Title: “You are my Magic, You are my Light”
Summary: “It’s okay not to be motivated,” he
says quietly, his face still pointed at the ceiling. He seems far away, as
though thinking back to a different time. “Sometimes you just have to be
interested, and then slowly your motivation builds itself up.”
Beta’d by: Sky Veneziano
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul nor do I
own any of the characters. I don’t own Fairy Tail, either.
and Magical Possibilities”
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grins from ear to ear, his laugh loud in the quiet streets of Moirai, and
Kaneki finds himself smiling with him.
Hide knew jumping out the window wasn’t a good idea, but the rush
of free-falling was just so tempting that he couldn’t resist. The bottoms of
his feet hurt as they hit the ground, an audible smack ringing in his ears.
Pain shoots through his ankles, quickly climbing up the rest of his leg. He
clenches his teeth, keeping the smile on his face and laughing to keep from
focusing on the ache of his bones.
“Told you it’d be fine,” he chuckles, sprinting down the sidewalk
with Kaneki’s hand still in his. He looks back at Kaneki, and their eyes meet,
and then there’s a smile on his face, and Hide’s grin widens.
“Yeah,” Kaneki wheezes, nearly tripping over his own feet, “Y-yeah,
Hide’s smile fades from his face as he watches Kaneki’s panting
increase. He turns his head back to watch where they’re going, looking for a
place that would be empty at this hour. Kaneki’s aunt wasn’t dangerous, but her
husband wasn’t someone Hide wanted to fight.
Hide runs down the path they went down earlier, the trees overhead
providing shade and cooling down the area. Sunlight filters through the leaves,
causing patches of light to appear throughout the quiet neighborhood. There’s a
warm breeze that hits him, and the dry air causes his face to feel parched. He
squeezes Kaneki’s hand without thinking, both of their hands feeling slick and
clammy in the others.
The only noise is Kaneki’s wheezes and pants, and Hide knows he
should slow down, but he also knows that stopping would result in a battle, and
a battle would leave Kaneki worse off than running. Hide’s intuition tells him
to keep going, but with every quick glance back at Kaneki, Hide feels like
stopping to get the boy a drink of water.
By the time they’re at the
end of the street, Hide sees their escape. An empty building. It looks old and
dusty, and the windows and doors are closed up by crudely hammered wood. There’s
a window up on the second story that’s open, leading into a mass of darkness,
and Hide grins. Perfect.
“Kaneki,” he calls back, not taking his gaze off of the hole, “Hang
onto me, we’re going up.”
He hears Kaneki whine out quietly, as though he doesn’t quite
approve of going into the building, but Hide ignores him. He slows down to run
side by side with Kaneki, wrapping his arm around his waist. He pushes the
painting onto Kaneki, who instinctively holds it against his chest.
Hide jumps up to land on the small roof that covers the main door
of the building, then launches up towards the window. He helps Kaneki climb
into the room, and with a quick glance around the deserted area Hide pulls
“Woo,” Hide sighs out, feeling his body’s creeks and groans of
protest, “You’re not as heavy as you look, Kaneki!” He laughs, holding back the
cough he feels building up in his chest. It’s been a while since he’s had a
partner to help. The thought leaves him warm on the inside, though there’s a
voice in the back of his head that cackles at him.
“Won’t last, won’t last,” it giggles, mocking him. It wraps
around his mind and causes him to blank out, completely absorbed into his own
head. “You know why it won’t last, won’t last~”
“Just be quiet,” he whispers to himself, sighing. He takes a few
deep breaths, getting his thoughts in order and calming himself down before
activating his magic. He wills the light to go slowly, not wanting to blind
Kaneki with a bright flash.
Hide’s body glows a dim light, steadily getting brighter and
brighter. He takes the time to look around. Immediately he sees Kaneki, laying
on his back, limbs spread out and his chest heaving up and down as he breathes.
