My padded sock feet ran down the hallway to greet Kaneki in the training hall when I was grabbed roughly by the hair and dragged into the Quiet Room.
A familiar maid stood at the door, keeping watch.
"You little bitch…you're not right…" Tsukiyama pulled me closer, caressing my face. "You aren't one of us at all, are you?"
He threw me to the ground where I cut my face on one of the millions of things he broke a day. I pull the shard out of my skin. It was a shallow cut. I watched as it healed, but it still blood.
"Ha ha…" Tsukiyama sniffed. "So you are a One Eye after all. Interesting…"
He ripped me up by the hair. "So lovely. I have a feeling that no matter what I do, you will heal your wounds and pretend you are fine. Protecting yourself, are you?"
He ran a ragged nail across my throat. "And I can't have you getting close to our king…"
"KANEKI!" I gasped involuntarily.
Tsukiyama tossed me against the wall. "Interesting. So go. Go to him wrecked an wounded, but explain it away. Keep explaining it away. If you ever tell him, and he ends up here, I could kill him, you know…he is so delicious…you have no idea how hard it is…you might end having to feed me instead, right?"
I got up. "Did you forget? I'm not gonna listen to you."
I backhanded Tsukiyama into the familiar maid. I hadn't meant to hurt the old woman, but she WAS complicit after all.
"Yes…" Tsukiyama gripped his cheek. "But Kaneki does."