Traitor (Renji Yomo x Reader) [Continued in a second book!]

Touka's Secret

While Renji slept, I decided to roam around the area. I barely remembered how I got here, much less recognized anyone. Some people glared at me, most simply ignored me. Perhaps I was just looking weird. The only clothes I could wear were the ones from Renji. He had a bunch down here - apparently even lived here. Someone brought me a bag of his still packed up clothes. I wore an oversized shirt and some huge pants. I even had to borrow his underwear. Everything smelled like him. His scent made me feel a bit more confident. It was as if he was right by my side, although he was still resting up.

At least his wound was healing properly. Each time some other woman and I wrapped a new bandage around it, it looked better. That he would heal entirely was promised, but no one knew how long it'd take. Some strangers praised his healing abilities, others said that it could take months.

Usually, I'd be patient. But I needed my medication, needed to ask Renji where he kept his pills. We had the same ones for depression, just a different dosage. Aside from that, I had to get medication for my heart and for the voices in my head. Both pills were added after Ryuu's passing. Why we were here, why we couldn't just go back home, didn't make sense to me. No one explained it either. But if we had to stay here for a while, I'd either have to live without my medication or go up and get it.

Someone will tell me what's better..

And if the second option would take place, I'd ensure to take Ryuu with me... Or at least his ashes.

The more I thought about Ryuu, the worse I felt. And while I changed into new clothes, Renji's clothes, earlier, I almost broke down. Seeing my body, my stretch marks weren't making this any easier. They were a painful reminder of how I was pregnant - twice - and lost both my precious babies. And my chest undoubtedly grew. And then there were the two scars from the cesarean. A horizontal and a vertical one. Auria and Ryuu.

I didn't know how to feel about either of these physical memories. Ugly? Pretty? Or simply normal? Looking at them, all I saw were two graves.

Wandering around the area was taking my mind off of it all. It was my attempt at distracting me. And I wanted to find out more about this place anyway - so this was a great opportunity.

If only people wouldn't seem so.. Mean. Unwelcoming. I hope they realize I didn't really choose to be here.

Or perhaps they heard about Kanou's passing and are actually angry about it? No.. No that's stupid. He created artificial ghouls.. That must upset them too.

"Hey, excuse me! Are you.. (y/n)?" someone shouted from behind me.

Turning around, I saw a white haired guy walking towards me. His posture was good; head held high and a straight back, yet greeting me with a warm smile. Judging by his voice and the back of his hands he was, at most, in his mid-twenties. But one look at his face threw me off. He seemed more than tired. Perhaps like a 35 to 40-year-old. His eyes were sullen, dark circles hugging them tightly.

"Y-yeah" I stuttered, brushing some hair behind my ear.

"I'm Kaneki - Ken Kaneki but everyone just calls me Kaneki" he introduced himself with that joyful smile and a quick forward bent.