Can I help?

Chapter 8

A few days later....

Hide's P.O.V.

Kaneki got his meds and is doing better from what I know now. We even decided to go on another date. It was going to be a dinner date at my apartment. So, I cleaned stuff up because I leave messes behind, and don't clean them for awhile. I had to put on a button up shirt and tan pants. I had put a roast in the oven for dinner.

I was doing some last minute cleaning when there was a knock at the door. I stopped and went to open the door to reveal Kaneki. He was wearing a blue button up shirt with white dots, black pants, and a black jacket.

"Hey!" I said in a cheerful voice before hugging him.

"Hey..." He said as he hugged back.

"Come on in." I said before letting him go and moving out of the way so he could get in. He stepped in before taking off his black shoes and putting them next to the door, and next to my brown ones. He did close the door behind him.

"Your apartment looks nice." He said.

"Thanks."

"It's a bit bigger then mine."

"Yeah, I know. I got dinner in the oven, we can chat while we wait."

"Alright." We sat on the couch I had. We talked for awhile before I had to use the bathroom. When I came back, he was standing in front of a dresser in the living room I used for storage. He was holding a picture frame and staring at the picture inside. I walked to him before pretty much scaring him half to death because he didn't know I was there. He jumped and head the frame against his chest out of incident.

"Good lord, Hide! You almost gave me a heart attack!" He said. His heart was probably racing from that.

"Sorry. What picture were you looking at?"

"Uh, this one." He said before showing me the picture. It was of me and my dads when I was ten. I forgot what the story was behind it though, but I knew it was happy. "Your fathers?" Kaneki said after a couple minutes of me looking at it.

"Yeah, my adoptive fathers."

"What happened to your biological parents?"

"My mom left me and my dad when I was six. I don't know why, I could guess it was because of divorce. The only memory I have of her is her walking out the door, and not looking back. My dad sitting at the kitchen table not making a move to stop her. And I didn't either, I didn't know what was going on. My dad got in a car accident two years later, and didn't make it. So, I was put though the adoption system because I didn't have any other family to take me in, and I got adopted a few months later. My now new dads didn't want a baby because there was already so many being adopted. With the older kids not getting a home because they weren't a baby. They saw me and thought I was the one for them. Even though I didn't know them for very long yet, I still clinged to them like if they were my actual parents. Then I guess the rest is history."

"I guess they're very nice."

"Yeah, they are. You would probably like to meet them. What about your parents though?"

"I didn't know my dad like you don't know your mom. I only remember his furule. But he left behind a mini library of books in the apartment me and my mom lived in. I felt like when I read the books, I got to know him. So, I became a really good reader and writer. My mom, however, became abusive after my dad died. She would smack me a lot if I did something wrong or asked for a new book to read. We were tight of money, but I wasn't like I was begging for one. Just asking. But my aunt got tight money too. And asked my mom for help. She did help by getting two jobs to take care of me and her and help my aunt. She worked so hard, she literally worked herself to death. I came home to her laying her head on the coffee table white flowers she would put together for flower shops or something on the table as well. I thought she was asleep until I realized she wasn't breathing. I called 911 and things went from there."