Your POV
Why do I feel like this? What is he doing to me? For the longest time, I was silent, no one ever noticed me, no one ever asked about me. For so long they never have a damn about me. Why was he so different. Just being near him makes my chest hurt, my mind race, my pulse quicken. My senses heighten. What is so special about him to do this to me?
"We could get to know each other." He said touching his chin lightly.
My eyes widened and tears threatened to gather in them. "Do you want to sit down?" I asked and he nodded taking a seat on my bed. I went over to my dresser and pulled out fresh clean clothes to put on instead of staying in my bloody ones. " I'm sorry, I had to change." I said devoid of emotion, though my eyes and face lied. My cheeks stained red with a blush.
"No, it's fine besides I was the one who ruined your shirt and got you covered in blood." He apologized looking down at his lap.
"You're fine, I attacked you first, you did nothing but defend yourself." I spoke. "I guess I'll start, how old are you Kaneki Ken?"
"I'm twenty, my birthday was yesterday actually." He stopped suddenly, "hahaha mother mother I'm so fucked up." He chuckled lowly. Tears rolled off his cheeks. I felt terrible, I knew what had happened.
"I'm sorry that happened to you. I'm sorry Jason hurt you, he hurt me too they all have." I confessed. I hugged him trying to comfort him. He went to strokemy hair but recoiled.
"You need to wash your hair." He stated bluntly.
"It's fine..." I said.
"No it's not, it disgusting." He glared at my Amber hair.
"Then why don't you wash it!" I snapped at him. My green eyes narrowed it a glare.
"Maybe I will!" He countered. He stopped a second later, "where are the bathrooms?" He followed up.
"Follow me," I said, I opened my door after grabbing some of my stuff. I took in a series of sniffs, smelling for anyone. I listened carefully for any of those still awake. "It's clear, no ones using the wash rooms right now so we better hurry." I said excitement lacing my voice.
"how long has it been since you washed that mop of your's" he asked me.
"I don't know, a couple months, I haven't cut it in over two year." I said nonchalantly. He looked utterly disgusted with that statement. "almost everyone is asleep, except Eto and Ayato so be quiet. Unlike me, those two have a bad sense of hearing." I opened the door to the wash room. I ran over too the counter and rummaged underneath it searching for my washes. "Aha!" I exclaimed pulling them out. I started the water. I began to undress careful to leave my undergarments on.
"We're you going to undress too?" I asked him, my face flushed with slight embarrassment. He nodded and undressed too leaving him in his boxers.
"O-ok I just thought I was fixing your hair."
"Oh sorry..." I whispered.
"No it's fine, I guess it fine I should too." He said touching his chin. "Do you-"
"Have other washes? Yes," I said handing him some other tubes. I stepped into the tub welcoming the warmth of the water. Feeling it sway and move around me was nice. It was warm melting away my concern and stress. He climbed in sitting somewhat close to me. He wasn't really muscular but was fair. He was enough to have a six pack and nice chest. "What are you waiting for? An invite, get to scrubbing." I said turning my long Amber hair towards him.
His hands scrunched my hair up and moved in it. His hands were big and cold compared to the water. I let him scrub my hair though. To be honest, I really enjoyed it. He rinsed my hair.
"Can I cut it?" He asked me holding my strands of dead ends.
"I like my hair long though..." I whispered
"I just think you should, it's not healthy to leave your hair like that. " he said in a caring nature.
"if you think so then go ahead, cut off as much as you please, but leave the bangs. I like them, but you can trim them." I said rummaging around for a pair of scissors. I pulled a pair of little black and silver scissors and handed them to the silver eyed male. His gentle hands turned me around and ran his hands through my honey brown hair. He stopped suddenly at his desired length and chopped it off. He evened it up and gave me a few layers. He then proceeded to trim up my bangs. I stood back and let him look at me. My green eyes scanned him, not sure what to process. My skin was clean and pale, my eyes were bright with thought, my hair soft and freshly cut and clean. I stared at him waiting for something. My stomach twisted with pain of hunger. I hadn't eaten much in I'm almost three months. What I had eaten today was the first meal in weeks. I swayed, not able to keep my balance. My body collapsed, before I hit the floor I felt his strong hands grasp my body. I felt him lay me down on my bed.
"Don't leave please....I'm just hungry and tired...don't leave me...I'm lonely. " I cried grabbing his wrist.
"Ok, I'll get you food tomorrow." I nodded after his statement. He climbed into bed with me I slid close and laid in between his arm and stomach. My small hand travelled up to his chest and grasped his shirt. I moved up and laid my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He was warm and smelled heavenly. It was beyond me how this all happened. I've known him for a day, tried to kill him, bathed with him and now sharing a bed with him. Fate works in wierd ways. To be completely honest this boy left me somewhat smitten. He was sweet, and caring and nice, he was good looking. His silver eyes and pale skin complimenting his snow white hair. There was something about him though, that something made me wary of him and even scared of him. I also wanted to know more. His expressions and actions drew me in like a moth to a flame. His eyes were something I could get lost in trying to figure them out. His mind alone left me perplexed. I was so hungry, I was mesmerized by his smell. Just give in~ a voice cooed. I held onto him a little tighter, I didn't want to give in again, I was tired of that.
I fell soundly asleep for the time being, but something shook me awake. "Ahahahaaa!!!!! Not ag-aaa-aaii-in, ahahaha, I'm sorry in sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry-" he was standing, pacing back and forth in my room, twitching. "I hate the bad meat-" he said stopping abruptly.
"Kaneki... what's wrong?" I asked gently, I stood up grabbing his arm gently. His grey eye and kakugan stared at me. He grabbed me in a hug.
"Make it stop...please, I don't want to be a ghoul." I couldn't help but feel bad, for this entire time i thought he was a ghoul not a half ghoul.
"How did this happen to you?" I asked him, "were you born like this?" He shook his head abruptly. He's just like you~
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked smiling a small smile at him. He looked wary, unsure of what to say or do. "I'll tell you my story." He stopped and looked at me. His shocked expression spoke a million words. I couldn't help but mentally laugh at myself. Despite all that has happened, I'm still the small sweet girl I once was. Old habits do die hard. I looked at him with all of my care and awaited his confession.
