Kiyoshi Kaneki was living his best life....or so he thought.
Everything changes when his brother gets into an accident. He life is soon engulfed in the world of ghouls...but that's not even the worse.
He's only Ken's half-brother.
And he's not even...
When I woke early, the bed was already cold. My predictions had been correct, he would be gone, just like that.
I slowly get up and head into the bathroom, seeing that I'm dressed in a pair of grey shorts that were his. Plus a t-shirt that was a bit baggy on me. I seen something catch my eye in the mirror. I turn my neck to the side and there lays a hickey.
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I want to yell, but to whom? Now, it just seems something silly, but it was our something silly. I frown lightly. He really isn't coming back? Is he?
My thoughts get interrupted when I hear a small voice. "Daddy?" The sleep cling towards the young voice. I glance over by the bathroom door and see Kou.
"What are you doing up?" I ask him. He shakes his head slightly at that.
"I can't sleep," my son mutters. I nod my head slightly at that before pulling him up into my arms. He nuzzles his head against my shoulder. His hand gripping onto the shirt. My head lightly brushes over his head.
I go back towards my room and frown for a moment, realizing that was when I would last see Nishiki at. "Daddy, somein' wrong?" Kou drags with his voice. I lightly shake my head slightly.
"No, nothings wrong," I says before I lay down and pull Kou close to me, pulling the cover over us.
I wake up a few hours later and feel someone laying on my chest. My eyes advert to see Kou sleeping on my chest at him. My door slowly opens up, snatching my attention to catch the twins. I lightly motion them in before showing them that Kou was still asleep. The twins move to lay on either side of me before I feel them burying their heads into my shoulder. I smile slightly at that for a moment.
I'm gonna miss mornings like this....I really am.
- 2 weeks later -
I find myself by the toilet once again. My body's not managing to hold anything down. I'm barely holding it together with water and coffee. I finish emptying out my stomach. My arm presses against my head. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I mutter to myself.
Slowly, I find the strength to pull myself up off of the cold floor. I flush the toilet before washing my hands and rinsing my mouth out. It seems that this has been going on for nearly two weeks. Maybe I've just got the stomach bug that's going around. My thoughts let me question multiple things in which could be the answer to why I'm so sick all of a sudden.
In a sluggish way, I manage to find myself back into my bedroom. I glance over at the calendar before my eyes widen. My heat was suppose to be last week....but it's late.
Soon, my breathing becomes uneven. My hands move to rummage through my night stand to find the one person...the only person that I can talk to now about this: Avani.
