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"No! Father, Please!" Kaneki woke up with a start.

Why am I having this dream again after 2 years?

He already knew the answer.

Damn you, Touka. You're the only one who could make me remember.

He sighed.

Now I can't go back to sleep if I'm going to have that dream.

Regardless what he thought, he fell asleep from exhaustion. Nothing disturbed him. Not even his dream, which was pleasant this time. Kaneki woke up the next day. When he went to get some meat to eat, he saw someone by his refrigerator. He squinted and his eyes soon widened.

"Yamori? How did you get in? I thought I killed you!" Kaneki yelled, not knowing that it was his imagination. This went on for the next few days. Everywhere he looked, Yamori was there, holding up his pair of specially fitted wrench of his, opening it and snapping it shut. When he closed his eyes, hoping to find comfort in the darkness, he appeared. Kaneki couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. He was going crazy.

That's it. I can't take this. I need to eat. I don't have any meat left I think. I checked this morning. I'll have Touka bring some over. I did say I would text her if I needed something.

Kaneki quickly texted Touka and then waited, with his nightmare of Yamori. When his doorbell sounded, he quickly made it to the door.

I'm so hungry. Is it Touka? I hope it is.

He opened the door, and he saw...

Yamori? No... NO! How did he get here?... No... why?

Kaneki's thoughts were going crazy, and he backed up, his eyes wide.

"Yamori?" Kaneki whimpered.

"No it's me Touka." Touka said, obviously confused.

To Kaneki, it sounded like Yamori was confirming it was him.

"No please! No... Don't! Please! How did you get here? Please, don't kill me!" Kaneki pleaded over and over. What could he do? His torturer, his former mentor was here. Kaneki backed up until he bumped into the wall, where he sank to the ground.

"Kaneki, get up. What are you doing? Who's Yamori?" Touka demanded.

Kaneki's vision cleared a bit. "Touka?"

"Yes. Now get up and tell me everything. Oh. I also brought you your food." Touka raised the bag in her hand. Kaneki got up and gratefully accepted the bag. He closed the door, and led her to his living room. Kaneki ate quickly then explained everything about Yamori.

"Yamori... He was the one who made me get my white hair and he started my kakuja. I ate him. He tortured me for many days, making me count backwards from 1,000, and pulling off my toes. He even put a centipede in my ear." Touka's eyes widened. She had never heard about this.

"Before he tortured me, I had black hair, and I was a weakling. Compared to Yamori, I was just another bug that could stand his torture methods. The saddest part of Yamori, was that he was my father, my father that I had once been close too." Kaneki continued. "I had been searching for my father, and I had finally got a lead. I found him immediately, and he became my mentor, teaching everything he knew to me. One day, I was sleeping and he grabbed me into a room and tied me to a chair and started torturing me..." Kaneki looked away, unable to continue. Touka saw his need for comfort, and wrapped her arms around him. Kaneki's eyes widened.

"Touka?"

"Shush and just enjoy the moment." Touka replied. Kaneki relaxed his body and did as she said.

"Touka, do you want some coffee?" Kaneki asked.

"Okay."

Kaneki got up and made the coffee and brought it over.

"I'm sorry about you having to go through a of that torturing." Touka shuddered.

Kaneki had his hands in his heads. "The problem is, he's back. You mentioned the torturing and I remembered it... I don't know what to do anymore."

"Why don't you stay my apartment for a bit?" Touka suggested.

Kaneki looked up. "I'm good."

"You sure?" Kaneki could here her concern.

"If it makes you feel better, then fine." Kaneki decided.

Touka blushed then forced it down. Kaneki got up and got some things. They left together, headed toward Anteiku. Once they got there, it was already nighttime. They went upstairs to Touka's apartment.

"I'll sleep on the couch." Kaneki said. "You can have the bed. I don't need it."

Touka blinked then nodded. "Want a blanket?"

When Kaneki said yes, she went to her room and came back out with a black blanket. Touka went to take a shower. Kaneki didn't need to. Kaneki sat down on the couch. Once Touka came out, Kaneki went to sleep.

That night, Kaneki started yelling. "No! P-Please! Don't, Please!" He continued on and on. Touka went to his side and woke him up.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Was the torture that bad to make even Kaneki have nightmares about it?

"Toes, my toes pulled off over and over. Fingers, my fingers pulled of over and over. Centipedes in my ears! I want to die."

"Well I'm not letting you." Touka replied.

Suddenly, Kaneki reached out and hugged her. Touka blushed.

"Thank you." Kaneki whispered. He lifted her chin and pressed his lips onto hers. Touka realized what was happening and responded eagerly.

I've been waiting for this... Right? What is this feeling?

Kaneki pulled away. "Thank you." he repeated.

"For what?"

"For being here. I think... Yamori... He's starting to go away. I think it's because of you."

It was Touka who went for the kiss that time.