I do not own any of the Tokyo Ghoul characters, only my own ideas and my imagination.

Sensations. Feelings. Touch. That was all he really had left in this cruel world. No matter how many times he blinked, expecting the darkness to clear, or how many time he uselessly prayed to whatever God there was in the world, it never changed. Never. He would open his eyes in the morning and wonder if he'd truly opened his eyes, in order to convince himself he'd poke his eyeballs and then curse at the pain. He felt Touka nudge him gently before grasping his hand. This was what they did, if she had just grabbed his hand straight away he would have been freaked out, but if she nudges him beforehand, he would know where she was.

"Where are we?" Touka asked.

Ayato turned his head towards her and thought about it. He counted the clacks in the train track and smiled.

"Castlemaine?"

"Yup."

"Did you bring your camera?"

"Of course I did." Touka scoffed indignantly. Ayato managed to pull off a sceptical expression.

"Well I just don't remember hearing you get it out."

"That's because Dad did, dumbass." He could hear the smirk in her voice, which caused him to smirk as well.

The train pulled into the station and Ayato took a deep breath, he could smell dry grass, pastries and the strong scent of train wheels (metallic). He felt Touka nudge him softly before taking his hand in hers.

"Do you remember what we're her for?" She asked.

"To finish the bucket list." He replied. When he was twelve, Touka and him had constructed a bucket list of simple things that people could do but never really did. First thing to do: climb onto the roof of a building and have lunch. Touka took him into the pizza shop 'Capones' and ordered a meat-lovers. The air was stuffy and garlic scented with a hint of bacon and various other meats. He bumped into someone accidentally and apologised hastily, the fear of being in the dark from his childhood began to seep into his skin but he soon felt Touka bump into him and wave the pizza under the nose. His new concern becoming whether or not people could see him salivate.

Apparently the view was amazing up on the roof of swimming pool, but he couldn't see it. All he could sense was the wind shifting around his form and the slice of pizza balancing precariously in his right hand. He could hear Touka eating sloppily beside him and silently thanked his blindness. It was an advantage; not being able to see his sister's gruesome eating habits. She swallowed and he heard her jacket rustle as she shifted around.

"You ready for the next part?"

Ayato swallowed happily.

"Mmmhmm. You?"

"Born ready." The confidence oozed from her voice. He laughed lightly before standing up, his equilibrium wavering.

"You remember the words?" Touka asked.

"It's my favourite song of all time, of fucking course I do." He remarked before the pair of them began to belt out the lyrics.

Don't you move

Can't you stay where you are, just for now

I could be your perfect disaster

You could be my ever after, after all

I could be your perfect disaster

You could be my ever aft-

Ayato halted partway at the sound of applause below them.

"Don't leave me solo Ayato, come on." Touka complained.

"Someone's applauding." He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. She stopped singing and he heard her shuffle towards the edge of the roof.

"Nice duet." A voice sounded through the air. If he had to compare it to anything it would have to be the guitar from 'Never Grow Up'.

"Thanks." Touka called back.

"May I come up?"

"Uh, sure." He heard Touka step over to him. She took a deep, slow breath before speaking to him.

"Uhm, his hair's white, that's the colour of snow, grey eyes, a shade lighter than what you see everyday, he seems nice. Polite. To sum him up, stunning. He could possibly clear off item 13." He sensed the mischievous smile in her tone.

"No Touka."

"We're here to clear off the bucket list, may as well cross it off."

"No means no."

"Fine then, your loss." She huffed as Ayato noted the sound of footsteps approaching. He angled his head a little towards them to listen better.

"Hey there." Okay, up close his voice sounded like the piano from 'My Immortal'. Amazing how distance changed things.

"I'm Touka, this is Ayato, my brother." Touka introduced.

"Hey." Ayato greeted.

"Hi, I'm Kaneki." The stranger (now acquaintance) said. Ayato couldn't tell if he was smiling or not. This is why he hated meeting new people, he couldn't read them.

"Right Kaneki, are you up for helping us completer a bucket list?"

"Touka!" Ayato hissed, aware that his face was heating up. Probably turning the colour that people called 'red'.

"Don't worry, not item 13, the other things." Touka chirped.

"What's item 13?" Kaneki asked. Ayato glared to where Touka was positioned on the rooftop.

