Home. It felt like something far out of her reach.

Every home she loved, was a mirage, it disappeared when she got too close.

The same goes with the people she loved.

Her mother: She doesn't remember her face, she doesn't even have a photo. She disappeared from her little world, but she still remembers warmth, happiness and small things which defines 'mom'.

Her father: She remembers his face as clear as day. She tries not to forget him. She imprints his picture into her heart. Dark blue hair, equally blue eyes and a smile that brightened up her world. This is what she remembers about him. She remembers him for his smiles and happiness. She remembers him for his love.

Her brother: She can never forget his face. She never will until the day she dies, but that day might be today. She remembered his smile, his tantrums, his frowns, his distaste towards humans and his hate towards her.

She will remember Ayato Kirishima as her brother/murderer.

She was not prepared.

"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGH" . She let out a scream almost animal- like, then again, she was a monstrosity, an animal made to kill. This was the circle of life doing it's job. The weak die, the strong triumph. Simple rules of the world.

She didn't want to die, but she accepted death.

Through her blurry vision, she saw blood splatter, saw the grey concrete of the floor, the blood splashed and formed circles and lines. The circles became blurs. Patterns which no one can understand formed, like those weird drawings she saw in museums.

She heard the noise of flesh being ripped apart, which she had already gotten used to. She heard bones break, she heard her own screams and somewhere in this mess of sounds, she heard a gulp, and another, and another and another AND ANOTHER, AND ANOTHER ANDANOTHER!.

SHE WANTED TO LIVE!

'No! No! NonononononoNO! i wanna go back! Anteiku! Yoriko! School! Kaneki! He needs help! i need to go save him! Someone! ANYONE!? PLEASE!...please'

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'Weak...I'm so weak'

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'Mama, papa...where are you? I want to see you...I want to play...I want to help him...Ayato...don't...

She saw Ayato, he was about five or four...that's the only Ayato she remembers...the rest is a mistake she made. She failed to protect him, so he sought to protect himself. She failed her dad, and her mom.

'Ayato ...just please-'

"d-d-don't leave me alone"

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"I won't"

It sounded like dad.

The noise stopped. A silence descended. Was this peace? Was this heaven? But she is bound to go to hell. She didn't care.

It still hurt. Her back still hurt, but she felt safer. Her eyes were heavy, but she still tried to pry them open.

She saw something. Black and white. Grey eyes? White hair and a smile. She closed her eyes. This person, it felt like he was lulling her to sleep. This person was not like her mother, soft and gentle, this person was kind of clumsy. This person did a terrible job at it.

She felt movement. She felt the ground again and finally decided to open her eyes. She tried to sit upright, leaning against whatever for support.

"Is that Kaneki?!"

'Nishiki? When did he come here?'

Touka looked towards where he pointed. She looked closely, she tried to observe him. He was fighting Ayato. This person was doing the same moves that she uses. It was the same style of fighting, but, there were many alterations too.

These techniques were taught to her by Yomo, but this person was clearly not Yomo. She looked closer and realized, it was Kaneki.

"Yeah" she replied way too late.

Nishiki stared at Kaneki in awe and she couldn't blame him. How did he get this strong? When did he do this?

Nishiki took out a mask and flung it towards Kaneki.

"Wear it! You fight better with it!" said Nishiki. Kaneki put it on.

Perfect.

He looked like one of those scary guys who scream trouble in scary movies. His look made no sense. White hair, black nails and an eye- patch mask with jaws and teeth. What was he supposed to be? A monster? He looked like one of those villains from horror books which he loved to read.

Why do authors, mangakas, directors and brats like monsters? Why are they so keen on creating something that destroys them?

No...Why are people so interested in breaking down people and making them something they are not?

Humanity, Ghouls, all of them are twisted.

She watched and remembered his smile. His smile was innocent and child- like. She was attached to him because of his kindness. He was weird honestly speaking.

He always trips and is clumsy, but what she is seeing now is fast and agile. He seemed like he was skating on the floor. His movements were swift, but, too many useless and wasted punches.

He wasn't acting on whim, he was calculating, analyzing. What move next? Where to block? Move away? Move closer? The only thing Ken had at that moment were half-practiced moves, raw power of Rize's kagune which he just flailed around and his brains. He was doing well, better than her anyways. He held his own against Ayato.

She made another mistake. She believed she was safe. She thought that there won't be any need for combat or fights and she grew to depend more on Anteiku. She was safe, but it was not guaranteed that those who were around her were.

What was she thinking? Going to school and interacting with humans made her believe she was one of them, but the undeniable truth is that she isn't. Humans didn't have to watch their back when they were alone, they didn't have to hunt, they didn't have to live in the fear that either themselves or their family was going to be killed any second, they didn't have to be afraid of grey coats and large suitcases, but she was.

Pathetic really. It was funny. Why are Kaneki and Ayato even fighting? Does Kaneki or Ayato even know? Is Kaneki fighting for her? They were acting like idiots(and they are). She was tired of this.

Touka watched in silence. Her past mistakes were what resulted in this. If she were a better sister, she could have stopped Ayato from going to Aogiri. If she were a better friend, she could have saved Kaneki.

The savior being saved...it's twisted logic.

Yo! i re- read this chapter and gagged at the amount of errors. I had to make changes. I was disgusted. Hopefully, this is better than before.

Also, this is just a prompt I had in my head. I will not promise you guys good writing, because I'm no good when it comes to writing, but, I had to to do this because I wanted to find out who likes the idea of Touka going with Ken on his(pointless) mission.

Hope you enjoy this story!