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Death Of A Ghoul

Death Of A Ghoul

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After the best date that Touka and Kankei had, Kankei finally wanted to make a move on Touka. TOUKA'S POV "That was great Kaneki. Let's do it again sometime." "Yea. We will." Kankei was standing there in front of me blushing. He's so cute that I blushed slightly as well. Kankei walked towards me, and got closer, and closer. He pressed his lips on mine and kissed me. I was blushing furiously and had my eyes wide open, because of the suddenness to our first kiss. My first kiss. Kaneki saw that I was blushing and smiled. "First kiss Touka?" He teased. "Wasn't it yours too?" "Yea." We both had red faces as we stared at each other. I smiled. "I love you Kaneki-kun." "I love you too Touka." As I heard those words, I smiled and kissed his cheek. Kaneki smiled. But his smile faded, as a blade punctured his chest, and he coughed up blood. "KANEKI!" "T-Touka.." The blade retraced from his chest, and he fell onto my shoulder, and his blood was staining my chest. "I'm sorry.." Kankei spoke.
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The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person. -- Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams. (Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)

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