Kaneki Ken x Creepypastas

Chapter 13: Weakness

(Image not mine. Sorry for the late update and short chapter. It's late and I want to at least get this chapter out already. It's been way to long since my last update. Let me know what you thought about this chapter in the comments below. Enjoy!)

Kaneki POV

Mukade. Why was he here.

Despite the steps taken back. That cold outstretched hand, with coal black nails, was as able to offer a gentle caress upon Kaneki's face. And Kaneki just stood there. Wide-eyed. Shaking. Quivering.

Kaneki did nothing as that hand pulled away. Covered in blood assuredly not his own.

He stumbled back and fell to his knees. Hunched over, Kaneki clutched his head as Centipede's voice took over his own thoughts. And crazed laughter echoed in his skull.

He felt his left eye pulse under the medical patch. A wave over hunger over came him. A pain that felt as a hot knife to the gut. But the feeling of the kakujas touch left him wretching. Bile spilling onto the green grass.

Kaneki remembered that sour burn from the first days he spent as a ghoul. And every time after that when he had to act human in front of Hide.

Hide.

His gaze lifted to the being in front of him. Only to see a replacement. The very being in his current thoughts. At least, the thoughts he could hear above the lingering laughter in his head.

     It's your fault.

     It's your fault.

Jeff POV

     He didn't know how long it'd been since Ken had left. But the grinning killer didn't care. He didn't trust the guy. After all, with that show he put on the day before, how could he?

Sure. The rest of the Creepypasta, and even Jeff himself, were an odd bunch. They all had something unique about them. Something that made them different from other killers. From each other. The white haired boy had that something to, but, even with the display of scarlet protruding from his back and his extreme healing factor, Jeff knew that wasn't it. At least... that wasn't all of it.

Soon the majority of residents at Slendermans mansion came down to eat. Everyone ate the usual. E.J. had kidneys, Toby had waffles, the rest of them... Well, they had food that people normally ate for breakfast. And although Toby may argue that waffles are a breakfast food, Jeff would argue that it doesn't count when all Toby ever ate was, in fact, waffles.

     Either way, it was pretty much a normal breakfast for them. However, Jeff could sense the unevenness in the air and he could guess what it was about. Someone had to address the elephant in room.

Thankfully it wasn't him.

"Where's Ken?" Clockwork asked. "I haven't seen him since yesterday."

The room almost seemed to drop a degree or two. E.J. almost on point got tense.  To anyone else, it wouldn't have been noticeable. Jeff however, he caught it. The man in the blue mask knew something.

     The mention of the white haired male seemed an odd thing. Arriving less then 24 hours ago, the boy was something of a touchy subject. No one had ever made an entrance the way he did when coming to Slendermans mansion.

      Ken Kaneki was a total enigma.

     "Why does it matter?" Jeff grumbled.

     "Why does it matter to you?" Jane jumped in.

     Clockwork, sensing an argument coming on, intervened. "I just think that since he's one of us now,  he should be allowed to share a meal with us."

     "Of course he's allowed," Slenderman turned his head towards the living room window just a smidge. "Maybe he just need some air."

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     Even after the early meal had been over, Kaneki was still gone. Everyone had eaten their meal in silence. Save for the near nonexistent, yet quiet chatter amongst themselves. Each being had gone their separate ways and the subject of Kaneki had disappeared entirely.

     The dishes from the table had all been removed and brought to the kitchen by Slenderman. They would be taken care of later- it was Jeff's day to clean and put away the dishes. For now, however, he went to the living room and slumped onto the couch. Enjoying the quiet time before BEN and Toby once again made their way down.

     Although Jeff did enjoy some peaceful time to himself, that didn't mean he wanted to sit in absolute silence. So... Jeff stretched out his arm to grasp at the television remote... when something out the window near his seat caught his eye.

     A flash of white hair.

     Upon closer inspection, Jeff watched the figure he made out to be Kaneki. He was kneeling on the plush green grass, in a puddle of his own bloody vomit, grabbing at his head. The boy in the white sweater observed as a the other boy, back hunched unnaturally, proceeded to yank and tug at his hair until strands fell from his scalp.

     Jeff saw the faint movement of Kaneki pale lips. So he shifted himself closer to the window- careful not to be seen by Kaneki if he were to look- and popped the window pane open.

     Just enough that he could possibly hear what was being said.

     And he did to an extent.

     From a very small voice he heard, "やめろ."

     And again from that voice...

     "やめろ." Just a little louder.

A bit louder, "ごめんなさい."

     And then even louder. From almost a whisper to a cry, he could hear, "やめろお願いします!"

     And despite the fact Jeff could not possibly understand the words them selves, he could easily breakdown the tone to something of a plead. A desperate, hopeless, despair filled cry from the boy.

     Perhaps Jeff should've felt bad for the kid. Maybe he should've felt some sort of compassion or sympathy for him. But that just wasn't who he was.

     To Jeff... that sorrowful shout only made him think...

     Weak.

     To Jeff, in that moment, Kaneki just seemed so utterly weak.

     And weakness meant trouble.

     And that trouble meant that Kaneki was not to be trusted.

     That weakness meant a secret.

     Kaneki was hiding something. Something big. And one way or another... Jeff was gonna find out.