Luxurious books ( Kaneki x reader)

Ainu's song

I hit the ground below being sure to have broken half my ribs. I scream as my head smacks against hard concrete. I was never the type of person to fall down. I was mad at myself for doing so.

I lay there hoping nobody saw my fall. But then again, where were the CCG when you needed them?!

I spin my self round trying to escape.I could see my predator's face. The red tentacles behind him were flaring about. I crawl backwards like a lost centipede. My breathing became more eradicate. He seemed proud of my reaction to his presence. His demonic eye was glinting red.

I begin to scream knowing I could go no further. The ghoul unzips his blackened mask. Unraveling thin white lips. Unsure to weather I was his meal I begin wailing aloud.

He glares at me clearly irritated by my idiotic cries. " Shut up......" he whispers in such a icy voice. He holds a blackened nail over his lips. Afraid of the outcome I pant as my eyes were still full of tears. " d-don't h-hurt me p-pleas..." I begin shaking in fear. My crown had transferred to the ghoul who was about to devour me whole.

His red tentacles begin caressing my sweaty limps. " Why not?...." he jokes scanning my shaking frame.

He licks his lips. " I never imagined that my favourite author would be so delicious just by sight....I thought you were male...." he chuckles to himself as he touches his lips again.

He looks at his nails before saying thinly " A/n...."

" There was apart in ' Coloured sea' where the male is stalking his female crush to the butcher shop... The  way you described the meat hanging from the counter was tantalising...I must say A/n....I thought you were a ghoul you see..." His tentacles begin pointing at me. I crawl a few cm back.

I didn't care about the books anymore, if I was eaten now I would never get to finish my latest draft. Tears tickle down my cheeks as I eye his white hair for the last time...

His tentacles reach for my flesh, I close my eyes waiting to die.

There was a certain poem in one of  my old novels that became famous due to its strange meaning, I begin Searching my memories for it before I became his meal,

Like a bird crossing a window,
His white eye brows glistening, white bread groomed...
He lay there panting on his trimmed prayer mat,
Wanting to die, He was Ainu....

The ghoul looks at me with dismay.

Like he was about to cry.