There’s sweat on his forehead and neck, and his shirt is damp. Hide feels bad,
but decides not to mention anything for the moment. The painting lies next to
Hide scratches his face, peeling off the band aid from his face. He
touches the exposed skin, feeling the smoothness of his cheek. The scratch is
gone, but Hide knows there’s a scar. He can feel the slight difference in
texture from the rest of his face. He just hopes it isn’t too noticeable.
Hide’s brown eyes turn to the window, seeing the green leaves of
the trees and the very tops of buildings. He notices a flock of birds resting
on one of the roofs, three white seagulls. They seem to stare back at him, and
even when he turns away he can feel their gazes. It’s an unpleasant feeling.
There’s not much natural light shining into the room, but it isn’t
a problem. Hide can provide all the light they needed.
The blond blinks back to reality, looking over at Kaneki, who is
now seated up, his back against one of the bare walls and his legs still
stretched out in front of him.
His gray eyes are wide, shining with fear, and Hide’s mind fills
with confusion and dread.
There’s a sinking feeling in his gut, and instinctively he lowers
the brightness of the light to a low glow. He looks over at the single door of
the room. He figures it’s near a staircase, because the footsteps he hears are
slowly climbing towards them.
“This is- this is the-“
Hide shushes him, looking for a place to hide. There’s a pile of
boxes and a trunk. Hide curses silently.
“Kaneki,” he whispers, standing up slowly to keep from making
noise, “You hide behind the boxes with the painting, I’ll go in the trunk.”
“C’mon, man,” Hide chuckles quietly, flashing one of his bright,
toothy grins to mask his unease, “Just do it. It’ll be fine.”
Kaneki gives him an unbelieving look, and Hide’s grin feels forced.
He is a joker, able to conceal his emotions through smiles and laughs, but
Kaneki seems to be able to see right through him. The feeling of having those
gray eyes analyze him was both pleasant and uncomfortable. Hide wanted to be
deciphered, but the thought of being seen through was terrifying.
“Okay,” Kaneki finally mutters, hesitantly crawling behind the
boxes. Hide realizes his smile has slipped from his face, and his throat
constricts. He takes in a quiet, shaky breath through his nose. Hide moves a
few of the boxes around, making sure Kaneki isn’t noticeable before moving to
get into his own hiding spot.
Hide closes the lid of the trunk just as the doorknob begins to
turn. He leaves the lid open a little, leaving a thin strip that he can see
through. He makes sure he’s not using his magic, and the room is pitch black
once again. The door opens, and Hide can feel the heavy footsteps of the two
men entering the room. It leaves a him feeling hollow.
“I thought you heard someone in here?”
“I did! I was downstairs, and then there were loud thumps!”
Hide wants to smack himself. Shame washes over him. He had been in
chases many times before, he knows what to do to keep from getting caught. And
now because of his sloppiness he had put Kaneki in danger. The blond pinches
his arm, making mental notes to be more efficient until they got to Anteiku.
“There’s nothing in here,” one of the two people sighed. His voice
was low and gruff, like verbal sandpaper. He was a large man, taller than Hide
and Kaneki combined. His arms were muscular, and on his right shoulder was a
black heart with an anchor hanging off of it. Hide let out a quiet breath.
He remembers Kaneki’s disapproval of going into the building, and
he once again has the urge to smack himself. This was a Guild. Kaneki knew
that, and had tried to stop Hide.
Through the thin strip, Hide could see the pile of boxes that
Kaneki was hidden behind. He could almost see Kaneki behind the wall of
cardboard, shaking with fear. He felt bad, getting his new friend caught up in
“Check behind the boxes,” the same gruff voice states, running a
hand through his hair. Hide’s blood runs cold, watching as the muscular hand
glides through greasy black hair.
The other man nods his head, advancing towards the pile. Hide
gulps. His eyes dart between the two men and Kaneki’s hiding spot, the blond’s
mind running a mile an hour, trying to form a plan that would get them both out
unharmed. If Kaneki got out without a scratch, everything would be fine. Hide
steels himself. A minor injury would be worth getting Kaneki out unscathed.
think, think, the voices mutter, laughing and giggling
at his panic. Think, think, think.
