He sat there holding his head in his hands, tears silently streaming down his face. His form was that of a broken man, or a ghoul rather. But who wouldn't be broken after doing what he had to do to the only person he'd ever loved and in turn loved him back? Their love was strange, certainly not what one could call natural, but who had the right? Not humans, not ghouls, no one. The love between the ghoul: Kuzen and the human: Ukina, was not only strange, but their was an unspoken boundry that had been crossed by both, and now one had paid for it, the human, with her life. Not only that, but the means was far worse than the ends, because the ghoul had been forced to do it. Now only he and his daughter, the product of love between the two races which bared seering hatred towards one another, remained.

As if on cue, the hybrid baby began to wake. She never cried, no, only gawked at the world around her, as if she was mesmerized by it all, even though there was absolutely nothing mesmerizing about it. The world held only violence and intolerance... the way Kuzen saw it he had only two options: Go with the world and hate, or walk his own path and love. Anyone who knew him before Ukina would be sure he would direct hatred towards the world, but the Kuzen who emerged after being encompassed by Ukinas love would choose peace.

The ghoul stood up, drying his watery eyes, and walked over to the small wooden crib that held the baby. He peered over into the crib and and looked upon the smiling face of the young baby girl who lay in the spot, unassumingly marveling at the world around her. Kuzen felt his lips curl into a small smile as he gazed upon his and Ukinas creation. His mood began to lift slightly, granting him freedom from his somber, depressing thoughts.

The baby began out stretching her stubby arms to her father, trying to grab at him, or motion him to come closer, either or. Kuzen complied outsretching his hand to the baby, allowing her to grasp it. She was so full of life and so innocent, Kuzen noticed. From the time of her birth to now, she'd always been like this.

The baby took his pointer finger and stuck it into her mouth as she began gently suckling on it, showing her affection for the man who'd been with her her entire life. Kuzen wouldn't dare let that innocence be taken away.

Eto sat in the booth of the coffe shop she'd decided to occupy for the day, laptop open in front of her and the cursor blinking, waiting for its operator to type in the words necessary to continue her story. Though there was something wrong today... Eto was experiencing something she wasn't accustomed to, as she rarley felt it. Her brain wouldn't push the story on in her mind, anything she happen to conjure up seemed stupid and quite bland. It wasn't like her, considering the title she published when she was still in puberty: 'Dear Kafka'. Renowned for its suspenseful nature and ability to draw the reader in, it sent her from street bum to rich girl. So no, she was not accustomed to this feeling. She was not accustomed to writers block.

Eto sighed and leaned back in her seat, today was going to be annoying for her... Any day without writing seemed so boring to her... Writing was the only way she could express her creativity, well there was also dawning, but she wasn't particularly good at that. Actually she was horrendous, it was awful chicken scratch at best...

She repositioned herself and lead forward once more, placing her head in her hand and frowning, blowing a strand of light green hair out of her face. The same blank screen stared back at her mocking her with its wordless features. Eto, in a fit of childish rage, stuck her tongue out at the screen as if it were alive and could be offended by such an action.

"Eto?" A voice asked quizically, distracting her from her stare down with her laptop. It was her father, the manager of the coffe shop she was attending, she enjoyed her fathers company greatly, he was so kind and loving, she'd no idea what she would do without him. "Is something the matter?" He asked a slight concern in his voice. Even if he is a bit nosy... She added.

"I can't think of anything to add!" She complained as her father listened, eyes on her as he polished cups. "I'm not used to writers block and I hoped to fill the day with writing and at least get another chapter done." She frowned and whimpered slightly provoking a smile from her father. "Now I'll have to find something else to do..." She moaned in annoyance as she closed her laptop and set in her messenger bag.

Kuzen, no, Yoshimura was happy his daughter had such a well-rounded hobby, even though her stories were a bit dark, and even more happy she made money off of it, it made him proud. She more than once offered to buy him a bigger store, one with more... 'Pizaz' as Eto would word it, but he declined each time. For one: it was her money and two: Ukina liked small simple places.

"I guess I could read..." She suggested as she pulled out a small black book with white lettering. "I would love to finish this story by the end of the week, it's really captivating..." She mused to herself, and to her father if he was still listening, as she found her place. Though, as she did the chiming of the door opening brought her eyes from her book and up to the entrance, where she saw a two young college students walk in, though one could tell a lot from how a certain person enters a room.

