Tokyo Ghoul: A White Crow's Secrets

Insanity's Dearest

Anteiku was on the other side of the road and Kenji had spotted it. He crossed the road, with little care of the cars almost hitting him. The drivers shouted and cursed at him. He just gave them ice cold glares, which made them shut up and they drove away.

The sky was clearing up, only very few grey clouds were hanging around, blocking the sun's beams. Kenji weren't feeling that well and Tokube had noticed it. She rustled around in circles, giving suggestions to him what could be the cause of it. He scowled as a pain struck his stomach.

"I don't think the alcohol was bad, it tasted as it should've." He said as if he was talking to someone beside him, which caused the few who passed by, to give him a confused look. Tokube crawled again.

"What, the three oranges? why do you think that?" Kenji had his eyes on the sign of Anteiku, while Tokube crawled out of his ear, making sound with her many legs.

"Okay, maybe they were rotten, since they were in a trashcan, but still, I didn't taste anything rotten." He walked up the stairs to the intrance of Anteiku. Tokube had had enough of Kenji's senselessness in fruit and crawled back into his ear.

"How could they be rotten? They were all puffy and dusty..."

As he opened the door, a bell rang. The door closed behind him after a few steps.

"Welcome —" The voice abruptly stopped to take in air for a gasp. Kenji looked at the person who greeted him, but he didn't get a good look before he was grabbed at the collar of his sweater. Kenji dropped the book. His back hit the wooden door, pushing the air out of his lungs. With a few coughs and his hands making their way to the stranger's hand, two people came out from behind the door with the sign: STAFF ONLY

"What's going on... Nishiki, what are you doing?!" Yelled a surprised female with purple hair and bangs that covered her right side of her face. She scouted the café and seemed relieved, that no one else was there at the moment.

"Touka, that's the guy I was talking about!" said Kaneki, who was the other person with Touka. He looked at Kenji who was lightly gasping for air and was pretty calm, though his face looked really sick; very pale. Nishiki didn't approve of how calm Kenji was and moved his hand to Kenji's throat with force.

"You shitty bastard..." Nishiki's voice was filled with hatred, tightening his grip on Kenji's throat, lifting Kenji's feet off the ground.

"Nishiki! If you're going to cause a ruckus, do it in the basement! People will see you from the outside. Don't do anything too reckless." Touka was annoyed and opened the door behind her. Nishiki gave a glance, then looked at Kenji, who was tapping furiously at Nishiki's hand, in hope he'd release him. His legs were banging on the door and his other hand was covering his stomach.

Nishiki realized what he was trying to say and let go quickly. Kenji fell to the floor on all four, gasping for air as he could feel his stomach twist and complaining, nagging to get rid of unwanted food.

Nishiki had stepped back, throwing a glance at Touka and Kaneki. Touka knew what was going on, but Kaneki seemed a bit confused. He did catch on when Kenji began vomiting.

The gastric acid covered the floor with chunks of half digested disgusting orange peels and noodles, together with other unidentified remains of food. It spewed out for about five seconds, followed by smaller portions mixed with blood. Kenji's unwilling spasmic movements faded. Blood and saliva, mixed with gastric acid, dripped from his mouth. His blurry vision inabled him to see his hand properly. He could feel the icky and warm fluids between his fingers, that soaked through the fabric at his knees.

"I feel much better now... Could I have a glass of water?" Kenji slowly turned his head to the group of three, whose faces were sickened by the scene before them.