Shut up, he yells at them, brown eyes glaring at the two men. His light
magic surrounds his body, causing a light glow to peak out of the thin crack
between the trunk and the lid. Not very obvious, but just the right amount of
brightness to attract attention to the trunk and away from the boxes.
Hide’s learned that people are prone to notice brighter objects.
Ever since he was a child, he was able to use Light Magic, though it was
subconsciously. There had always been a dim glow around him, the reason why he
was well-known throughout his home town. People naturally swarmed around him
because he stood out, even if the difference was subtle.
When he wanted more attention, he would glow brighter, and when he
wanted to be alone, he’d go dark. It was a good ability to have, especially for
the jobs he took. It was easy, diverting other people’s attention away from him
and to something else.
Hide just hoped it worked now.
The man advancing towards Kaneki’s hiding spot stops, a look of
confusion crossing his face. Slowly, he turns towards the trunk, and Hide knows
it’s because of his light. His panic disappears almost instantly, and he lets
out a quiet sigh of relief.
“Hey,” the man says, “Why is the trunk glowin’?”
“What,” the other asks, looking over towards Hide. His eyes widen
by a fraction, before a grin spreads across his face. “Cause a lil’thief is
trying to pull one over on us.”
Hide lets out a noisy sigh, feigning annoyance of being caught. He
stands up, arms up in surrender, a grin on his face. “Ya caught me!” he laughs,
stepping out of the trunk. He stretches his legs, and then his arms, making
sure to keep his eyes on the men and not on the boxes. Step one of his plan had
worked, now he just needed to stay calm and try not to blow Kaneki’s cover.
“Sorry, fellas,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his head
sheepishly, “I wasn’t stealing anything, promise! I just-“
“Don’t play that crap,” the muscular man laughs out bitterly, and
the grin on Hide’s face falters for only a moment, before he’s laughing along
to cover his break of character.
“Trust me, I’m not pulling your leg,” he sighs, wiping a fake tear
from the corner of his eye. He cups his hands behind his neck, leaning back to
stretch out his back. He lets out a satisfied groan when his spine pops. “I
just needed a place to stay while I’m in the city. I don’t have any money on
me, so I just checked myself into Casa de Free, ya’know?”
Hide’s attempt at humor does little work. The atmosphere is thick
and tense, and the dry air streaming in from outside leaves an unpleasant
feeling. Hide keeps the grin on his face, and allows the light surrounding him
to glow just a bit brighter.
“Mr. Apollo of Anteiku wouldn’t step onto another Guild’s turf just
to relax, now would he?”
Hide’s smile drops. He lets out a sigh, shoulders slumping forward.
“To be fair, I didn’t know Moirai had a Guild, so,” he mumbles under his
breath, looking up at the large men through his eyelashes. “Figured you all got
beat out of town by the AMG, ya’know?”
Greasy-hair man grins, his yellow teeth on full view. “Let’s just
say these parts’re gonna be under new management.”
“Is that so,” Hide chuckles, trying to appear careless. He takes a
step and a half forward, a step to the side, and half a step back, keeping his
motions loose and attempting to keep them from seeing his next move. He stops
moving around once he gets closer to the boxes, leaning back onto the cardboard
wall. “Well, I guess I should be leaving, then.”
“Oh, really? Well, just tr-“
“Thanks for the info,” Hide interrupts, giving a fake solute and
winking, “You should try charging people for it!”
Hide lights up, blinding the two men, though his own eyes adjust
easily to the sudden brightness. “I’m called Apollo for a reason,” he grins,
his full body glowing white. He sees the two Guild members stumble back,
covering their faces to try and shield their eyes. Hide takes the chance to get
“Close your eyes,” he murmurs to his partner before knocking down
the boxes, helping him to stand up. Kaneki’s holding the painting flat against
his chest, his eyelids pinched together tightly, his scrunched up. Hide holds
back his laughter, finding the sight adorable.
“H-Hide?” Kaneki stammers out, gulping thickly.