The first boy walked in, keeping his arms to his sides and his head tilted downward ever so slightly as if he were subconciously trying to hide himself from the world around him. His friend, or she guessed that's what he was considering how close they were walking, came in loudly. Well, in a physical sense, he kept his chest out, a big smile graced his face and his headphones, big and red, were blasting music so loud she was certain he would be deaf by the end of the year. Her eyes lingered on the first boy, for whatever reason, and followed him as he took a seat near the window of the shop and looked outside, most likely admiring the scenery. It was a bright and sunny day out. Though Eto's most inspirational work came when they sky was covered in a blanket of gray fog.

He was strange, no that wasn't quite the right word, unique. Yes that was it! Eto could tell behind that innocent exterior lay a complicated and fascinating piece of exsistance. Eto bit her thumbnail subconciously as she watched him. To the more casual onlooker he would appear a normal boy, but Eto was a writer, and she knew better.

There was something about him, something that would take a carefully deductive person to reveal. As she looked onto the boy trying to figure out just what was hidden in his eyes. A persons eye's could tell a lot about them and the boy she was looking at eyes must tell of a tragedy. The way he stared outside revealed a slight sense of hurt,from what she could deduce, something that he was trying hard to hide whether he knew it or not.

Kaneki sat there staring out the window, watching the people go by enjoying their lives. People, he never thought anything of people, while most people have a tangible fear of ghouls and are cautious, Kaneki always had ghouls in the back of his mind, but he never really felt threatened by them. What sort of fulfillment could a ghoul have out of him? He was scrawny, weak and to be honest he was just plain mushy. Kaneki didn't know how ghouls liked their meat, but he figured they enjoy something with a bit more tenderness.

"HEY KANEKI! WAKE UP!" a certain energetic voice called to him, snapping him from his thoughts. His best friend, only friend rather, the man who brought him back from his daydreams, Nagachika Hideyoshi, was a colorful (figuratively and literally) boy who seemingly enjoyed embarrassing Kaneki on a daily basis, he would always speak loudly and had almost no sense of shame. He was, in fact, the exact opposite of Ken Kaneki.

Ken Kaneki was an introvert in just about every definition of the word. His only friend, besides hide, were books. They were the only moments his father left him after his death, the father he hardly knew. It was calming, the smell of the pages, the sound they made as he turned the pages he felt as if his father was there with him, even though he never knew the man.

"Sorry, Hide..." Ken trailed off as he stared at the dirty blonde. "I'm just a little tired..." And why wouldn't he be? Despite mostly confining himself to his apartment, paid for by his mothers sister, a woman he refused to acknowledge had any relation to him, he was often tired from staying up late reading books.

Hide frowned slightly and sighed, Kaneki was never a good liar, something was troubling him and he wasn't going to speak about it, best to pry the information out of him. "So, where's this cutie you've told me about? The one with the purple hair and the eyes to match along with a nice ra-"

"Hide!" He interrupted before the blonde had gone to far in his reciting of Kaneki's description aloud. No sense of shame... Kaneki thought as he watched Hide snicker at his embarrassment. In fact Kaneki would prefer him not talk about miss Rize at all, he had a particularly bad feeling about this date, that it would go horribly wrong. But, to be fair, this was his first date ever. He had the right to be a little nervous.

Hide then sighed, "Well, I have to go to the restroom, don't leave me while I'm gone." He waved as he walked to the back, right past a certain green haired woman. He noticed her earlier, when he walked in, eyeing them, particularly Kaneki, from across the shop with a certain investment in her eyes.

Eto watched as the boy's eyes followed his loud friend, all the way up to the point of the door shutting. He quickly pulled a book out of his backpack and flipped open to a bookmarked page, probably hoping his friend would take his time with his self relief. Eto's eyes drifted from the boy to the book he was reading, in fact she was quite familiar with the book. The Hanged Mans McGuffin, her latest release, and it was pretty successful, in fact she was certain there was something concerning it today? Perhaps today was the same day of the release of it? She decided to shake the feeling off, as it really didn't matter, she was far more interested in this Kaneki fellow.

Eto walked over to the booth he and his now preoccupied friend were using, her presence going completely unnoticed by the boy, entranced by her novel. It was quite flattering, that someone she'd deemed so interesting was so entranced by her work. There was something about the reader that drew her to him, suddenly the pain in his eyes was lifted, even if just a little, when he started his read. Eto wondered if all books did this or just hers... It didn't matter really, just something interesting.

