I do not own any of the Tokyo Ghoul characters, only my imagination and my own ideas. Uhm, if any of you guys have any prompts you want me to do, feel free to send them in. I kinda need some ideas. Thanks~

Kaneki walked into the cinema, only him and one other person. He sat down a couple rows in front of the stranger and settled in. The Conjuring was supposed to be good, according to Hide who saw it at a midnight session. Kaneki sighed as the ads began to play. This should be interesting.

Kaneki stiffened as the woman in the movie got locked in the basement. Okay, this movie was good. And by good, he meant absolutely terrifying. As the next line was delivered by a disembodied voice he heard a high-pitched yelp come from behind him. The white-haired boy jumped before turning around to see the illuminated face of someone younger and a hell of a lot more scared than him. The stranger looked at his silhouette and blushed, burying his face so Kaneki couldn't see it anymore. Kaneki smiled softly before turning back to the screen, a couple more minutes passed until another "manly" squeak erupted from the teen behind him. He chuckled lightly to himself, slowly turning around to see the other person glaring at him. He burst into a fit of laughter as the look on his face.

"It's scary okay?!"

The stranger exhaled angrily causing Kaneki to smirk.

"Why don't you sit down here." He gestured to the many empty seats beside him.

"Hell no, too much empty space behind you." The other person argued.

"Fine, I'll sit beside you." Kaneki replied, standing up and carefully made his way over to the shocked boy. On the way there he pretended something had grabbed him, disappearing behind the seats causing the terrified stranger to release a scream that was on a whole other octave. Kaneki laughed uncontrollably at the sound before standing up and noticing their eyes on him.

"You idiot!" He squeaked. Kaneki smirked before sitting in the chair next to him.

"True, however it takes one to know one Mr…?" He trailed off.

"Kirishima. Ayato Kirishima." The terrified boy introduced. Kaneki smirked, a very Bond introduction.

"Well, I am the wicked Kaneki Ken." Ayato smirked a little before jumping from a scare on the screen. Kaneki chuckled and ruffled his hair.

"It's okay, it's all fake." He reassured.

"Then why did it 'based on a true story'?" Ayato snapped.

"Good point." Kaneki nodded. The movie kept playing and Ayato jumped again, releasing a loud yelp by Kaneki's ear who winced. Kaneki pinched his ear aggressively, turning the younger boys face to see his.

"Silence." He huffed.

"But it's freaking terrifying!" Ayato hissed. Kaneki sighed before lifting the armrest; he wrapped his arms around Ayato's waist and pulled him onto his lap.

"Wh-What're you doing?!" Ayato exclaimed as he squirmed at the sensation of Kaneki's lips against his neck.

"Thought you needed comforting?" The white haired teen whined childishly, gently kissing Ayato's neck again.

"I don't know you, you fag!" Ayato hissed. Kaneki stiffened and let go of Ayato who immediately moved away from him. He looked into the gentle eyes of the guy he'd just met, they were in pain. He shivered as he realised that he'd done that.

"I'm sor-!"

"No you're not." Kaneki cut him off, hurt seeping from his tone. He angled away from Ayato and continued to watch. Ayato turned to the screen, he'd gotten what he'd wanted, to be out of Kaneki's arms. But…did he really want that? Did he want to hurt him? He glanced over at him and frowned.

"Why aren't you moving away from me?" He muttered.

"To make you feel bad." Kaneki stated bluntly, Ayato flinched. It was working. He felt infinitely bad about this. Kaneki glanced at him and sighed.

"This was your choice; it's ultimately your fault." He said. Ayato nodded.

"I know that." He snapped in self-defence.

"Then you know you chose the ugly route instead of the happy, blissful one." Kaneki grinned wolfishly. The youthful adolescent furrowed his eyebrows before slumping against Kaneki whose eyes widened in surprise.

"And who do you think you're doing?" He enquired.

"Going back and choosing the better route." Ayato replied before flinching at the sound of the woman's screams as they echoed from surround sound system. He couldn't help it, Kaneki ran his hands through Ayato's surprisingly soft and fluffy hair.

"The better route was more favourable, huh?" He grinned.

"Better than trying to sit through this on my fucking own."

Okay, thanks for another chapter and for all the reviews! I LOVE YOU GUYS WHO REVIEWED! YOU MAKE MY DAY! AND LISA, YOUR READTHROUGHS MADE THIS FANFICTION EVEN BETTER!

BTW just found out that "fag" actually means 'butler' or 'cigarette', just letting you know I meant the insulting version. Not one of those, although that would be funny. Yes, let it mean butler.