Chapter 1

Morning Coffee

No... Stop... Don't...!

'Stop it...'

Give me more... GIVE ME MORE, KAAAANEKI KEEEEN~!

'You fucking monster...'

NO- AAAAARRGGHH!

"...neki..."

'Who...'

"..Kaneki, wake up..."

'Rize...?'

"Wake up!"

His tightly shut eyes opened up in panic, revealing two different colors of his irises. One grey on the right, and one red on the left. They were nervously looking straight to the ceiling. His mind was still half-blank, and his body was paralyzed because of the aftershock.

His face was filled with cold sweat. His bare chest was going up and down. The nervous man gulped down and slowly glanced towards the one who saved him from the nightmare.

"Rize..." his deep, husky, tired voiced made the woman who woke him up smiled.

His eyes softened when he saw her. The eye who once red now turned to match its pair. She was only wearing an oversized white shirt and underwear, revealing her long smooth fair legs. Her long violet straight hair was unraveled and a little bit messy, but it didn't make her any less beautiful. The young woman smiled at him and bent down.

"Good morning. Did you have a bad dream again?" asked Rize. Her voice was soothing in his ears. He already felt secured just by hearing her talk.

"Yeah...," he muttered. His black nailed thumb caressed her cheek, "thank you for waking me up." he said as he smiled softly.

Rize squeezed Kaneki's caressing cold hand and leaned her face closer towards him, "You're welcome." The violet haired woman kissed his soft lips for a brief moment, just to let him know that someone still loved him and would never leave his side.

Kaneki closed his eyes, feeling the relaxing sensation. He soon opened them after their lips were apart.

"Come on, your morning coffee will get cold." Rize invited. She stood up and walked away to the kitchen counter.

Kaneki slowly sat up with a groan. His rough hand ruffled his white hair, making it messier. He glanced towards the large window behind his back, where the southern part of the landscape of Tokyo was shown. The sunlight was very bright that he wondered, why on earth he didn't manage to wake up. But Kaneki didn't keep that thought and just let it slide.

The white haired young man got up from his king sized bed only with his short pants. He dragged his black nailed feet towards the counter, where his lover had already waited with his share of black coffee.

She was sitting on the high red leathered stool. Kaneki approached her, his 178 cm tall body looming over. He put his arms around her slender waist, hugging her from the back. He snuggled his head on the crook of her neck, smelling the sweet scent coming from her fair skin.

Rize only chuckled. She touched the strong arm that was hugging her softly.

"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly.

Kaneki shook his head. His messy white hair was brushing against her cheek.

"Nothing." He cooed. His lips grazing against his lover's skin. He placed some butterfly kisses on top of her neck, making Rize moan a little bit.

"It seems like you really like to wear my shirt every morning after we did it." He teased as he rested his chin on top of the wearer's shoulder.

Rize didn't feel shy at all even though she remembered all too well about what they did last night, "Well, I find it comforting. It smells like you," Rize shifted her gaze to her lover, "Why? You don't like it? You're feeling cold?" She asked back nonchalantly.

"Haha, no at all. I like it when I see you wearing my shirt. I don't mind getting cold for that. Besides," Kaneki pecked Rize's cheek and smiled, "I know you like what you see." Kaneki teased jokingly as he released Rize from his embrace. He walked to the other side of the counter and sat in front of Rize.

"What kind of woman that doesn't like your kind of body? You definitely know I know I like what I see, darling." She admitted as she sipped her coffee. Sometimes Kaneki was taken aback by her boldness.

"I'm flattered to hear that." Kaneki then laughed deeply. Even his lover's boldness was something that he liked. He thought of it as something they called 'bravery'.

He took the black cup and sipped the warm coffee, his mind was immediately refreshed. It seemed like the coffee had really woken him up from his tension that was caused by the nightmare.

Having finished half of his coffee, he put his cup back on the saucer. He took a glance onto the wide window, staring at the skyscrapers of Tokyo. From his penthouse on the 50th floor, it was a great spot for a grand view.

After a minute of staring, Kaneki descended from his stool, feeling the need to change after being topless for a while.

"I'm going to the bathroom." The young 23 years old young man said simply to Rize. She didn't reply back but rested her chin on top of her palm. Her eyes followed him walking away until she saw his broad back. Her attention was focused on the red centipede tattoo with number '0' that was drawn on his upper left side. Rize automatically thought about her own that was located on her right waist. She was keeping her gaze on him until Kaneki disappeared to the left corridor. A click sound was heard soon after.

Feeling a little bit bored, she looked at the digital clock that was attached on the fridge.

"7:57... That idiot's still not coming yet, tch."