Eto then slammed her hands roughly on the dark brown table, which caused a loud boom to emenate and made the boy jump in his seat. He wasn't the only one effected by it though, from the back of the shop, she heard a loud crash, and a few curse words come out of it in a failed attempt to be hushed. "Sorry, Touka!" She called back as she carefully seated herself across from Kaneki. Touka replied with a few mumbles which caused Eto to smile.

"M-may I help you ma'am?" The boy asked, still shaken by the sudden intrusion of her hands upon the table. Takatsuki grinned a little, she found his shyness kind of cute.

"Yes, actually!" She answered reaching into her back pocket for a notepad and her aprons breast pocket for a pen. "You see, I find your entire... Mannerism... fascinating." She said marveling at the boy, eyelids just above half open. "Definitely the making of a main character for a tragedy." She said, trying to make that sound as much of a compliment as she could. "Your name?" She asked, twirling the pen in her slender tiny fingers, almost to fast to be human.

"Ken Kaneki..." Kaneki said, mesmerized by the strange woman before him. His first impression of her was that she was beautiful. Her hair flowed intricately from her head, framing her face, which held a smile and a pair of green eyes. Her skin looked so soft and smooth. A part of Kaneki wanted to feel it.

"Ken Kaneki..." She muttered as she wrote on her notepad. All her attention drawn to the tiny yellow booklet.

"U-um miss-" Kaneki was hushed before he got to finish his sentence. The woman had outstretched her thin arm, which had a baggy, dark green sleeve wrapped around it, and placed a finger at Kaneki's mouth, forcing him to stop talking.

"Ladies first." She said, almost mockingly, as she retracted her finger. Kaneki flushed as she retracted it, wondering why she didn't let it linger for just a bit longer. It all felt so... relaxing. There was something about this woman that made his body relax when she spoke(Besides earlier, when she scared his hair white).

"Now," she began "Tell me, is there a reason you have such a sad look in your eye?"

Kaneki was taken aback, out of all the things she could have asked him she asked him that? It wasn't so much strange as it was uncalled for. Nobody, save for Hide, ever worried for his personal well-being, what was she getting at? The only words the college student could manage out were "I ummm..."

"Of course if you don't feel comfortable talking about it you don't have to." The strange woman said, letting him know he at least had an option, though with a hint of disappointment was evident in her voice. Whoever she was, she was generally interested in him.

"N-no, it-it's fine..." He said, regaining his composure, "I'ts only that; i don't really get questions like this often..."

He notice the girl frown slightly, not one of disappointment nor annoyance, but rather sympathy. "Isn't really noticed by others..." she muttered lowly as she scribbled away on her note pad. Even the motion of her hand whilst she wrote relaxed him, he fought the urge to release a tired sigh as she continued to press the pen to paper.

"Have you... lost any loved ones in the past? friends, pet, mother or father?" The way she spoke, Kaneki noted, sounded as if she spoke from experience. Though the more prominent thought in his mind was about his mother, whom he missed greatly. His mother would make him those delicious burgers whenever she had time to. she never complained about her job, nor did she ever lose her cool, even when her sister came, asking for money, which she would never pay back, from their already struggling family. She always had a happy smile on her features. The very same smile that this woman had...

"I lost my mother when I was a child... I never knew my father..." he revealed, almost reluctantly to his interviewer. Once again she took notes, careful not to repeat what was told to her, lest she upset him(If she hadn't already)

Eto looked back up, her face turning from interested to sympathetic. "Is there anything else?" she asked, not so much to write it down, but rather just to listen to his story, his life was one of such anguish that it made her... sad. Which was a contrast to her normally happy demeanor. Ken Kaneki huh? What a complex creature...

She watched her subject fidget slightly in his seat, he obviously didn't feel comfortable with what he was about to say, or not say. "Actually," she began "why don't we continue this some other time?" she suggested, putting the notepad back and once again twiddling the pen rapidly between her fingers. "Now it's your turn."

A confused expression came over Kanekis face. My turn? he wondered My turn for what? He asked once more, as a dumbstruck look formed on his face.

As if she were inside his head, the woman answered his mentally asked question "You... had some questions for me, did you not?" she asked, somewhat awkwardly.

Kaneki shook his confused, yet relaxed(Strange) head, snapping himself back into reality. "Oh, Y-yes!" he stuttered "Who are you?"