“Yeah?” Hide tugs Kaneki towards the window, sticking his head far
enough out to look up and down the street.
Hide turns to look back at his companion, and his smile slowly
fades as his gaze meets dark brown eyes. The greasy haired mage’s grin is dark,
and Hide feels the air in his lungs freeze. The mage raises his fist, glowing
with a magic Hide can’t identify quick enough, and then everything is going too
fast but too slow.
Hide’s reaction is sluggish. The blond pushes Kaneki behind him,
hands raising to block the attack, eyes wide and feral. His light is gone, and
even the usual dim glow of light that surrounds his body is lost. His hands
twitch, his fingertips buzzing with magic, and the murky shadows dance along
the walls in compliance to his will.
Gravity pulls him back, and Hide’s concentration is broken, and the
magic thrumming up his arms dies down. The tingle in his fingers is gone,
leaving his hands feeling hollow, empty. There’s a loud scream in his ears, and
for a moment Hide thinks it’s himself. Kaneki’s hand grabs onto the blond’s
arm, though, and Hide realizes that Ken is the one yelling.
Their eyes meet, and Hide sees pure fear in those gray orbs. Hide’s
shoulders tense, and he closes his agape mouth, brown eyes steel-hard as he
grabs Kaneki’s shoulders with either of his hands. Hide grins, allowing his
body to glow lightly once again, trying to calm down his friend.
Hide wraps his arm around Kaneki’s mid, turning their bodies in
midair to where the blond’s back faced the small roof above the Guild’s door.
Hide wills his body to loosen, knowing that the crash will hurt more if he’s
tense. He closes his eyes, tightening his grip around Kaneki, and then the
sound of wood breaking and splintering fills Hide’s ears.
Kaneki doesn’t open his eyes. Not when he feels Hide push him, not
when the light from behind his eyelids is gone, not when he feels himself
falling. Kaneki keeps them closed, his throat rippling as he screams, his arms
flailing, looking for Hide. Only when his hand wraps around a warm limb does he
Immediately, his gaze looks at the blond. Hide’s brown eyes stare
back at him, wide and glazed, as though he’s not quite seeing Kaneki. Ken feels
the terror rise up inside of his heart, and his eyes sting. Then Hide’s hands
squeeze Kaneki’s shoulders, and Ken lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was
The grin that Hide gives him is bright, beautiful, breathtaking,
and suddenly everything is okay. Kaneki lets Hide wrap his arms (strong and
warm) wrap around his middle, and he doesn’t resist as their bodies move. He
doesn’t realize what Hide is doing until he looks back, and the wooden roof
comes into sight.
Hide’s eyes are closed, and Kaneki looks up just as the blond hits
the roof. Hide doesn’t make any noise as the wood breaks around them, but when
his body hits the ground the blond lets out a grunt of pain. Kaneki’s breathing
hard, his arms wrapped around the painting, his gray eyes wide open.
He’s staring up at the trees, the sight of their green leaves
familiar and pleasant. He can tell that the sun is shining thanks to the small
strips of light filtering through, one strand flickering as the wind rustles
through the treetops. Kaneki lets out a shaky breath, blinking his eyes and
looking around. He looks at the window, though it seems as empty as ever. His
ears are ringing. They weren’t out of the clear; they needed to leave.
Kaneki becomes aware of his back being pressed up against Hide’s
chest, feeling the heartbeat of the blond beating at a well-known rhythm. Ken’s
face burns, and he rolls off of the blond as gently as he can.
“God, that hurt,” Hide groans, arching his back to stretch. He
winces, and Kaneki gulps. “My back is gonna be bruised forever, damn.”
“Hide,” Kaneki chokes out, his shoulders shaking and trembling.
“Hide, wha- we nee- are you okay?”
Hide cracks open his left eye, peering up at Ken. He smiles gently,
and Kaneki’s breath stutters. “I’ll be fine,” the blond pauses before sighing,
face scrunching up in a wince. “But we need to leave.”
