So, I will now reply to my latest reviews here on TGRFR. Thank you all for the support, and I was excited to see xxxDreamingflowerxxx review this! She's one of my favorite TG fanfic authors, and so I hope you all go to her fanfiction page as well.
Delta Marauder: not intentionally. He was starving and on the verge of using his kakuja anyways from his Arima fight, so when he saw Yomo-san, he kinda snapped.
xxxDreamingflowerxxx: they did share the same feelings. But what happens is since he is unable to control his kakuja, it starts taking control of him more and more often. The white haired Kaneki wasn't trying to hurt anyone as the black haired wasn't either. The kakuja is taking control of the white haired kaneki more and more. Basically it's a battle over who controls his body. And the kakuja is going after Touka now. The white haired kaneki was meant to be the shield. To be…the one to take all the pain. Both the white haired and black haired Kaneki's are trying to stop the kakuja from destroying what they are still protecting. also, Yomo believes the old Kaneki is gone, but others think otherwise. AND! I completely forgot to mention this last chapter. THIS IS TOUKEN ALL THE WAY! This'll become a TOUKEN shipped fanfic. So don't worry about it.
(Guest): what's happening to kaneki is explained above.
So there we have it and now, I will not delay this any further. ON WITH THE SHOW!
Kaneki was lying, motionless on the ground. It was cold as he lay in the snow, thinking about the ones he cared for. How they could die, just as his mother and father had. And he didn't want that to happen. But he couldn't stop thinking about it. And the accident. He slowly put his hand over his scar, the stitches still able to be felt. Feeling this just brought back more memories.
When he joined Antieku.
When he first met Itori and Uta and-
He stopped right there. He remembered his first conversation with Itori. It was at a bar for ghouls. And Uta was there too. She had said something that day. Something that he just now realized. Kaneki kept thinking about the conversation and a flash back soon enveloped his vision.
He was now looking through the eyes of his older self. He was at the counter, Itori standing with a wine glass in her hands. Blood dripped from it as she tossed a towel in his face. He wasn't controlling his body. It was just his older self. This was a distant memory. As Kaneki watched himself dry himself off, Itori coming to sit down next to him.
"So, you wanna know something?" She asked with a smirk. Kaneki looked over and just said, "huh?" Itori giggled a little before continuing.
"There's rumors going around…that someone caused the pillars to fall down…" As soon as she said that, Kaneki went wide eyed. And, at that moment, the memory switched over to a much older one. It was the accident.
He was laying on the ground, blood oozing out from where a scar would be. As he sat there, the sirens blaring int the background, staring up, he saw a total of two figures move through the night. And he realized who they were by their appearance.
Uta and Itori.
Kaneki stared wide eyed as Itori just smirked, her eyes shining red and black. Thats when Kaneki finally realized it. They did this to him. They did it as a sick game. They meant for the accident to happen. And only one thing went through his mind, from both parts of him.
'THEY DID THIS TO ME…'
He shook away the memories but kept that specific one in his head. Kaneki sat up in the snow, a look of horror making its way to his face. He was shocked that some of his friends went against him. Some of those he tried to protect tried to kill him. And now there was no longer a look of sorrow and fear on his face, but that of rage and anger. He stood up, just a small amount of blood flowing out from the wound as it started to heal. Kaneki was enraged. He looked up towards the sky above, the snow still falling, and screamed. He screamed in sheer rage. And when he was done, he grabbed his mask and ripped it off, the leather tearing. He didn't want it anymore. He left it on the ground in the middle of the alley, and walked off to an unknown destination.
Touka was laying down, covered in a tarp, asleep as one could get. She was cold and hungry, and Yomo had left to go get food. As she was shifting around though, she heard something she would never forget. Touka heard Kaneki scream. She quickly sat up, the tarp crunching under her movements, and she said only one thing with concern laced in her voice.
"Kaneki-kun…" as soon as the screaming stopped, she jumped up and ran towards where the sound emanated from. She ran fast. Faster than she did before. It was exhilarating to say the least. As she was running through the snow, she realized the path she was headed down. It was the same one that her and Yomo came from after the alleyways destruction. Touka went wide eyed as she kept running, she turned a corner and found the same alleyway that was destroyed. She walked over and saw footsteps in the ground, as well as snow in the physique of a person. But what sat in the middle of the footprints and horrid snow angle, made her start to cry.
In the middle of the snow, lying on the ground torn up, was Kaneki's mask. The smile on it glistened with some blood stains, while the eyepatch was torn in two. She fell to her knees, her tears melting the snow, and picked up the mask. Though torn and broken, she held it up to her chest while she wept. And, from hidden in the darkness, a man sat and watched with a sadistic grin, his eyes ablaze in black and red.