Eto threw back her head in a fit of laughter at her own stupidity, she was a forgetful person, so naturally she would forget to introduce herself. But as whom? she wondered. My Pen name: Takatsuki Sen or my given name: Eto? She paused trying to choose until finally" Why not both... eventually.

Eto smiled a devious smile. "Let me answer your question with another question." she ordered more so than offered. "What is that book you're reading there?"

Kaneki looked down. "O-oh, it's 'The Hanged Mans McGuffin' ." Kaneki replied, curiosity lingering in his voice.

"Mhmm..." Eto acknowledged, "And who, I ask, may be the author of this book?" she asked, a knowing smile spread across her face as she began tapping her fingers upon the hard cover.

"That would be, Sen Takatsuki..." he replied.

"Would it now? You know: I happen to know Sen Takatsuki..." she teased, placing her chin upon a bridge made of interlocking fingers all the while maintaining eye contact with Kaneki.

" R-really!?" the college student asked, excitement lacing his voice. "What's she like?" his attempt at unraveling the personality said author.

"Mmmm, Why would you care?" Eto teased further, intentionally trying to provoke him.

"S-she's my favorite author..." he replied, slightly embaressed. "She's so camera shy I've never even seen a photo of her, I'd at least like to know that much."

"Oh... Alright." The cryptic author replied, somewhat flattered that she was his so-called 'favorite author'. "Sen has a rather strange, borderline illogical personality... she does this weird thing with her writing utensils and has long... curley... green hair." she described herself, all the while a smug grin latched itself onto her face.

Immediately Kaneki caught on, his lips parted slightly in surprise as he was about to exclaim in joy of his new discovery. Or he would have, had he not been silenced once again by a single finger.

"Shhh, dont be so loud, Ken." she said as she smiled brightly, hoping it would brighten his day.

The physical touch of Sen Takatsuki's finger, coupled with the warm smile she gave Kaneki caused his cheeks to redden. He never would've guessed that she was this pretty, her strangeness didn't surprise him, now that he knew her true identity. After all she was the author of works such as the 'The Black Goats Egg'. But her beauty was a surprise, however a pleasant one. She didn't have the long straight hair, big behind, nor the largest breasts, but that's probably what made Ken see her as so beautiful, her beauty wasn't artificial, it was real, she didn't rely on cheap products nor the size of body parts to be attractive, but rather she just came as she was and didn't care one way or the other who thought what of her.

But the thing that drew him more to her had to be her ability to relax him, in fact that's why he found her writing so compelling. The way she described certain feelings, certain scenes, and certain ways of speaking sent shivers of pleasure down his spine which in turn caused him to focus on nothing other than her work. And once again he found himself melting at the feeling of her fingertips on his trembling mouth and once again regretting it as she pulled away almost slowly, as if she wanted to make him suffer.

"You said that I'm your favorite author?" She inquired, "Tell me... What do you like most about my books?" She asked, almost seductively, or rather that's the way it seemed to Kaneki.

"I- uh..." He said now visibly shaking in embarrassment, It must be a gift really..., he deduced, How does she know how to make me so uncomfortable?

Eto giggled at his visible shaking. "Awwww, how cute..." She commented, whimsely, "You have a little crush on Miss Takatsuki don't you?" She inquired, teasingly.

"N-no!" he stumbled, "I'm just kind of... star-struck..." He replied, trying his best to stop his voice from cracking.

"Mmhmm..." she replied, not convinced. So, to prove herself right she centered a finger at his chest poking onto it softly, but hard enough that he would feel it through the clothes. She then began trailing her finger, in a walking motion, up his chest. "I'm sure that's all..." She lingered on her last words, dragging them out until she reached the tip of his chin. A deep red enveloped his cheeks. A slight smile of victory emerged on her face as she pulled her hand back.

However, she decided that she'd tortured the boy enough and decided to reward him, for putting up with her games. "Now then," she began cheerfully, all sense of seduction leaving her voice, "how about I sigh that book you've got there?" She suggests happily.

Kaneki felt his heart leap, his favorite author, not only took the time to analyze him, but now offered to sigh his book? It was a book worms dream come true. "Y-yes please!" He replied eagerly, like a child getting candy, causing Takatsuki to giggle. She twirled the pin once more as she opened the book to the front page and gave her signature.

She always enjoyed the act. Giving a signature takes so little effort, but gives the recipient so much satisfaction, that's when it hit her. That thing concerning her book, was a book signing. How could she forget? Today she was scheduled for a book signing and she was... Eto quickly glanced at her wrist watch. 10 minutes late already! Oh no no no no!

