Kaneki's POV
"I wasn't always a ghoul..." My eyes had widened. Was she like me??? I hadn't gotten a good look at her face yet. She had been wearing her mask the entire time. She looked up at me. Beautiful green orbs stared up at me. "Lets go to my room, I'm guessing you don't have your own place right now. Your old home isn't exactly safe now, is it?" She cracked a small smile. Perceptive, smart and dangerous that is what she is right now. She turned and began walking. "Are you coming or not?" I jumped a little and began to follow her. Her hair swayed as she walked. Her hair was nothing short of gross. Her hair was long and even in a pony tail it almost was down to her waist, it was knotted and had horrible dead and split ends. It looked dirty too. As I analyzed her appearance I began to notice how malnourished and sickly she looked. She was small, almost doll like she had a small girlish figure, she was considerably curvy. She was really pale, her cheeks flushed red as if she was feverish. All I knew from her eyes is that they were green. She had long lashes surrounding them. She had long bangs obscuring one of her eyes. Her hair color was an amber color, I bet it looked like honey when it was clean. I wanted to know more about her, I couldn't help but feel drawn to this doll like girl. It was like a sick twisted version of knowing when you met your soul mate. She turned quickly on her heel and stumbled a little before regaining her composure, "we're here." She stated as if she never had stumbled. She opened the door and slipped in. I followed, I took my shoes off and placed them near the door and padded in. I looked around her room. There wasn't much in the way of furniture. She had a bed, a dresser and a vanity. She had trinkets stacked neatly on it. "You can look around if you want."
I walked around her room, she had purple covers and blue comforter and pillows. She had blue and purple Christmas lights strewn across her room casting a soft blue violet light. Her head board was an old couch, on the edges of her bed were two wooden boxes. I opened them in curiosity. She had book upon book stuffed in them. I looked at her vanity which had a small silver laptop on its surface and two candles on either side of the mirror. The vanity had four drawers which were filled with more books and a couple of makeup products. Her dresser had stuffed toys, colored pencils, a music box, jewelry box and more books. I went to open one of the drawers but stopped myself. I looked next to the dresser and saw a small fridge. I opened the small fridge and saw cans of coffee and a few packages of what I assume to be human meat. The packages were very small, about the size of my hand, there were 3 in all. On top of the fridge was bags of coffee beans and even more books. I smiled a little, she must really like books. I picked a couple up and flipped through them. Divergent, Hunger Games, Blood of Olympus, They were Soldiers, 5th wave, Cujo. I put them back down on her fridge. I heard something whistle, a high pitched shriek. I jumped at the noise. I turned to see (y/n) boiling water she stared at it intently before she removed it and turned the heat off. She walked over to me and stopped in front of me.
"Move please. " I moved out of her way quickly as she grabbed the bag of coffee beans. I sat down on her dresser and picked up one of her books. The Enemy by Charles Higson. I looked it over, and began to read it. I looked up when I felt something tap my shoulder, "Here you go, it's kind of hot so be careful... I'm sorry if it isn't to your taste." I looked down and grabbed the cup from her dainty grasp. Her arm was still in the air, all the way to reach my shoulder. I was only 5' 7" I was considerably short for my age, now just taking in her height. She had to be 4'11" at most, 4'4" at the least. She definitely was a doll. After she had handed me my cup she had gone just a little to the right of me and set hers down. Her hands reached behindher head and fumbled for the ties. Her small fingers grasped the strings and untied them, the mask falling limply in her hands. She put the mask on her dresser and looked at me.
Even though I already thought she looked sick, seeing her entire face made me feel even worse. She had rings of dark circles under her foresty orbs, her eyes deep, swimming with something so unreadable. She had a small button nose and freckles speckling it. I had to admit she was absolutely adorable, no doubt, but her current state seemed a bit too... unhealthy. Before I had known it she had downed her entire cup of coffee. She tracks into her small refrigerator and pulled out one of the small little packages. She handed it to me. "Eat. I probably gave you electrical burns and some bruising and maybe even some internal bleeding, I want to make sure you heal up."
"What about you, I-I impaled you...with my kagune and..." I looked at her shirt, it was a dark blue fitted t-shirt and her midsection was painted a deep purple by her blood, it glimmered it the lights on her room.
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." She whispered to herself. She looked back up at me, "could I have half?" I nodded. Handing her half of the meat in the package. She held it in a way that I could only describe as complete awe. She opened her mouth and took a bite, then another, she looked as if she was starved. She looked at me, her green eyes so devoid of emotion. She opened her mouth. "What did you want to know? You should ask now while I'm in the mood to talk, like I said I'm a silent soldier. " I wanted to know everything. About here, about her. She seemed to be OK with just relaying everything. Willing to spill stuff like it was water. I needed to take this slow and to not dive in. I always was to trusting it was one of my many flaws. I wonder though, what are her's?