Kaneki wants to protest. He watches as Hide sits up hesitantly,
wincing and clutching at his ribs. He doesn’t reach to feel his back, and
Kaneki doesn’t look at it. Hide stands, legs wobbly, and his shadow shades Ken.
“C’mon, man,” Hide laughs, grinning easily and staring down at
Kaneki. He offers Ken one of his hands, and Kaneki doesn’t hesitate to reach up
and take it. He squeezes Hide’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the rough skin of
the back of his hand as he stands up. “We gotta go, hurry up!”
Hide pulls him along, their pace slow at first, but gradually
building up in speed. Kaneki doesn’t let go of Hide’s hand, and Hide doesn’t
let go of his.
Hide’s legs burn from running, and his back aches. Each step he
takes causes pain to shoot up his legs and settle onto his shoulder blades,
slowly seeping into his lower back and his ribs. Hide swallows, trudging along
the slightly familiar path in the woods that outskirt Moirai. His warm and
clammy from holding onto Kaneki’s, but the feeling of slick skin touching is
The only sound is their footsteps, the occasional snapping of twigs
and crunching of leaves under their feet. The soil is soft under their steps,
moist from the light showers of rain that frequent the area. Hide can still
smell the metallic scent of rainfall.
“Here we are,” he grunts as they come upon the tree that he’d
hidden his supplies in the day before. He reluctantly lets go of Kaneki’s hand,
keeping his face pointed at the tree. There’s a lump in his throat, and Hide
swallows to try to get rid of it. “I put my stuff inside the trunk.”
Hide walks to the tree, touching the rough texture of the
gray-brown bark before squatting down. “’Cause? I don’t know, just had a
feeling I should leave it here.” He grabs out his bag. It’s small and light,
and the straps are made of thin but sturdy material. The red color is still
bright, and Hide’s spirits raise a bit at seeing it.
He takes out a couple of items, one of which is a water bottle. He
hands it over to Kaneki, their fingers brushing. Hide turns back to his bag. He
shuffles through the objects, tugging out his black elbow braces. He turns to
look back at Kaneki as he pushes them on, bending his arms to get adjusted to
Kaneki stands awkwardly, looking around the forest with curiosity.
His gray eyes are shining, and Hide smiles subconsciously. A stream of light
highlights his black hair, making it look glossy and soft. Hide’s fingers
twitch. He turns back to his bag, shaking his head to clear his mind.
“Hey,” he says quietly, tone gentle. He doesn’t look back, but he
can feel Kaneki’s gaze on him. “Would you mind helping me with something?”
“What do you need help with?”
Hide lifts up the first aid box, turning around to grin at Kaneki.
He winces at the pain that flares up in his back, and clenches his teeth to
keep from focusing on it. “I’m not very good at bandaging myself up, especially
my back. Would you mind-?”
Kaneki’s face is red and the nervous glances he gives to the trees
makes Hide avert his gaze. The blond’s own face is a light pink, and he gulps.
“S-sure?” Kaneki whispers, tightening his grip around the painting.
“Thanks,” Hide murmurs.
He takes the painting from Kaneki, handing him the bandages in
return. Hide sets the painting down next to the tree, setting the bottom on top
of his bag to keep it from getting dirty. He tugs his over-shirt over his head,
and the shrugs off his undershirt. His bare back faces Kaneki, who sits down on
his knees, hands shaking as he unrolls some of the medical bandages.
Hide holds down the first strip on his side, observing the large
tree as Kaneki wraps the bandages around his torso. Kaneki’s hands occasionally
touch Hide’s back, and the blond can’t control the goosebumps that cover his
skin in response.
They stay silent through the whole ordeal, Hide’s brown eyes
scanning up from the base of the tree to the green-yellow leaves on the
branches. A bird flies from one branch to the other, looking down at Hide for
only a moment before fluttering away. Hide watches it as it goes, eyes
following the blur of movement.
