when the 'corpse' shot it's hands out grabbed her ankle, she realized it wasn't a corpse. Eto didn't shriek, because she was too shocked to, she instead pulled back, releasing her ankle from his grasp, and scooting away on the dirty alleyway floor. She found her heart pounding furiously and her hand clutching at it subconsciously.

"Please..." The still living corpse pleaded out to her, "Help me... Ah, it hurts..."

"R-right..." she replied, breathlessly, swallowing fear with a gulp, "How..?"

"I... know somebody... a ghoul, like us... He can help..." He said through teary eyes, bitter pained tears.

"O-ok, who?" she asked, calmly, hoping to calm the man down too.

"His name... It's Kuzen..."

Eto's heart stopped... She knew that name, how could she not? After all, he was the man who raise her. Her own... No, she refused to call him Father. He'd lied to her her entire life, about who and what she was, how could she call him father? She began shaking her head, her wet hair swaying with each turn of the neck, "I can't... I can't do that..."

"I- I'll tell you where he is... " the man groaned out, "He liv-"

"No, I mean, I can't do that... I know who he is... I just can't go back..."

"Please, help me..." he begged once more, "I want... I want to live..."

"I'm sorry, I cant..." she insisted, "Even if I could, I wouldn't know how to get you there... Look at you... if I move you in the slightest I could kill you..."

"If you don't I could... die of blood loss..." He argued then, panting.

Eto then began to cry, her lower lip trembling in emotional pain and tears running down dirty cheeks and into the splashing puddles below her. She could hear him begging to help her in the back of her mind, but at the present, she knew what she had to do, she didn't want to though... Not to say she'd never done it before, but she never like it before and she didn't think she'd start now...

"Plea-" She cut him off mid sentence by stabbing a muscular, but thin, sword-like appendage kagune though the center of his forehead. She watched through watered eye's as his own rolled into the back of his head and he became dead weight on the end of her hunting organ, which she then carefully removed.

Eto looked upon his lifeless body as he laid there and began to notice something... well, she'd noticed it before, but never quite like this. Just how human he looked. His exposed flesh, the blood, his visible meat... And God was she hungry... She knew what she need to do then... While she fulfilled that hole inn her stomach though... She couldn't help but notice something... the way her kagune tingled as she ate.

One Year After

Eto, over time, had come accustomed to the taste of ghoul flesh, sure it tasted like shit but that wasn't what she ate it for... Often times she found preying upon ghouls rather than humans... But the ends more than justified the means... It wasn't long til she realized that eating a ghoul, particularly the Kakuhou, was a key to a new strength for ghouls... or maybe just half-ghouls like her... but that hardly mattered right now... because for whatever reason it was, she needed this power, because through reading her mothers diary she found out what, or rather who, she needed to take down...

Her mother, through what she could decipher through guess work, due to a limited education, was posing as a coffee waitress looking for a ghoul organization called "V". She then found words about her father, how she met him, how she loved him... how she found out he was a ghoul... Then... about her. About how much she loved her, and her smile, her eye's... about what she did to have her. Finally though... about Kuzen having to kill his lover.

All this made "V" her primary target... But before them, she had another priority... For far too long she'd been hunted, simply because of what she was, being born as something she didn't even want to fucking be... By the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Now finally she had the power to fight back, and that's what she would do... exactly what she would do. It was ironic though, that the ghoul they named, "The One-Eye'd Owl", was going to be their killer... But, speaking of that name, recently there had been an impostor that was imitating her... but after tonight that wouldn't matter.

Eto wasted no time being discreet about it, she came barging in the front door, clad in her entire Kakuja, The thick armor like version of her kagune which was a Goliath in size, and looking at her underneath it, no one would ever recognize her, in fact the Kakuja itself looked male so her gender itself kept her safe. The entry she made caused debre to splinter off from the wall, killing some investigators in the process, which almost made her laugh(Which would have come out as a deep guttural one through her kakuja), it was funny to her that her first kills didn't even land by her Kakuja.

Of course the CCG wasn't too badly surprised, as the lobby then was then flooded Investigators, many young, inexperienced, easy appetizers for her... What she was more concerned about was three men: Mado Kureo, a man who's wife she'd murdered, who was supposedly a better investigator than him, but that being said, if he was anywhere near her in experience than he could be more than an annoyance. The next was A man, who's name she did not know, but she had seen before. He had large eyebrows, large eye's... in fact he was the definition of large. The last was a man who had made quite a name for himself, The indomitable Shinohara... his nickname was well earned in fact, he was strong, He'd taken down a few powerful ghouls that she'd known herself.

"Arima, stay back!" She heard a voice say, and saw a man putting his arm in front of a young, black haired boy, about the same age as her, probably a bit older.

