His Lost Sister

Light

Kaneki's POV

My eyes remained on his only, soft yet welcoming. Yes I've approached this man before but this time it felt like eternity not just some small talk.

I had the urges to cry.

To shout out my pain.

To speak with this old man once more.

To feel what human is left in me.

It's all these feelings, these emotions, these concerns that get in my way. If I have these feelings I won't be able to save my friends. If I even cry a drop, it's their blood that's shed. Just "what if's" is the only time I can feel human.

"Kaneki-"

"No........no."

My eyes adjusted to the sight. A well ironed suit for this man, along with the simple yet polished shoes along with a smile on his face. Trees stood behind him and the city lights provided some lighting.

What a scene.

"Why won't you go see your sister?" He spoke with concern and a hint of worry. Old yet young with his words.

"I-I don't even know for myself." I spoke softly but my throat started to slowly get dry. "I can't." I spoke once more.

"Or you don't...."

A hard swallow was what I took. Was it nervousness? Maybe fear? Something attacked me that made me feel worse.

A lump formed in my throat as I started to wish for water.

Huh, water. When was the last time I wished for that? When was the last time I craved something that wasn't human related. I have changed.

"No, I really wish to see her but then the nurses and doctors came early and I had no time. I-I...."

"You ran out of time." He looked at the direction of the street lights and focused on the lighting. My eyes rested for a while as I sat down and stared at the same light.

"Do you know what to do when a lightbulb is no longer functional?"

I sunk in with the bench and stared at the light.

"You fix the lightbulb." I replied.

"Correct. You fix the lightbulb." Mr. Yoshimura sat down next to me while his eyes remained in the light.

"Do you also know the reason for a light?" He asked once more.

"There's many reasons." Yet I don't know many of those reasons myself. Just the simplest things.

"A light is a guide for the people. A guide that allows the people to know where they're going, who they see, and what they witness. A light protects people from the darkness, allows more awareness, and provides security for themselves. A light is what gives comfort and calm once they see it from miles of walking in the dark facing their fears and worries. When that light disappears, they make the fixes or changes instead of waiting for someone to do it for them."

A light, it's more than I believed and saw. What is my light? My friends? My remaining family member? My dreams and hopes?

"That is what a light does."

Do I even have a light? Or has that been shattered into pieces no longer available to me?

Many questions began to run through my mind. All unanswered and waiting to be heard.

My eyes rested for a few moments.

Hmm, darkness is all I see. Darkness is all I ever see....

"Still hesitating to see your sister?"