Human

by Leon

Tokyo Ghoul © Ishida Sui

dedicated for FID #8

[we are merely a human being]

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Arima awoke late that morning when the sun light already hit his window shield. The alarm he used to see on his cabinet lost out somewhere. It's never be like his usual day, waking earlier, miss breakfast, grab a latte on subway café, taking first train in the morning, and reach his office at 8 a.m. A gentleman always comes first, that's the motto of his subtle appearance—or so he thought. For a while, he attempted and forcing his half paralyzed legs to step down, taking a small move to grab his rectangular specs. Wearing them for better view judgement—actually he just lost some of his eye refraction power.

Arima Kishou is a man with thousands mysteries. First, he would manage his own footsteps so no one could hear them. He did it like a pro. Second, he utterly never miss a chance to loosen his safe zone. When he tried to pull out his door knob, the ears of his powered up some levels like a true stereo. The smells of flour mixed by honey suddenly scared him out. He calculates most of everything in precise numbers and how come a single full time worker guy whose life is always in stable mode got a—

The long thoughts blurred the decision he made, he just took more steps after closing his ivory colored door slowly. The stairs covered sixty percent of his kitchen view below. He heard somebody was humming down there. A thief—he shouted quietly inside his head. Nope. Why would a thief use his kitchen and cooking a pancake. That's an absurd thought. So before his feet touched the first staircase, he needed to make some plans. From A till E. Many options to do for the next possible bad things.

But still, he still could not remember anything. What had happen on the last night. Or what kind of mistakes he'd done so his pretty cozy and peaceful life got hacked.

Oh, he remembered something.

"Fura Taishi."

"My old best pal, Arima Kishou! So, starting from today, we are going to be a co-worker!"

It was a name of his old friend who just appeared off nowhere and pulling the tired single pathetic man named Arima Kishou to a local bar near from his workplace. He was just transferred from his previous office to Tokyo and by any chance, the boss of his decided to move him for reasons he did not want to fuss about. Fura Taishi was the first boy who has a 'smitten' character toward the gloomy young Arima. Most of his youth was spent to do fun things while young Arima looked like a normal high schoolboy. Doing homeworks, go back to home in a right time, achieve nice marks, and so on. Typically a good boy. Sometimes, he regretted it of not being a ruckus on his entire rebellious phase. But, it showed lovely result. He has good life, a proper income, nice apartment, but he felt rotten inside. That's how Fura Taishi smacked Arima's gorgeous face with reality.

"What are you looking for now? Money? Status? Worshipper? Or... find a goofy mate to laze around all day long."

Definitely hit the main street.

"You always can rely on me, my best pal. Just tell me and I will find someone fit for you to spend the eternity together till death do you apart—perhaps."

"Or! I can tell you all the best places in Tokyo for a single night fun. You probably think I cheat my wife away, right? But no no, you know, there are lots of my clients in my previous workplace who asked for it. Poor their wives."