I Wouldn't Change A Thing

Reconnecting With Ken

A month and a half passed. In that month and a half, Touka toured Kamii, she actually even got in if I'm not mistaken. Hinami finally got to meet her favorite author, just the same as Ken's was, Sen Tatatsuki. The dreams still came towards me....well more light nightmares. They only came in fragments, but the bloodshed was real. Some nights, Nishiki would have to wake me from them. They stop after he broke that blond male ghoul, Naki, out of the CCG prison van not long after he joined Aogiri Tree.

It seems like a lot, but everything is slipping away. In that month and a half, it seems like I've lost any and all connection with my brother. Even just an instinct pull towards him, it's all gone. Until just the other week. I felt a light tug from him. An emotional tug.

When I asked Avani about this, she told me that it was because Kaneki was pulling away. May be it's because of what happen at the Aogiri Building. May be something was holding him back, but he manage to break through. How? I have no idea. But, now I have an open window.

So, today I decide to work on something that I've been practicing since he left: astral projection. Something that I ask the spellcaster that Mr. Yoshimura brought in. It was very effective, but there was a lot of factors that made it extremely dangerous. Like one, the environment. When you astral project, you look all sense of where you are actually located at. A second thought is when you do astral project. She says most people when they astral project, it's an exact copy of them. So if they receive any injuries when they astral project, they receive the same injuries back in their safe place.

I seem to have lost this connection that I had with Kaneki when he left with Aogiri Tree. It's like he shut me out. But, I felt it that night. I felt the tears as they were my own. This guilt washing over, hitting in the gut. Even though I'll say that I was glad to not know the hate and pain that Kaneki was going through....but at least he was opening back up to me after weeks of shutting me out.

Because of Ken opening back up to me, I manage to actually talk to him in through this weird way...through this astral projection. I've never done it before, even with everything that's happen. I close my eyes. Kaneki. Kaneki. Kaneki. I chant my brother's name in my head over and over again.

When I do open my eyes, I'm in this old abandon looking building. I look around the room seeing him loosing control of everything. Even his kagune was different this time around. Instead of it being red and black, it was purple and black. It also looks like a centipede now instead of the tentacles from before. I watch his kagune swish and swing around this little compartment that we were at. A chair was knocked to the ground as was a shattered cup with cold coffee.

His screams of agony and pain reach my ears. I cross my arms watching him. His hair was white like the last time that I had seen him. This time though, you could manage to catch a read through his eyes. The guilt, pain, there was also a hint of fear with him. My hands reach over at touch his face. They were blue. May be this was different with the aura's that I've been able to project without realizing how still. His kagune quickly swipes through me, but I didn't feel nothing. I guess the aura really did make up a copy of me, and just like my aura, I can't be harmed.

My lips pull up even more, just watching him. "Now, now, is that how you greet family?" I ask him. His eyes widen looking at me before the tears stream down his face.

"Kiyoshi," he breathes. I nod my head slightly.

"I'm here Ken," I tell him. He falls to his knees. My hands gently reach over at land on his head. That's when I hear Ken start full on sobbing. He then curls up into a ball. "You should move to the couch," I inform my brother. He nods his head slightly at that. Somehow he manages to reach the couch.

I watch as he cries out in pain. I gently move my hand to his head, brushing through his hair. His kagune pushes out of his back. The pain was evident on his face. "Hey, I'm here," I whisper. Ken collapses back onto the couch.