Touka leads you and Kaneki down a set of stairs and into a strange room. The floor is a glistening checkered pattern of pearly white and royal red. The walls are covered in big brown tiles that reflected the light as if they had been polished every day for the past century. The ceiling is dotted with small, circular lights - they look like twinkling stars against the pristine ceiling. There are example masks hanging off the wall, staring blankly into space from display cases and brown mannequins, giving them shape and, therefore, life.
"Hello?" Touka asks to no-one imparticular. She doesn't sound nervous, quite the opposite. She seems more irritated than worried what might be lying in store for you. Kaneki walks over to a stand with a white sheet over it. He slowly lifts it up and you hear a quiet, monotone "boo," and Kaneki falling over.
"What are you doing, Uta?" Touka asks, jokingly as she turns to them. I follow her gaze to see a tall, muscular man. He doesn't look like much. Half his head is somewhat shaved with the other half hanging down the side of his face. His eyes resemble the same appearance as Kaneki's when he's breaking into a ghoul, except this one in front of you has eyes that stare at everything with empty hope.
The ghoul, who you assume is called Uta from what Touka said, looks up at you and gazes at your face for an uncomfortable amount of time. What is he trying to suggest? You think as you try to read his expression. It's hopeless. Uta picks up on your confusion and gets to work, gesturing to a seat for Kaneki to sit in. He obeys without questioning. You guess he's as nervous about meeting this person as you are.
"Do you have any allergies?" Uta asks, quickly, jotting something down in a notepad before Kaneki had even given him an answer.
"No."
"What about rubber or metal?"
"They're fine-"
"You wan't a full mask?"
"Uhh..." Kaneki says giving a polite smile. He has no idea what Uta is going on about. Touka rolls her eyes as she thinks the same thing you're thinking. You can almost see the annoyance grow on Uta's face even though he seems to be an emotionless mess.
"Maybe a half mask instead," Uta says, looking at Kaneki thoroughly, "Cute eye-patch." He's obviously mocking Kaneki - No one would compliment that eyepatch.
You let out a silent chuckle. Weaboo eyepatch, you think to yourself. You stand upright and follow Touka. She is admiring the masks, picking them up and seeing if they fit her. You admire the craftsmanship from a distance. How could someone like him create something a delicate as these? From the looks of his tough hands and strong arms, you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of Uta, yet there's something humbling about him.
The masks are all different colours, black, blue, red, all with unique patterns and designes. Some have horns, others have wires, a few have scowls, a fair amout have an irregular shape. It's like a jumble sale of masks a child would make, however, these look like something a genius would make with perfect design and exceptional detail. Nothing sums up in this place. It's like Alice's wonderland.
What on earth is this place?
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Can You Keep A Secret? (Tokyo Ghoul x Reader)
Fanfiction"Why are you looking at me like that?" He says to you. "You've been acting strange," you say slowly, "and why have you bought so much coffee? You never used to like it." "Uhh... my friend showed it to me," he says. In theory, he should be great at l...
