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He wanted her to bloom in his darkness and keep her from the sun. She belonged to him. Forever.
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Her red eyes were very ghoulish indeed.
Tsukiyama had taken notice of the female Kaneki held onto so tightly as he guided them toward a property his family owned. The--rather modest, to the purple-haired ghoul's taste--two-story townhouse had been vacant for quite some time. It was perfect the two to hide out in while they accomplished what they needed to.
Tsukiyama was already quite aware of Kaneki's infatuation with the ruby-eyed brunette, but something about her definitely unnerved him. She appeared human, yet even by human standards, something was utterly off, especially when it came to her relationship to Kaneki.
It was as though Kaneki was grasping tightly to a dying, blood-red rose so that the thorns would remain buried deep into his skin. That was the aura Tsukiyama had received from the young woman, something that wasn't sitting right with him. He could definitely see the girl was absolutely enamored with the half-ghoul who was embracing her so; however, there was a heavy resignation that her petals would scatter, her life fleeting. Tsukiyama vaguely wondered what left of Kaneki's psyche would be shattered when the white-haired male's precious flower faded when her time came.
"Is this better?" Kaneki's question to the young woman broke Tsukiyama out of his silent observations as the younger male set the girl on the bed in one of the three bedrooms the house had. The girl nodded and her eyes flickered to Tsukiyama briefly, as though she were keeping the ghoul at a distance with her gaze. She didn't trust him, which was just as well; Tsukiyama had partook in the ghoul restaurant settings and a young woman like her would have been a delicacy whose succulent flesh he would sup.
"Go ahead and rest, okay?" Kaneki told her, his fingers threading through the girl's hair. "I need to talk to Tsukiyama about something, but you're safe."
"I'll be fine, Kaneki. You don't need to baby me," the girl replied lightly, though she leaned into Kaneki's touch as though she were a moth drawn to a flame. The girl must not know how being a mate of a ghoul worked, Tsukiyama considered. Neither does Kaneki, now that he thought of it.
The white-haired ghoul smiled at the brunette before he stepped away from the bed, allowing the girl to lay down. Even though she was still wide awake, Tsukiyama followed Kaneki out--no doubt to have some sort of privacy about whatever needed to be discussed. When the two male ghouls left the room and gave some distance between themselves and the door, Tsukiyama then spoke. "You have been quite invested in the young mademoiselle, Kaneki. You haven't lost sight of your goals, have you?"
"Of course not," replied Kaneki, his grey eyes narrowed in contemplation. He truly was delectable, a sublime dish. "That girl is very important to me. I care about her, but she's in a place where she is unsure of her own identity."
"Unsure of her identity? She is a human, oui?"
"That's what she had always thought. What I always thought."
