Ayato's POV

Ayato kneeled on the building's ledge and peered at the tiny, glowing shop. The lights coming from the café's windows shone brightly. It was as though, it was more vivid and dazzling than its predecessors surrounding it. Nevertheless, it seemed ruined, just an eerie café seeking redemption.

The young man frowned. Ayato's mind swirled in confusion, should I go, should I not go? It had been such a long time since he had seen his sister. He just wanted to see how she was doing was all. That's all he wanted to do, but anxiety swirled around his stomach like growing centipedes. A brush of wind tickled his ear making him shudder. He brought his fingers to his cheek, and pinched himself, no time for uncertainty. He put his numb hand up, letting the snowflakes gently brush it. He watched it as it slowly melted and suddenly, the young man grinned mischievously, it seemed like he had an idea.

Sasaki's POV

Sasaki glanced down at his silver watch. He continued shifted back and forth on his feet, maybe this wasn't a good idea. Should I go, should I not go? If he told Akira that he was late to work because he wanted a cup of coffee she would kill him for sure. The pudding-haired man grimaced at the thought of it. Nobody in all of CCG would want Akira beating them up. Still the first time he took a sip of that coffee, it seemed nostalgic. As if he drank it before. It was just too good to pass up.

Finally, he reached the coffee shop. Trying to catch his breath, Sasaki peeked at his watch again. Maybe if he hurried up, he would still make it to work on time. He nervously opened the door releasing a ring of a bell. Almost as soon as he stepped in, the aroma of coffee hit him. It swiveled around his nose making his smile tenderly. He felt giddy just standing there. Maybe he could take Shirazu and the gang here again, he was sure they would love it.

The coffee beans, the nuttiness, the cream, the cinnamon, and something he couldn't quite place it was all there. He sighed happily, I'm home.

Instantly, a sharp pain reached his head crushing his train of thought. His hand found the wall nearest to him trying to gain balance. Squeezing his eyes shut, he waited for it to pass. The pain became agonizing as he let out a gasp. The pounding got more painful by the second. It felt like hours later till the pain finally lessen to a stop. He let out a sigh, just what triggered it this time?

He opened his eyes slowly. Blinking, as he tried to comprehend the florescent lights above him. He felt nauseous and dizzy. He exhaled, as his hazy eyes surveyed the café to see if anyone had seen his little episode. A startled woman on a stool stared at him or maybe it was man, his wig was poorly placed. Sasaki already knew this from experience. The woman, coughed, and tried looking anywhere besides Sasaki. Sasaki, himself found it it kind of hilarious, but he didn't want to worry the person.

"Um,' Sasaki said nervously laughing, as he touched his chin. "Sorry, about that. My head suddenly hurt." It wasn't complete lie, but he already knew why head felt like it was playing bumper cars.

"Seemed like more than a migraine to me," the person said with a manly voice. Maybe it was a trick of the eye, but did he just readjust his wig? The person seemed to notice Sasaki's attention to his blond hair, he smirked pointing his finger at his hair, "Oh, this? Don't worry, this is just a wig. I'm in disguise, but it seems like the person I'm looking for isn't working today." His blue eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes looked downward.

He grumbled he pulled his wig off letting night, blue hair escape. Sasaki's eyes grew in recognition. This hair, I've seen it before.

"Just why did Hinami think this was a good idea? My idea was better." the man mumbled.

Hinami? Sasaki pressed his fingers against his temples. I feel like I've seen this person from somewhere. Sasaki looked at the person in front of him. His posture was confident yet arrogant, his hair was messy, but his eyes. They shined with pride and rebellion, but something was glinting. Was it sorrow?

"You remind me of someone," the navy-haired man whispered sorrowfullly.

In seconds, the person on the stool eyes shut off. Blank. They were expressionless, filled with nothing. Sasaki's heart ached. He knew this person. Maybe it was the before him that knew, but Sasaki wanted to say something. He wanted to do anything that would bring back his eyes.

A sudden sneeze broke the tension. Sasaki was so focused on the man that he forgot about the white-haired waiter and…

Work! Akira please forgive me!

"Excuse me, but I have to get going. It was nice meeting you," Sasaki bowed hurriedly and picked up his suitcase, scrambling through the door. As soon as he stepped outside, the snow was already falling more heavily and it had grown colder than before. Sasaki breathed hot air on his hands and started to run.

"Wait!" Something called behind him.

Sasaki slowed his steps as he turned around to see the man chasing after him. He was fast, he reached Sasaki in seconds. "I never introduced myself; I'm Ayato, Ayato Kirishima." Snow was getting all over his hair and his fingers grew numb and unfeeling. Ayato held out his hand waiting for a handshake and smirked, but Sasaki could only stare at his hands. He felt frozen.

Ayato.

Ayato.

Ayato.

All he could think was that the pain was even worse than before. Even his legs could no longer hold himself. He would've fallen into the pile of snow if it wasn't for Ayato who caught him. His burning head hit Ayato's chest as he started to pant and gasp from the agonizing pain.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong?!" Sasaki's vision started to get blurry as he saw a hazy blue hair. His hand reached out and touched the navy locks. So soft.

Sasaki's grey eyes gently closed as he focused on the steady beats of Ayato's heart. It was strong. Something was so familiar about him, he wanted to know more, but before Sasaki knew it, all his weight had fallen upon Ayato. "Oi! Stand up!"

They tumbled into the fluffy snow, Sasaki's head hit the frozen snow as it cushioned his fall, but he was felt too sluggish to do anything. He wanted to sleep, to rest. His body lay next to Ayato as he breathed in. The scent was so recognizable, he smelled of the night.

I know this person.

Ayato's POV

Ayato looked at the man lying on his couch. Just why did he bring him to his apartment? Ayato had no idea how to take care of the sick. The man was stripped of his jacket, and tie was gone. He had a lean body, one that would be quick and fast. Shit, just what were the others going to think of us. For now, he just had to make them stay away from his apartment.

The man was sweating and panting and Ayato had no idea what to do, but first things first. He had to find out just who he was letting into his home.

Ayato checked the man pockets and grasped a leather wallet. He flipped it open, okay let's see. He had some money, not much and a couple of cards which Ayato checked, but what really caught his eye was his ID.

Sasaki Haise.

A ghoul investigator…

Ayato sighed and rubbed his forehead in frustration. He was an investigator, a ghoul investigator. Ayato was a ghoul. That could only mean one thing.

That he was screwed.

Sasaki's pants and gasps soon grew into shivers as he curled himself to a ball. Ayato's heart ached, it was all too familiar. Everything, was just too familiar.

He seemed so such like Kaneki.

At first when Ayato had met Kaneki he saw him as an unemotional freak, but that quickly changed. In reality, he was just an awkward, cute person. When he battled however was when his whole persona changed. He was amazing in fact; even Ayato was envious of his skill. They had practice battles all the time which somewhat grew into games, but Kaneki had made the dark place Aogiri was into something more. Sasaki was acting exactly how Kaneki acted when he was dreaming of his past.

"Ayato," Sasaki whispered. "It's been a long time since we've seen each other hasn't?"

What was he talking about? They never met in the past. Suddenly, there was a flicker of hope. Was he Kaneki? No, Ayato shook his head there weren't enough clues. There was no way. He couldn't just think he would come back to life. Kaneki was dead, and that was final, but something stayed in his heart as he sat next to the couch waiting for Sasaki to wake up. Something stayed that night and it wouldn't go away and it continued to stay as Ayato's sleepy head fell upon Sasaki's safe shoulder.