Save Me (Kaneki X Reader)

*Prologue*

Alright so before I start this, I just want to say that this is my first x reader fanfic...so there may be some bumps here and there.

y/n - Your name

h/c - hair color

h/l - hair length

e/c - eye color

F/c - favorite color

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Now, let us begin

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Y/N's pov

"Dad, look at this butterfly I caught! Isn't it beautiful?" I said with a smile. The blue butterfly stood there on my finger slowly moving it's wings. He bends down so that he could get a better look at it, "It is very beautiful, but not as beautiful as my daughter." He ruffles my hair. I puff out my cheeks with embarrassment. "Do you think mom would have thought it was pretty?" He had a tint of sadness in his eyes, "I'm sure she would've." The blue butterfly now flutters off into the distance, I wave to it as we have grown a bond. "I wish I was a butterfly." I said as I start walking towards the back door of my house. "And why is that?" My father questions as he begins to pick weeds again. "Because, they're beautiful and are free from harm." I turn to look at my father with a bright smile plastered on my face. His eyes soften. Your smile was similar to your mother reminding him of when she was still alive. Your father gets up from the ground and wipes his forehead, "Alright, well lets go eat some lunch my little butterfly." He says as he walks past you ruffling your (h/l) hair once again.

Your mother had died when you were born. Giving birth to a half human half ghoul was rare. They would usually die right after but your little heart kept beating, as if you were the chosen one.

You sit down as your father takes something out of the fridge. It was wrapped in tinfoil, as your father unwrapped it looked more like a piece of steak to you. "Are we eating steak again...?" You hear a deep chuckle come from your father. "Yes." But the truth was that it wasn't steak. Your 6 year old mind wouldn't be able to make out that it was human nor that you were even a ghoul.

Your father would go out late at night to 'go out with his friends' or ' do business that he had to attend to'. He did work as a lawyer making him a couple thousand a year. Our house wasn't very big though, it was a one story townhouse with two bedrooms and two bathrooms. No basement. I grew up in this house and born in this house, I had so many memories.

As the years pass and I started to mature, my father decided to tell me things I didn't know before.

"Honey, can you sit down with me for a second?" He calls from the kitchen. "Be there in a flash dad." I said with a giggle. I walk into the kitchen and see my father sitting at the dining room table. He pats the seat next to him. At the moment of age, 8 years old, I still didn't know as much of myself as I thought I did. "So what was it you wanted to talk about." I asked as I smile and swing my feet. "Well, honey there is something important about yourself that you need to know about." I look at him with confusion written on my face. "Y/N, do you know what a ghoul is?" I look at him with a smile on my face knowing that I know the answer, "They're people who don't eat human food but eat humans. They have black and red eyes when they thirst for blood and...a-and," you paused for a moment, "There are different types of ghouls." Your fathers (e/c) eyes widen at your response. "I always knew you were smart." He fluffs your hair. "Well dad, I am in second grade. I know my stuff." I said proudly. "Well honey," He sighed, "You are a g-ghoul..." I looked at him in disbelief. "Now, you cant tell anyone." My face went pale at this moment. After realizing that all along, that steak was human.

My (e/c) eyes started tearing up and my lip started quivering. Tears were released from my eyes like a waterfall. My father grabbed my head with one hand and the other on my back. I grabbed his shirt tightly whilst crying on his chest. "There there. I want you to know that you are special, even if you are a ghoul." The crying was silenced a little. "I am? *sniffle*" I looked up at him with warm tears still rolling down my face. "Well of course, but you can't tell anyone." He held his index finger over his lips. "Okay!" I smiled up at him. "Good!" He kissed my forehead and set me on the ground. "Lets go watch some TV." He said with hid deep, happy voice.

As more years pass you realize that school has become more difficult now that you are 15 and a sophomore in high school. Your dad had finally invited you to come with him to hunt. You, of course, excepted his offer and would leave at 10 pm. In the mean time you were studying for all of your classes. You were a straight A student and got many offers to many colleges but you had only one college on your mind. "Ugh..." You groan as you study your History book. "Who cares about history anyways." You ask yourself and close the book. You look at the alarm clock on your nightstand and see that it was 9:53 pm. You got ready for your frightening yet somewhat exciting adventure. You put on faded skinny jeans with your (f/c) Jacket and your black converse. You walked out of you room and out to the living room where your father sat, watching TV. He notices you out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, y/n, are you ready to leave?" You pushed your (h/l) (h/c) hair out of your face. "I guess." Your dad got up from the couch and walked over to you, "You look so much like your mother." He ruffles your hair like when you were younger. "Daddddd." You groan as you fix your hair. As you grew you became more and more attractive, inheriting only the best of traits from your parents. "Alright, lets go." You walk out the door and follow your father. The next thing you know, you're walking down an alley way. "Where are we going?" I ask in confusion. The winter weather was starting to get the best of you as it nipped at your nose. "You'll see..." As soon as your father says that he jumps to great heights and lands on a nearby bridge. 

Well at least it's secluded.

You decide to try and do the same as your father but end up slipping on a patch of ice. You fall straight on your butt. "Ow." You rub where it hurt and got up. "Are you alright?" He asks obviously not trying to laugh. "Just dandy dad." I yell to him. I just ended up having to walk up the hill, and meet my father who is scouting for a victim. "Spotted." He says and runs off is a quieter part of town. I chase after him panting. 'Geez, I need to exercise more.' I tell myself mentally. Finally we made it...all you can see is your father cornering an innocent person. Your heart throbs. "Y/n. Come." You slowly walk towards him with a worried look on your face. "Y-yes?" You ask as you stare at his two red and black eyes. "Kill him." I stood there in shock. "I-I can't." He looked at me with a serious expression that turned sour. "If you won't I will." His kagune came out of his back. His kagune were two wings that looked beautiful but were seriously dangerous, the color of them looked almost like the ocean. "But they're innocent!" You yell at your father. He gives you a stern glare and yelled back, "Do you not want to eat!" Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes. Your fathers kagune became sharp and headed straight to the innocent pedestrian. "NO!" You screamed as he pierced through the person with no effort. You fell to your knees and the tears fell. His kagune disappeared and he went towards the body. 

"I didn't think that I would be this disappointed in you." Your father said nonchalantly as he tore off an arm and threw it at you. It rolled on the ground till it reached your knees and bounced back a little. 'I eat humans, that just the way I live. It's no different then eating it at home.' I grabbed the arm and looked at it. I know i'm stronger than I may seem, it's just the fact that someone is killing someone else right in front of me. I bite into the arm with tears rolling down my cheeks. 'I'm sorry father.'

Alright guys, that was really long. Like way longer than I thought it would be. I hope you enjoyed it and look forward to the next update. I'm super excited to be writing this! Until next time. (｡･ω･｡)