At a coffee shop in the middle of Tokyo, a pair of ghouls were talking amongst themselves of the latest news. It had been only a few months after the extermination of all the ghouls in the 20th ward, or so they thought. Cochlea executed all ghouls in their custody, as the 20th ward showed that human kind couldn't contain the ghouls. The CCG thought they wiped the 20th ward clean, but rumors said otherwise.
"Hey, man. Did you hear about it?" One asked a ghoul who was wearing a black leather strip over his right eye and had white hair.
"Hear what?" The other responded. The brown haired ghoul who was talking to him looked around to see if anyone was listening, then whispered,
"That old coffee shop, Anteiku, is being rebuilt. But under a different name." At hearing this the white haired man looked up in shock, the conversation sparking his interest.
"Where?" He asked with a tilt of his head.
The brown haired ghoul looked around again real quick, "On the south side of 20th ward. Damn, I thought they were gone for good." The white haired man clutched his hands together, the memories flowing through his mind of Anteiku. He looked up at the other ghoul before saying anything else.
"Thank you, for the information. What is your name?" The eyepatch man asked, holding his hand out. The other ghoul shook it, answering his question.
"Durount Clark, I'm American just so you know." The ghoul greeted the white haired boy. That's when the man introduced himself to Clark.
"Sasaki Haise, Japanese," Haise introduced himself to the man, "do you think you could be my informant?"
"Yeah, sure. Here's my address, your welcome anytime." He wrote down his address on a thick paper napkin, handing it to Haise. After talking about other topics, they left from their meeting place, which was a new coffee shop call [Millet's coffee] and it was built in the spot of the old Anteiku.
Touka was walking through a coffee shop, her waitress outfit having a some minor changes to it. It was really just inverted colors, the white was black and the black was white. It was nice and calm in the shop, not a lot of ghouls Knew about the new Anteiku, as they were just opening. They needed a name for the new shop, and only came up with one that had a nice ring to it. Tsuitō. Touka liked it, and it was nice to finally be away from the killing. Yomo became the new manager, and Touka was an employee, along with Nishiki.
Nishiki didn't want to come out for the longest while. After the huge fight, his girlfriend had gone into panic. She had a seizure and he's been by her side ever since. So, today, Touka was going to hang up just a few flyers for work spots. Shifts if you will. And there were A LOT of spots open. It was so small on staff, that Yomo had to work. AND HE MADE BUSINESS BETTER, TOO! He was originally Antieku's "secret weapon" in case they were losing customers, so his coffee was just amazing. So this bought business up, and got Remembrance a load of funds. As she started sticking up flyers, the bell over the door rang, signaling someone walked in.
"Hello and welcome to Antei-I mean, Tsuitō!" She almost said Antieku, but quickly corrected herself. She was greeted by a man with brown hair. He walked in with a small shudder, but it wasn't really noticeable. he walked in and sat down at the oak wood counter it brand new in the shop.
"Well, you guys sure out did yourself this time." The man spoke as he simply looked around. Touka then took his order and made the coffee for him. He looked up from his coffee and smile, this sending a small shiver down the purple haired girls spine. As she was washing some cups, the man suddenly started speaking.
"You Antieku people are really gonna get..." He said with a smirk. She stopped and stared at him before replying.
"So, you're an old customer I see?" She replied with a small frown, as Antieke brought back old memories.
"You could say that." He smirked a little more, he set down his cup and started to walk off before Touka stopped him from leaving.
"what did you mean by, 'your gonna get it'?"
He turned and smirked, "I have a friend who seems really interested with the Antieku crowd, and he probably wants to meet you guys soon." And with those last words, the brown haired ghoul walked out of the coffee shop.
Haise was walking down the streets of Tokyo, his leather black eyepatch shined in the sunlight. As he was walking, he had killing intent in his eyes. The white haired boy kept walking as he neared a familiar bridge, he kept walking until he stopped in front of a door with a lot of graffiti and maybe some blood on it. He sniffed and then frowned more than he already was, and then punched the door as hard as he could and screamed.
"SHIT!" He looked up where he punched, there was a dent in the metal door. He wasn't going to let them keep living.
"I will find you...all of you...Itori...Uta...Pierrot..." And with that he walked off, wandering the streets of Tokyo in search of something to kill the boredom.
And now im done! Woo hoo! So, I gave my answers at the beginning of the chapter in the AN, and I hope you like my replies. This was more of a filler and time skip. Also, the section before the time skip is to back up the "this is totes TOUKEN". Yes, future plans say that this will be TOUKEN. They need to change tokyo ghoul into a romance genre in the manga AND anime. It has to! Anyways, I will not be doing my RWBY: RACE to finality for a bit, as I want to get started with a few more FF's. if you have any questions you can PM me!
so, i hope yall liked it! see ya!