Nov 28, 2017 4:35 PM
Without My Eyes
Anime Relations:
Tokyo Ghoul
“Ne~ Kaneki-kun… Did you eat today?”
Kaneki shuddered and pulled at his hair once more. His eyes were open, but they couldn’t see anything. Darkness. Nothing.
“Kaneki-kun~ I’m hungry, aren’t you?”
Rize’s voice continued to echo loudly in his voice, as if she was truly there beside him, wrapping her beautiful, pale arms around him in a tender embrace. He could see her in his mind, purple hair falling onto his shoulder as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
“They took your eyes. Why don’t you eat theirs? Eyeballs are suuupper delicious, they’re almost like grapes I heard. Juicy, sweet, delectable little things.”
He shook his head blindly, wanting to escape the nightmare that was his own mind, but the light could not enter his eyes. They burned with tears, yet he could not see.
How long had he been there? Where was he?
All he knew was that he was lying on a bed, the chilly breeze permeating the thin blankets that was carefully wrapped around his lower body. Breeze?
Kaneki could now heard the rustle of a busy day street, with cars and chatter passing by what he assumed to be an open window. Huh. Carefully untangling himself from the sheets, he shifted to the edge of the bed and stuck his hands out, feeling for the wall that should be on his left.
Found it.
He quickly moved his way along the wall, desperately trying to find the window without his eyesight. He wanted it all to end. Everything was falling to pieces. He was falling to pieces.
However, Kaneki was quick to bump into a warm figure standing right in front of where the breeze was strongest.
Gasping, he stumbled back, his left hand reaching to tug at his hair once more in a panic.
“Get out! Leave me alone! No more!”
His breath began to come out in fast pants, leaving him with no more strength to scream at the unknown being in front of him. Meat. Aogiri. Blood. My eyes.
“Oooo, smells good. Human too. Kaneki, I’m sooo tired of eating ghoul meat. Maybe they are treating us to a special treat. You’re used to eating ghoul and human meat already. Just oneee bite won’t hurt.”
“..n.no.. no more… please.. Hi..de.. T..ou..ka..”
He flinched hard as gentle hands came to grasp his hands. The stranger pulled him into an awkward, yet strong embrace. Still hyperventilating, Kaneki struggled against the warm arms, but they held him firmly.
“Kaneki.”
He tensed at the mention of his name. The mention of his name with that stupidly familiar, tear-inducing voice. The voice he had yearned to hear, ever since the fall of Anteiku cafe and the death of Mr. Yoshimura. Clenching the shirt of the man in front of him, he sobbed into the shoulder of his “dead” friend.
“Hide.”
Kaneki shuddered and pulled at his hair once more. His eyes were open, but they couldn’t see anything. Darkness. Nothing.
“Kaneki-kun~ I’m hungry, aren’t you?”
Rize’s voice continued to echo loudly in his voice, as if she was truly there beside him, wrapping her beautiful, pale arms around him in a tender embrace. He could see her in his mind, purple hair falling onto his shoulder as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
“They took your eyes. Why don’t you eat theirs? Eyeballs are suuupper delicious, they’re almost like grapes I heard. Juicy, sweet, delectable little things.”
He shook his head blindly, wanting to escape the nightmare that was his own mind, but the light could not enter his eyes. They burned with tears, yet he could not see.
How long had he been there? Where was he?
All he knew was that he was lying on a bed, the chilly breeze permeating the thin blankets that was carefully wrapped around his lower body. Breeze?
Kaneki could now heard the rustle of a busy day street, with cars and chatter passing by what he assumed to be an open window. Huh. Carefully untangling himself from the sheets, he shifted to the edge of the bed and stuck his hands out, feeling for the wall that should be on his left.
Found it.
He quickly moved his way along the wall, desperately trying to find the window without his eyesight. He wanted it all to end. Everything was falling to pieces. He was falling to pieces.
However, Kaneki was quick to bump into a warm figure standing right in front of where the breeze was strongest.
Gasping, he stumbled back, his left hand reaching to tug at his hair once more in a panic.
“Get out! Leave me alone! No more!”
His breath began to come out in fast pants, leaving him with no more strength to scream at the unknown being in front of him. Meat. Aogiri. Blood. My eyes.
“Oooo, smells good. Human too. Kaneki, I’m sooo tired of eating ghoul meat. Maybe they are treating us to a special treat. You’re used to eating ghoul and human meat already. Just oneee bite won’t hurt.”
“..n.no.. no more… please.. Hi..de.. T..ou..ka..”
He flinched hard as gentle hands came to grasp his hands. The stranger pulled him into an awkward, yet strong embrace. Still hyperventilating, Kaneki struggled against the warm arms, but they held him firmly.
“Kaneki.”
He tensed at the mention of his name. The mention of his name with that stupidly familiar, tear-inducing voice. The voice he had yearned to hear, ever since the fall of Anteiku cafe and the death of Mr. Yoshimura. Clenching the shirt of the man in front of him, he sobbed into the shoulder of his “dead” friend.
“Hide.”
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