Rize tapped her finger several times on the concrete counter, making her own beat. She hummed slowly, remembering a classic jazz song that was played last night. The humming woman heard the sound of running water. She imagined her dear one might be washing his face and brushing his teeth.

Suddenly, the bell was ringing.

"About time..." Rize muttered lazily. Her tone sounded like she wasn't very interested.

The young woman descended from her seat and fixed her hair. She went to the same direction where Kaneki was gone because the front door was located near the bathroom, right at the end of the corridor.

All of a sudden, the ebony door on her left was opened, revealing Kaneki with wet messy hair and small towel on his shoulder. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt.

"I'll open it. Must be him." He said as he dried up his face with the towel. Rize only sighed and waved her hand. Didn't feel the mood to see the expected guest, she walked away to the living room.

His black nailed hand rotated the door's knob. A short digital tune was played as the door opened. Beyond the door, a big built man with pale yellow spiky hair swept back was standing tall and looking down on him.

"Was your morning sex fun?" He greeted with a wide grin.

"Well, good morning to you too, Yamori." Kaneki replied, "We did not do any morning sex." He added.

"Too bad... I was delaying my arrival for that purpose, heh." Chuckled the big man.

"Whatever. Get in." Yamori then came in with both of his hands stuffed inside his black pants' pockets.

Yamori went to the living room, followed by Kaneki. There were black and white sofas with a rectangular glass coffee table in front of it, and red flokati rug as the base. The living room was in the middle of the kitchen and the bed. All of them were in a single area surrounded by the big windows.

Yamori then saw an all so familiar woman sitting on the white sofa, reading a magazine.

"How was your night, woman?" He asked as he grinned widely again.

Rize lifted up her face, she was wearing a red framed glasses. Behind the frame, her violet eyes gave Yamori the most annoyed glare, "It's so amazing that even your twisted pleasure can't compare with it." She taunted with a smirk.

Yamori only gave her a loud laugh. He took a seat on the black sofa and stretched his arms on top of the back pillow.

"I don't need any romance nor sex. Torturing people is already enough to satisfy my needs. There's nothing more pleasurable and fun compared to it." Said the big man as he cracked a finger. It's a part of his habit. "Why don't you try, woman? It's seriously fun."

Rather than interest, Rize gave Yamori a displeased expression. She actually didn't like him at all. She couldn't fully trust the guy, even after these 4 years.

"I don't have enough patience to torture. I would just eat them right away." Rize retorted as she closed the magazine, "So you better stop talking about that before I shut you up. Kaneki had the nightmare."

"Again? He really needs to accept it already."

Before Rize could yell, she heard footsteps coming from her right, "It's alright, Rize. I'm not that sensitive..."

Kaneki came with a cup of espresso for Yamori and he put it on the coffee table, "Also, I plan to accept it as a part of my past, not something that's supposedly happened in my life." Added Kaneki in monotone. Yamori only smirked and nodded. He didn't care much, but he found it amusing.

"Suit yourself." Yamori leaned forwards and brought the cup to his face, inhaling the familiar aroma, "Mm... Espresso. Just what I need. Thanks, leader." Said the guest and he sipped his share.

Kaneki sat beside of Rize and stretched his right arm over the back pillow. Rize saw the invitation so she snuggled her head onto Kaneki's shoulder and her hair was brushing against Kaneki's neck. She crossed her arms, also ready to take a part of the meeting.

"So well, here's my decision..." The young man started.

A/N:

What's up guys. It's Takuro and her new TG fanfic. For those of you who's wondering, Mukade means centipede.

I'm so excited to write this and it's not going to be a one shot so wish me luck again! I feel like I'm improving here than before, so tell me what you think. Which writing is better? This one or Two Different Worlds?

My only ship in TG is KaneRize because I seriously like Rize's personality even though Touka is my type. But it's just that she's a tsundere so I can't really click with that pairing.

This story is totally not canon. It's an AU where Kaneki is 23 years old, Rize's lover, Yamori's friend, and the three of them are rich. Want to know why? Follow the story!

Oh yeah and lastly...

I fucking hate Ishida. I hate him. Fuck that ending. Both anime and manga. That guy is just way too cruel towards his readers. I hope Kaneki's still alive... not becoming a quinque for Arima. (I hate that four eyes as well) The anime's 2nd season was supposed to be on January 2015 but it was delisted *sigh*

I dont know about the manga. I hope Ishida will make sequel since he gave us hints and everything on the last chapter... and fucking explain everything.

Disclaimer: TG is belonged to that guy I just mentioned. If it was mine, I wouldn't make Kaneki's fate to be THAT tragic.