“Done,” Kaneki sighs, sitting back on his legs. Hide turns around,
wincing slightly as his back bends. He sits crisscrossed in front of Kaneki,
both of them gazing at anything but the other. Hide scratches the side of his
face, brushing against the barely visible scar on his cheek. Kaneki’s hands are
clenched tightly in his lap, and his shoulders are tense.
“Thank you,” Hide mumbles, staring at the glossy shine of Kaneki’s
hair. Ken mutters a “No problem” under his breath, and Hide smiles gently.
“Quite a busy day, huh?” He laughs, breaking the uncomfortable
silence that had surrounded them. Kaneki turns his head to face Hide, smiling
shyly, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks. Hide’s throat constricts, a
fluttering feeling filling up his gut.
Don’t fall, teases a voice in his head, Don’t
fall! Fall, fall, fall.
“We should be fine here,” Hide murmurs, rubbing his head. He tugs
his hair a bit, squeezing his eyes shut to drown out the voice. “Let’s rest for
now. We can continue towards Tyche.”
Kaneki watches Hide’s hand go from
his hair to his side, and without looking away whispers an “Okay”
absentmindedly. Hide curls his fingers under his palm, resisting the urge to
brush away a stray strand of hair that had fallen into Kaneki’s face.
Kaneki shrugs the straps of Hide’s bag over his shoulders, looking
back in the process. The blond walks slowly, hands in his pockets. His gaze is
far away as he stares up at the treetops, as though thinking of different
times. Kaneki can’t help but watch as the small streams of light hit his face
as they make their way through the leaves, falling on the blond’s face.
Kaneki ponders if Hide not only created but attracted light as
well. His thoughts are interrupted when he trips over a large root, stumbling
forward. He squawks in surprise, nearly falling before regaining his balance.
Hide erupts into a fit of laughter, wincing slightly. He presses
the painting into his side, his grip tight against the gold frame. Kaneki
realizes that he’s never actually looked at the painting. He had glanced at it
a few times, but was never actually paying attention to what was painted onto
the canvas. He feels his curiosity peek, but ignores it and starts to walk
The forest is quiet and it calms Kaneki’s nerves. He’s able to
think about the events that had occurred the day before calmly, his gaze
glancing at the different plant life. The trees are taller than the ones above
the city, and their trunks are large, wide, unmovable. The bark is gray-brown,
with some having more of a gray tint and others appearing more brownish.
The leaves that grow from the branches are green and yellow, and
their translucent skin allows light to pass through, creating different patches
of faded colors on the ground. It reminds Kaneki of a kaleidoscope, of the
colored broken glass that sometimes littered the streets of Moirai.
Kaneki lets a shaky breath out through his nose. He feels nervous,
being outside of the city. He had never left; he hadn’t planned to leave,
either. And then Hide arrived. Kaneki steals a glance behind him again, this
time only for a quick moment before turning his gaze back to the path in front
of him. A few yards away is a break from the forest, and beyond it Kaneki sees
a large field of rich green grass.
“Woo,” Hide sighs as he stretches, going slowly as he arcs his
back. Kaneki can see his jaw tighten, and looks down at the grass. “This field
goes on for a couple miles, but Tyche is right at the edge, so it’s not too bad
of a walk.”
Kaneki ‘hmm’s in response, watching Hide shrug his shoulders. The
blond walks a few steps forward, and Ken watches as the muscles of his back
move underneath his shirts. He notices the freckles that’re speckled across the
tan skin, a white streak of skin standing out in contrast.
Hide turns to tell him to hurry up, and Ken blushes at being
caught. He stammers out an “okay”, and then they continue to walk. He doesn’t
mean to, but Kaneki walks slower, gaze continually setting onto the back of
Hide’s neck. He eyes the white streak, though he doesn’t know what it is until
they’ve walked several miles.
Kaneki’s body feels cold when he realizes it’s a scar.
Tyche is very different from Moirai, and Kaneki notices this
immediately. The buildings are tall, made of metals that are painted in silvers
and golds. There are no trees that shade the bustling occupants of the city,
and many have sweat rolling down their faces as they walk about. The heat of
the sun seems to be magnified now that they’re in the city, and Kaneki blames
it on the metal.