"It's 'kiss a stranger', but poor little Ayato hasn't ever been with anyone, let alone kissed anyone, so he's trying to wipe its existence off the list." Touka laughed.

"Uh…well, I can help with the other things." Kaneki responded awkwardly.

"Great." Touka replied in a syrupy voice.

"What needs to be done?"

Touka nudged Ayato before lacing her fingers with his.

"We should get off the roof first, and then we need to find a meadow."

The flowers tickled his skin as he laid on top of them, the tall grass that weaved between them blowing around hi body. Like an outline. He heard Touka snapping photos fanatically and he grinned. Opening his eyes to the darkness.

"How many shots is that now?" He asked.

"Lost count at 130." She responded immediately before taking another. Ayato smiled softly before widening his eyes slightly as he felt Kaneki lay down beside him.

"I still can't believe you're blind." He whispered.

"Believe it because it ain't going away." Ayato murmured. He heard Kaneki roll over, crunching some of the dry grass beneath him in the process.

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?" Kaneki asked quietly as Touka took another photo.

"Um, sure." Ayato whispered, flopping his head over to the side where Kaneki laid. His hand grasped his and it was strange, it felt warm. It felt comfortable. The sensation felt familiar but unknown at the same time, like he'd been searching for this feeling all his life when he hadn't even known it existed.

"Ayato, what's it like being blind?" Kaneki asked.

"It's like being depraved, but being a gift at the same time. You can't see, but every other sense is heightened. I can hear better. Feel better. But I don't understand what people mean when they say 'red', 'blue', 'beautiful' and 'misshapen' I feel like I'm being left out. It's sort of like…being given a book, but there aren't any words." He summarised. He felt Kaneki grip his hand more tightly and shuffle closer, the sudden sensation of his body heat coming closer made Ayato's heart skip a beat.

"You've obviously thought about this a lot." He murmured.

Ayato rolled onto his side and looked blankly at the never-ending night, imagining Kaneki on the other side.

"I've had 19 years to think about it. That's enough time to create a good metaphor." He smiled as he heard Kaneki snicker.

"Oh! Hold that pose!" Touka exclaimed and quickly snapped a memory of the pair together. Foreheads touching. Hands interlocked. Smiles on their faces.

Kaneki stood close to Ayato, nudging him every now and again like Touka had instructed him to in order to let Ayato know that he was still there.

"So what item is this?" He asked as he watched Touka order three ice-creams. Peppermint. Vanilla. Cookies and Cream.

"Item 2; eat ice-creams on a prefect day after a miserable one. It's the last one." Ayato responded.

"What about item 13?" Kaneki asked, gaining an exasperated sigh from his newly acquired friend.

"Let's just say that there aren't a lot of homosexual men out there willing to date a blind dude. Shocking, I know." Ayato informed, his up-beat tone pulled a smile onto Kaneki's face without the white-haired man even noticing.

"I don't know about homosexual, but I do believe there's a bisexual who might want to steal your first kiss."

"Pfft," Ayato snorted, "and who, may I ask, would that scrub be?"

He turned his head to where Kaneki was standing and felt a hand gently angle his head upwards. A pair of soft, tender lips pressed against his unexpectedly and Ayato's eyes widened. Sweet. It was sweeter than the strawberry shortcake he'd had last week with his dad. Sweeter than all his birthday cakes combined. Sweeter than all those times Touka had given him the rabbit toy in order to help him sleep when he knew that she needed it just as much as him. When Kaneki pulled away he heard a high-pitched whistle erupt on his right.

"Well," Touka began, "I guess item 13 did get crossed off after all."

Okay, done. Sorry if this took a while, I've got a lot to do so there's going to be a dump and then you may not hear from me for a bit. HEAPS OF HOMEWORK. I AM DROWNING IN IT. Okay, personally, this is my favourite chapter so far, and I hope you enjoyed it too~ The song that Ayato and Touka sang is called 'Ever After' by Marianas Trench. I love it! Okay, get prepared for the next chapters! I so want to draw the image of Ayato and Kaneki in the field too, but UGH my art skills are just a tad sucky. So if someone else wants to have a go feel free.

Touka is a photography student and she was given an assignment which was about 'capturing a moment you never thought would happen' and Touka decided to hand in the image of Ayato with Kaneki because she never thought her brother would be able to find someone like Kaneki. (Plus she just wanted to hand it in much to their dismay)