SUMMARY

When a man walked into the cafe smelling of neither human or ghoul and acting like he owned the place Touka knew he was going to test her patience but she never expected him to start living in the huge apartment above her or to start working with her either. Now they see each other every day and Touka's starting to like it. But there is more to him than meets the eyes like Why is his hair white Why is he so protective over a bag? and Why does he wear an eyepatch? Kaneki is a NATURAL BORN half ghoul. AU.

Notes at the bottom.

Blood Shot Chp. 1

Blood Shot

"The Chinese red headed centipede. They make up the class of the largest centipedes in Japan. The big ones can be over 20cm long. Let's try putting this guy in your ear, shall we?"

"N-no… Please, please… I don't want that. I-I don't. Please… Please… Stop… Stop, please… I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry… Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhh! I'm sor-Ahhhhhhhhhh!…"

"Oh, come on. Why are you being such a baby? I mean it's not like something like this can hurt,right?. It can't hurt an abomination like you, can it?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

'I could hear someone laughing far off in the distance. It was me. I wonder how pleasant it would be if I just went mad like this.'

~Kaneki Ken, Tokyo Ghoul

A bell chimed as the door of a little coffee shop in the 20th ward opened. It was empty aside from a stunningly beautiful purple haired girl who turned around ready to greet the customer. She looked to be around eighteen with short, deep purple hair, cut into a bob and styled with bangs reaching just past her chin, covering the right side of her face. Her eyes matched the shade of her hair and she was dressed in the standard waitress uniform: a white collared shirt that was rolled up to her elbows, a black vest placed neatly over the top and a red tie. She wore a black pencil skirt reaching her lower thighs with a brown skirt that almost reached half way down the black skirt over the top. To finish it off she wore dark maroon stockings and black ankle boots.

"Welcome to Anteiku" She greeted with a smile.

A man about twenty years old walked in. He held a very monochromic appearance wearing a white long sleeved, collard dress shirt that was loosely tucked in a pair of black dress pants, held up by a black leather belt. Over the top was an open black vest showing a black tie that hang loosely from his neck. He wore black leather shoes and seemed to be rather muscular. The most peculiar part of his appearance however, was his stark white hair and black leather eyepatch across his left eye.

The man gave the waitress a polite but detected smile before moving towards a door sporting a sign reading 'staff only', tugging along a black suitcase and messenger bag with him. Though as he started opening the door he was stopped by the young waitress who although had a slightly troubled smile on and spoke in a polite tone of voice held annoyance and suspicion in her beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry sir," She interrupted, "however only employees are able to go through this door. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Yes, you can move aside," the man replied in a strong yet somewhat sorrowful voice.

Before she could do so much as open her mouth, the door opened by its self, revealing two other workers. One male and the other female both of them appeared to be about 28.

The male has brown hair styled in a pompadour and bulbous nose. He wore a similar outfit to the young girl except it was the male alternative. Black dress pants and a grey vest were worn instead of the black vest and black and brown skirts. The only real difference was the red neck tie was replaced by a horrendous bow tie coloured yellow with red and blue polka-dots.

The female had straight, long, dark hair with two shorter locks parted in the front. She wore the same uniform as the younger woman.

"Kaneki!" the woman suddenly gasped.

The next thing they knew the white-haired man-presumably called Kaneki-was enveloped in a bone crushing hug from the woman.

"Your back! Your alive! Oh, I'm so glad" she continued.

"Um Irimi" the younger waitress injected uncertainly. She had never seen the woman act so… uncomposed.

"Oh, Touka. Could you switch the sign please? We're closing early today." Irimi asked as she finally pulled away from the boy.

"You don't…" kaneki began before being immediately cut off by the older man.

"Yes, we do. Your one of us and we haven't seen you in years."

"Koma's right kaneki. None of us have seen you for 3 years. We need to catch up. Besides, Yomo and the manager will be so happy to see you." Irimi agreed.

Sighing in defeat kaneki nodded with a slight ghost of a smile.

Irimi lead the way upstairs with the two men trailing behind. Koma took the black suitcase off kaneki but left carrying the messenger bag to him knowing the boy could get rather aggressive if someone touched it on one of his bad days.

Touka flipped the sign on the door to 'Closed' and started to clean up. As she was wiping down tables she began to think about the mysterious boy who just randomly turned up.

'He was so rude. That asshole! Telling me to move aside when I was just doing my job!'

"Kaneki, wasn't it?" she murmured aloud. "Hmm, he must be a human. He didn't smell anything like a ghoul."

"But then again, he doesn't really smell anything like any human I've met. Hmm, and Koma did say he was 'one of us'."

She quickly finished up, turned off the lights and headed upstairs to join the others. In the staff room, she met with quite a strange sight. The manager of Anteiku-a wise old ghoul named Yoshimura-was tightly hugging Kaneki with the widest grin she had ever seen on his usually stoic face. Her uncle-Yomo-a normally quiet and reserved person was fretting over the boy asking questions of 'Are you alright?' and 'Are you hurt in anyway?' and repeating statements like 'Your alive! Thank goodness' and 'Your Back!'. Honestly, Touka didn't think she had been so confused her entire life.

"Have you met Touka yet, Ken?" Touka was brought out of her state of confusion by her uncle.

"Not formally" Kaneki replied pulling out of the hug and walking over to her. Holding out his hand he introduced himself.

"I'm Kaneki Ken."

"Touka" she stated simply grasping his hand. Kaneki raised his eyebrows slightly and gave her a look.

"Kirishima Touka" she finished as she let go off his hand.

"Well, it's a pleaser to formally meet you Ms Kirishima Touka."

"Touka's fine," she said rather coldly before walking over to the table were coffee could be made.

As she sat down Kaneki picked up his coffee cup-she assumed that Koma or Irimi made it when he was getting squashed-and withdrew a small bag of what appeared to be human sugar from his pocket, took a cube out and put it in his cup.

'So, he must be a human. Otherwise why would he bother poisoning himself by drinking that sand paper tasting cr**.'

Looking closer to his cup she saw that the liquid inside wasn't the usual black she drank but a creamy brown. He must have added milk.

'Definitely human then.' She thought as she watched him contently drink the putrid mixer.

Hi everybody!

Firstly I would like to thank everybody who read this chapter! It really means a lot to me!

I've had this idea in my head since i first started to read Tokyo Ghoul way back in 2012, I never wrote it down though I'm afraid I'm not a very self confident person- especially with writing. I have a learning difficulty that prevents me form being able to spell properly(so i apologies for any misspelled word or incorrect grammar/punctuation). I don't know why I finally decided to write it down nor do I know why I decided to make a fanfiction account when I wasn't planing to show anyone this but either way I'm so thankful that you all chose to read this chapter. I'll be updating soon so don't worry!

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