“Okay, we just need to drop off the painting and get our payment,”
Hide states, lifting the painting over Kaneki’s head to shade him from the sun,
“And then we can get out of here and start heading towards Eirene. Or we can
stay in a hotel, whichever sounds more appealing to you.”
The thought of sleeping in a bed sounds nice, after running and walking
for nearly two days. But part of him wants to be outside, away from other
people, alone with Hide in the cool air of the outdoors.
The two of them walk down the busy sidewalk, passerbys giving them
a look or two before continuing on their way. People bump into each other left
and right, and Kaneki worries about Hide being pushed around, with his back as
bad as it is.
He picks up his speed, his arm lightly grazing Hide’s as they walk
side-by-side. The constant looks he had been gaining suddenly stopped, all of
them looking towards Hide. Kaneki turns his gaze to the blond, and he’s
mystified by the dim glow that settles around him. Ken realizes that Hide must
be drawing the attention to himself, just as he had done when they were in the
Guild back in Moirai.
Kaneki tilts his down, staring at the ground with wide eyes. He
smiles to himself, cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
They stop at one of the smaller buildings in the city, though its
decorations are just as extravagant as the rest. The walls are all gold, as
well as the roof, and the windows are stained glass mosaics.
Hide enters without hesitation, and Kaneki follows him like a lost
pup. Kaneki’s eyes scan the inside, which is equally gold and shining as the
outside, though twice as warm. He feels sweat roll down the sides of his face
and twitches at the uncomfortable feeling.
“Rizzzzeeeeeeee,” Hide yells into the vacant building, spinning on
the heel of his right foot. Kaneki eyes his back as Hide rotates, holding the
painting over his head and his brown eyes squinted shut, “I got your
paaaaiiiiiintinnnngggggg! Come get it!”
“Shut up and wait down there patiently!” a voice calls from further
inside the building. Kaneki gulps at the irritated tone, looking from Hide to
the door nervously.
“One thing about Rize,” Hide murmurs under his breath, rubbing the
back of his head sheepishly. He sighs, looking drained of energy, eyes focused
on the polished marbled floor. “She’s kind of…how do I put it? She’s-“
Kaneki’s gaze is drawn back to the door at the question, eyes
widening. His heart races a bit in his chest, and he gulps. In the doorway
stood a girl slightly shorter than him, with long purple hair. She wore a
simple dress, not exactly fancy but flattering nonetheless. The glasses she
wore were red, bright against her pale skin.
“She’s the most gorgeous girl in the world,” Hide replies without
missing a beat, though he can’t quite kill the sarcastic undertone of his
words. He grins brightly at Rize, and Kaneki can’t tell if the blond is faking
it or not.
“Here you go,” Hide bows, arms outstretched with the painting
balanced on the palm of his hands. As Rize walked over to take it, Hide faked a
curtsey, winking at her. She paid him no attention, though, instead taking the
painting and looking it over.
“My magic ruins are still on here,” she mutters to herself,
touching the painting with one hand. Her nails were long, painted a light pink
with black symbols that Kaneki couldn’t recognize. “It seems okay. You did
“Thank you,” Hide says with a fake bow, one hand stretched out.
“Now, my payment?”
“Come in the back,” Rize commands, turning on the heel of her shoe
and walking gracefully back into the backroom. Kaneki blinked himself out of
his trance once she was out of sight, turning to look at the grumbling blond.
“W-who?” He stutters out, a lump in his throat.
Hide gives him a side look, usual grin missing. His brown eyes seem
to read Kaneki like a book. “She’s my client, Rize. That’s all I know of her.”
The bitter tone in his voice caused Kaneki to tense. He watched
silently as Hide put his hands behind his head and walked to the back room,
only following the blond after he disappears behind the door.
Kaneki sits stiffly, keeping his gaze on the floor as he waits for
Hide, who had gone to use the phone. Rize sits across from him, leaned back
leisurely, one arm resting on the table next to her. She eyes him, and Kaneki
shutters at the heavy gaze.
