I do not own any of the Tokyo Ghoul characters, only my own imagination and my own ideas WHICH LEAD TO A FREAKING LONG UPDATE SO I APOLOGISE AND YES, TO THE GUEST THAT ASKED, I AM PLANNING ON DOING A GENDER BEND STORY! XD TIS GONNA BE GREAT~!

"Sorry, um, you do know you're singing out loud, right?"

Ayato blinked coldly at the passenger with the absurd, white hair. He pulled his headphones off completely and let them hang around his neck, ignoring the fact that his ears felt naked without them.

"So what?"

They blinked dubiously, he could see the mechanisms in their head working overtime in order to come up with a response.

"It doesn't embarrass you?" He whispered.

"No, it inspires me." Ayato answered. His fellow passenger gazed as him in confusion causing him to sigh in an exasperated manner and pull out his sketch book. The passenger leaned over cautiously and peered at his sketches. They were of random passengers, one realistic drawing and then multiple cartoonist ones.

"Do you do this for a living?" The stranger asked as he marvelled at the detail. Ayato shifted uncomfortably under his intent gaze and cleared his throat.

"Uh, sorta, I do graffiti."

"Like what? Would I have seen some of you artworks?"

Ayato pulled out his phone and showed him a photo of his latest work. The passenger studied it; it was the image of a woman with a white rabbit head and wings that looked like they were made of hell fire trapped in glass.

"It's surreal." He commented.

"Thanks."

"What song inspired this then?"

Ayato smirked and scrolled through his playlist before landing on a song and playing it. The music flowed through his eardrums, up his cochlea and pumped into his brain. He could feel more ideas beginning to spark. Ayato quickly showed it to his companion who read the small print.

" 'Cool Kids'?"

"Yeah, by Echosmith. Surely you've heard of it." He scoffed.

"No, I prefer my Japanese songs."

"That's crap! Please tell me you've at least heard Pop Danthology!" Ayato exclaimed. His fellow passenger on this seemingly long train ride shrugged innocently before the boy with azure eyes pulled off his headphones and offered the music distributor to them. They willingly took them and the mash-up began to resonate throughout his body. He glanced at Ayato who had closed his eyes and relaxed, letting himself sing along to the song in his head quietly. The passenger pulled out his own ipod and gently inserted one of the ear-buds into Ayato's left ear, quickly pressing play before he could argue. His dark blue eyes widened and the stranger swore he saw him shiver. It was as if he gained a completely new aura. His other one had been dark, shrouded in shadows and mystery, hardly visible but this one was bright. In clear, high definition.

"What song is this?" Ayato murmured.

" 'White Silence'."

"This gives me…an idea." Ayato commented before hastily pulling out a pen from behind his ear (?). His unknown companion watched him sketch in amazement, a whole new world forming underneath the pen's tip. The detail was unbelievable. Ayato looked at him and smiled.

"What's your name?"

His voice was barely audible over the sound of Pop Danthology but he still knew what he was saying. He could lip-read.

"Kaneki Ken."

Ayato smiled.

"Nice name, I'm Ayato Kirishima." He murmured before scribbling down Kaneki's name quickly, as if he was afraid he would forget it.

"What's your artist name?" Kaneki asked curiously.

"Black Rabbit."

"Cute."

Ayato frowned, sharpening his gaze and glaring at him.

"It isn't supposed to be cute; it's meant to be notorious."

"Sorry."

Ayato sat there with a childish, bitter expression on his face before he realised the song and conversation had changed.

"I'm an author, and I'm a gamer in my spare time."

"You publish anything?"

"Mmhmm, it's called 'The Eyepatch', I'm currently working on the sequel."

"Huh." Ayato smirked.

"You should look out for it, I'm calling it 'The Centipede'."

"Okay."

"Yup." Kaneki glanced out the window of the train as it slowed to a stop. His eyes widening in alarm.

"Shit!" He hissed.

"What is it?" Ayato chirped, his hand continuing to sketch furiously. Kaneki turned to him.

"I missed my stop."

Okay, I need to sleep now because guess what, it's 1:05 and I am tired as fuck. So, I guess I'll see if I can get some more out after I've gained much needed sleep. Night guys~