"Ah! Ken, I'd really like to continue this conversation some other time!" She said, as she shufled through her bag, looking for a certain peice of plastic.

She certainly is strange... Kaneki thought as he watched her dig in her bag. He also noticed, despite her personality, how normal she was. Most people in her posisition wouldn't involve themselves with commoners like him, most celebrities wouldn't frantically dig through their bags in public. She was normal and it was beautiful.

Waking him from his admiration of here she handed him a piece of crumpled paper. "When you're ready, come by and see me, we'll continue this later..." She said as she quickly turned to walk out. Kaneki was awestruck as he stared at her and then down to the peice of paper... Did his favorite author just invite him over?

Eto stopped her quick stride when she saw Touka, a young high school girl, standing there watching her. She was giving Takatsuki a disapproving, yet amused look. "Was teasing the poor guy really necessary?" She asked

"Mmmm, no. But it was fun." She replied as she walked out of the coffee shop.

Touka shook her raven haired head and sighed, she would never understand Eto. The two were friends, but Eto was just so... Random: she was always happy, always writing, and always doing something weird. At the same time though it was a refreshing contrast to Touka's, admitly, bitchy mood. The waitress sighed as she walked over to the table, which seated only one of the college duo, with her own notepad out ready for their orders.

Though, before she could get there, the door chimed once more and in entered a purple haired woman with glasses. She wore a white, frilled, dress with a blue undershirt visible only from the arms. Slung over her shoulder was a black leather bag. And on her face a smile and Touka's heart sank. Rize had moved to the 20th ward over a month ago, Despite her reputation, she had been fairly docile, which the staff of Anteiku had been greatful for. Well, it was either that or she was causing havoc in other wards.

Still, even though Touka was only familiar with her from the month they've known each other she picked up by on some of her mannerisms. For example: she smiled cutely... when she was going to eat. And of course she wasn't going to eat the prepared food that Anteiku had in the back, which they would distribute evenly. No, Rize had said 'there's nothing quite like staring at your preys contorted face as you eat them alive.' The very way the worlds rolled dreamily out of her mouth when she said that made her shudder. Rize was the definition of a physcopath.

Upon his dates entry Kaneki stood up, his encounter with Sen Takatsuki forgotten momentarily. "Miss Rize!" he called out unnecessarily to her, considering they were the only one in the coffee shop really. He smiled as she waved back to him politely, a smile he would describe has friendly... but there was something more to it than that. Kaneki decided not to liner on it as it didn't really matter and more than likely was a product of his nervous mind.

At this same time, Hide emerged from his rather long bathroom break, just in time to see the purple haired woman's greeting to Kaneki. the blonde boy smiled to himself mentally congratulating Kaneki on his 'score', as Hide would name it. Proudly, like some sort of father, hide walked up to his best friend and draped a sleeved arm around his shoulders. "Ohhhhhh, Kaneki. good job!" He verbalized his congratulations as Kaneki shook over the impact of hide's body upon his own.

"Hide!" Kaneki replied, in embarrassment, upon noticing Rize's reaction of politely covering up her mouth and giggling behind it.

"Well, i wont keep ya' waitin'" the blonde said as he strolled away from the two, giving Rize a friendly hello wave on his way out.

Not much later Rize and Kaneki were in a sandwich shop, plates in front of them, both sandwiches barely touched, Rize's lack of eating was due to her diet, as she said, Kanekis was due to some awful feeling in his stomach. He felt strange now, almost nervous. The look that waitress gave him as he left with miss Rize. It was a look of sadness, not to see him go, but rather like she knew something terrible he didn't. Again, though, perhaps it was him being paranoid.

"Mr. Kaneki?" A voice shook him from his worriment. He looked up at Rize's purple eyes and felt some sort of relief, all day she'd been giving him kind looks and smiles, as she asked him personal questions. Though, he did find it strange that whenever he tried to ask her about herself she answered very cryptically and quickly changed the subject. Though she may just be shy, he decided as he stared at her.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, curious.

"Oh, N-nothing!" he lied "I'm just a bit of a day-dreamer that's all."

"Oh, my..." She giggled, in Kaneki to be relieved just a bit. She's very secretive, but she's also very kind... Kaneki decided.