Eto smiled inside her protective cocoon, she could get rid of the grunt's fairly quickly if she acted now. Then, her Kakuja folded it's arms together and bent over. The giant armor then began to spasm violently and finally, with great force, released dozens and dozens of Ukaku projectiles flying at the investigators, most of which weren't quick enough to get out of the way, having them end up as trophies on the walls.

However, Eto had been foolish, in doing so she'd left herself wide open. Suddenly, she felt two, large quinque's pierce through her Kukuja and hit her in the stomach... The initial cuts were not deep, but then they thrusted, into her stomach further, nearly piercing her through. It had been Shinohara and the large one... It seemed then that her ambitions where over... but with no where to go she found herself retreating into the facility.

Eto could have laughed at herself... god she was pathetic... here she was, she who had thought she was strong enough to take the CCG down herself, was now Naked, due to the efects of a full body Kakuja on clothing, and covered in her own blood, hiding in a basement... It was funny...

Suddenly, she heard footsteps, followed by the sound of clanking weaponry and armor... Apparently they had prepared themselves after her retreat. Eto held her breath... she wasn't afraid of dying she just... didn't want to give these fuckers the satisfaction of killing her... She had every intention of doing that herself when she escaped, seeing as how little chance she ever had of being able to avenge her mother, not even being able to take down two humans, special investigators or not.

Suddenly, there was a loud stomp, followed by the sounds of flesh tearing, a blood curling scream, and a body hitting the floor. Eto looked over the wall she hid behind to see a familiar sight... It looked... like her own Kakuja, which shocked her, but what shocked her more was what she smelt from it... Her father, her gather had come to... save her?

That night Eto saw her father lose his arms trying to defend her, it pissed her off... Not because her father lost his arms, or that he was hurt trying to defend her, but rather because of what she did to him, What her disappearance must've done to him mentally and emotionally. He'd lied to her, that was true, but he also came to protect her... when she was in trouble.

"... And the rest... you can probably guess..." Eto said, now laying completely still on top of Kaneki, the only movement emanating from her figure was the slight inflation of her body from breathing. She was almost blanketing the boy underneath her, holding him still, but it wasn't like he was struggling... Though something had changed since she'd first came in here... He seemed calm, but more so almost sympathetic...

Eto then squeezed slightly tighter... "You see, the reason I never told you about the Owl is because I didn't think it would be an issue until just a few days ago." She paused, "Well, that... And because I'm not entirely proud of what I did... I didn't tell you everything... You wan't to hear about that?" She offered raising an eyebrow.

Then there was silence, a deep silence that lasted for a good minuet, it was calming because there was no tension in the air, just the slight buzz of air escaping and entering holes... Then Kaneki spoke. "That's... I'm sorry..." He said without looking at her. "I didn't think that it was so... complicated..."

Eto smiled to herself then, at least he still didn't hold on to anger.

"But I have to ask... Why did you stop going after 'V'?"

"Well, quite frankly it wouldn't be worth it... None of it could bring my mother back, and revenge can only bring you so much happiness... Risking death like that wouldn't be worth it... ANd that's where this relates to you as well... We don't need you to protect us, because it will only end up hurting you... you may die..." She paused, "Just like no one wanted you to die in place of Ryuko, no one wants you to die to protect them..." Eto then rolled Kaneki over to where they were face to face.

"Least of all me..." then, in a slow advance, Eto pressed her lips onto his and action which he more than willingly returned. Then, she found her fingers tracing up his face and his own on her back. She'd missed this feeling... It was greedy of her, she knew, but it was such a warm feeling. It relaxed her and woke her up all at once. Their tongues danced around one another and they pulled each other as close as they could without causing the other pain.

Then the door opened, letting light spill into the room and a familiar, almost condescending voice filled the room. "The door was open so I decided to just come on in..." Touka trailed off. It took her a while, but she eventually figured out what was going on. "Oh- oh, shit..." she said, a little shocked, "I'm sorry, I didn't think- I just- the manager wanted me to give these to you." she stammered, quickly throwing up a black cylinder filled with brown sugar cubes. I'll... I'll just leave these on the coffee table..."

And with that she left, making the room quite once more... Then the room was filled once more with Eto's loud laughter at the awkwardness of the situation.

Authors Note: WOW 200 FOLLOWERS, I NEVER THOUGHT I'D GET THIS MUCH SUPPORT! THANK YOU ALL FOR THE REVIEWS AND WHAT NOT IT MEANS SO MUCH! I LOVE WRITING FOR YOU! Oh, and on a less flamboyant note, don't expect too many updates this month. I'm going to be pretty busy with personal things, but I'll try.