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Tsukiyama x Kaneki: A Confession

Late...

Late?

Late.

What?

Why late?
Why was he late?

Was he ever late?
He'd never been late.

"What?" Kaneki said aloud to the fire escape stairs he sat on.
He wasn't just late, he was late.
Late being not early. He was always early.
"The fuck?"
He was too confused to even be angry.

This has never happened before.
What if something bad happened?
What if he's hurt?
His mind screamed for answers that weren't appearing fast enough.
Well, it wasn't even the speed of the answers that bugged him.
They weren't appearing at all.
He wasn't appearing, either.

Five minutes ticked by.
Ten.
Shit. Should I leave?
Shaking his head, Kaneki acknowledged how much of a dick move that would be if he actually did show up.
How many times have I just abandoned him in the midst of a mission? He didn't want to answer that.
He really couldn't answer that.
There was no telling how many times that had happened.

He decided to avoid calling him, because the odds were that if he were late then something had come up.
What if he forgot? Kaneki nearly snorted with laughter. Nah.
What if he left me hanging on purpose?
That sounded more reasonable, but also even less likely.

【❦】

Meanwhile:

Tsukiyama was late because he had been intercepted by a certain guy.

"Monsieur Naki, I don't have the time for this." He sighed.

Thankfully, he had opted for his mask today just as a precaution...
Clearly his intuition had served him justice.

"Well I don't have time for her!" Huffed the slicked-back blonde. He gestured wildly to the female investigator he had been flailing about in combat with.
"As much as I would-" Eyes widening, Tsukiyama was interrupted as he was forced to dodge a swing from her Bikaku Quinque.
"I got somewhere to be!" Naki hissed, his Kagune deflecting one of her swings. "I don't need this bitch getting in my way!" Emphasizing the words he said on each swing, he attacked her with a flurry of violent, forceful moves.

He wasn't an S+ for his brains by any means.

"You're both Koukaku, yes?" Mado Akira gave a rather charming smile, "That would make me a nice new Quinque..."

Well, if she was gonna talk shit...
... the bitch was gonna get hit.

Scoffing, the Gourmet removed his vest and summoned his Kagune forward, coiling it around his arm before it solidified into a hard spiral. It tore straight through his clothing, needless to say...
Sigh.
Luckily he wasn't dressed formally this evening, opting out for a thin tee shirt to combat the dusk-time heat, then his vest if it happened to cool down after sunset.
He wasn't too busy, simply browsing through the downtown area, when he had been called by Kaneki to do... whatever the hell it was that he wanted them to do.

It could be literally anything, and Tsukiyama would definitely agree.

"I shall assist just this once." He told Naki, bracing for battle.
"Thanks!" The smile that followed his thanking was too pure for who it belonged to.
"But I do not aim to injure." Added the Gourmet.
"Damn it! That's... No fun!" The blonde didn't complain beyond that.