It was late now, the date had lasted much longer than they expected. Kaneki, for once, was breaking out of his introvertive shell and talking freely and in front of a pretty girl! He felt like he could take on the world right now. The nervous feeling in his gut had left and he was enjoying himself. To be honest though, their date might have ended 30 minutes ago, had Rize tried to hint at her discomfort at walking home alone, especially with ghouls on the prowl. Luckily, Kaneki caught the hint and offered to take her home, what were the odds that they would be attacked ghouls, right?

So there they were, walking down in an empty, dark street, under a rail lift, just outside of a contruction sight, and Kaneki was walking her home. Suddenly, the purple-haired girl stopped in her tracks, putting a worried, curled finger to her lip and biting it slightly. Kaneki noticed the abrupt stop after taking a few steps of his own and not hearing an echo after his steps. Confused, he turned around.

"Rize? Is something wrong?" He inquired, slightly concerned.

"Ummm... mr. Kaneki..." She stumbled with her words, face tilted slightly downwards. "I had a fun time tonight..."

Kaneki smiled, Happy his date pleased her. "I did as well." He replied.

"Actually, I noticed you are staring at me in the coffee shop..." she inched closer, now pressing her body to his, "I just wanted to let you know I'm interested in you... as well..." She whispered, sensually in her ear, almost licking it as rolled off her tongue.

Kaneki felt his heart beat rapidly in his chest, like a cat stuck in a bag. His face flushed deep red, and a small, pleased smile formed on his mouth. Then, in a sharp contrast to the feeling of happiness, a sharp pain flashed through his body, emanating from the area where his shoulder meets his neck.

Kaneki opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out, he wanted to, but he couldn't, it was as if some unkown force was keeping him from exhaling. Rize pulled away, blood dripping from her lips, and glasses covered in the sticky substance. Rize is a ghoul!? Kaneki repeated his discovery in his mind as he fell back, his bag spilling books out, which in turn were covered in dark blood.

Kaneki looked from the gaping wound on his shoulder and up to Rize whom towered above him with blood red glowing eyes. Kaneki had never seen a ghoul before, he always felt them as something that didn't actually exist, like a bed time story for children, despite the news reports. No, actually he never imagined it would happen to him.

Rize staggered back, hair in her face and a crazed look in her now black and red eye. "I said i was interested in you Kaneki! Didn't I!?" She yelled as 4 red apendages erupted from her lower back.

Kaneki pushed himself off the ground as hard as he could, using a new found adrenaline to propell his stinging body, trying to run away from his natural predator. However, she had other plans. Kaneki felt a scales appendage wrap around his ankle and pull, causing him to fall flat on his face.

"Oh, Kaneki, I thought you liked me." She teased as she dragged him back and slammed him through a sheet metal wall.

Kaneki rolled on the dirt floor of the construction sight, his body was beyond his control as he tumbled, finally stoping as he hit a metal wall. His head was spinning, he could hardly feel his legs and arms and he dare not open one eye, lest he fell it fall out. This isn't happening, this isn't happening... THIS IS NOT HAPPENING! He frantically repeating it in his mind, hoping he'd awaken in his soft bed, or(somehow) reality would recreate itself. Neither was going to happen.

He watched in horror as Rize leapt through the dust kicked up by his entry through the wall, in the form of a predator stalking its helpless prey. He once again could not scream as he felt two thick tentacles pierce through his abdomen, lifting him up into the air and twisting around inside of him. This time his scream made it out, a sickening screech that sounded as inhuman as Rize, which only make her laugh in delight. "Oh don't tell me your dead Mr. Kaneki!" She said. "That's to bad... I really did like you." She co'os, unaware of the sound of snapping wire.

Kaneki felt his vision fade as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, the last thing he remembered, was dropping to the floor after hearing the sound of metal slamming on the ground.

I'm not the main character of a novel or anything...

I'm just a college student who likes to read...

But for the sake of it all...

If I were to be in such a position...

The novel would certainly be...

A Tragedy.

Yay! I was working on this for 5 days straight, along with my other story, "Offspring of a rabbit". And there are a few things I'd like to say as well

If you are one of the followers of aforementioned story, do not freight, I am currently in the middle of the next chapter. And this does not mean I've lost my passion for Touken, it remains my OTP. I simply wanted to see what i could do for... well lets see... how about KanEto! that has a nice ring to it! And I'm also crying as I type this after-chapter note (Which I put in almost all my updates, mind you) because the last episode of root a has me in tears... Please Review!