“U-um,” he mutters in an attempt to break the uncomfortable
“Hmm,” Rize hums back, propping up her head with her hand, “Hide
said you were just a civilian, but…”
Kaneki blinks in confusion. “But?”
She sighs heavily, tipping her chair back. Her purple hair swishes
as she leans her head back, staring intently at the ceiling. A large grin
spreads across her face, and Kaneki gulps. “Suppose I shouldn’t believe
anything that guy says,” she mutters to herself, allowing gravity to pull her
chair forward. When she looks at Ken, her eyes are sparkle, though unlike
Hide’s, Rize’s purple irises send a foreboding chill down Kaneki’s spine.
“You seem to have quite a bit of magic potential,” Rize stands up,
her dress fluttering behind her as she glides around the room. She looks
through piles on the desk, knocking over stacks of papers and books. “Just wait
there a second…”
Kaneki watched in surprise, not quite processing her words. Him? Magical
potential? He wants to laugh at the thought. He stares at the palm of his hands
as Rize continues her search, gliding his thump across the smooth skin. It was
pale and soft. His palm was bruised lightly from hanging onto the painting too
tightly, his pale skin fading into a light purple.
“I found it!”
Kaneki’s head snaps up at Rize’s gasp, and the world spins slowly
around him. He watches as Rize walks over, dusting a small pocket book. The
cover was dark brown, worn out from many years of being carried. On it were the
same type of figures he had seen earlier; magic ruins.
He takes the pocketbook from Rize, his hand warming up as he
touches the bumpy cover. He inspects it for a moment, and then opens and flips
through the pages. They’re all blank.
“It’s a magic book,” Rize
states, voice lower than it had been a moment before. When Kaneki looks up, the
grin on her face looks evil, her purple eyes squinting with dark amusement. For
a moment, Kaneki swears her eyes are red. “You can learn how to summon it on
Kaneki gulps. What was it?
“Try not to die before you master it,” Rize whispers, smiling
sweetly down at him. He feels tiny compared to her, as though she is a wolf and
he is a squirrel.
“What’re you two talkin’ about?”
Kaneki physically jumps when Hide appears in the door way, slamming
the Magic book in his hands shut.
“Nothing important,” Rize giggles, turning to sit down in her
chair. She and Hide seem to have a mental conversation, the blond’s gaze
narrowing by a fraction.
“Okay, then,” he sighs moments later, stretching his arms above his
head. A quiet whine escapes his lips, and he lets out a deep sigh through his
nose. When his gaze meets Kaneki’s, the usual shine seems just a bit duller
than before. “I called Anteiku, and the Master told us to get back ASAP! So
c’mon, we gotta go.”
Hide waits for Kaneki to stand from his chair before pushing him
towards the exit, telling Rize it was a “pleasant visit” and a “pleasure doing
business for ya!” before further digging his palms into Kaneki’s back.
“Nagachika, wait just a moment?”
Hide pauses, looking back at her. “Yes?”
“Tell Mr. Yoshimura that I’ll stop by sometime soon, okay?” Her
smile was sickening sweet.
Kaneki can feel Hide’s hands clench and unclench, his fingers turning
icy cold as the twitch. Silence stretches between the three of them, the air
becoming stiff and raising Kaneki’s anxieties.
“Yeah, I will,” Hide finally mutters, his voice sounding rough. His
tone is thick, dangerous, and not nearly as bubbly as it should have been.
Kaneki worries up until they walk out of the building, and only when he feels
Hide’s hands warm up against his back does he breathe easily.
AN: OH WELL LOOK AT THAT. I MADE MY TWO-WEEK DEADLINE (just barely but
whatever). I hope you like the chapter! ( > 3 0)~
-Moirai: “The Fates” (Greek Mythology)
-Eirene: Personification of peace (Greek Mythology)
-Apollo: Sun god (Greek Mythology)
-Tyche: goddess of luck and chance (Greek Mythology)