She’s staring at him from the far end of the Re cafe, eyes filled with hurt. Shini knows he doesn’t remember who he is, yet the desire to walk up to him and embrace him lingers. He’s with the rest of his ‘new family. She misses him dearly, as does everyone else in her circle. So instead, Shini buys him a coffee and has Touka take it over, having Yomo make it just how Kaneki drank it back when he was himself.
REMINISCENCE OF THAT WHICH HAS NO NAME, nor does it dwell within realms of clarity, fragmented &&. nebulous. it is to remember a place but be unable to place its name, to hear the whisper of a name upon the lips of another but the face to which it belongs being indefinite . . . it has him uneasy, despite the seemingly content smiles that curls his lips.
( he doesn't want them to know, he wants to protect them from that SELF. )
KEN KANEKI . . . self reprimand tells him he should not need to know, that their worlds are no longer tethered together, that he was, infact, HUMAN; even without veracity, he was an INVESTIGATOR, the two were but a monochromatic contrast. If KEN KANEKI was the darkness, dwelling in a world which made HUMANS tremble with trepidation then HAISE SASAKI was the LIGHT, salvation, a protector . . . that was what made them so vastly different.
pallid hands cup his cheeks, allowing his focus to drift, now HEARING &&. SEEING his present, not captive to those thoughts that pervaded &&. consumed as so often they did. at first, he did not notice them, did not notice her but, politely, does he accept touka's offering. his smile softens but his gaze is unsettled, wary, then it shifts, finding a transient respose in Shini's own. ( he cannot place this feeling of disquietude, no, perhaps, he does not want to. ) sasaki raises his hand, a genial wave, appreciation, thankfulness, nothing more &&. nothing less, as he is reprimanded by shirazu for sleeping on the job. it's met with a brisk apology, sheepishly running his fingers through soft locks . . . he meets his own reflection in that brew for a moment &&. feels his heart skip a beat . . . because he could have sworn that which he saw, if only for the briefest of moments was not his own.
. . . IT HAD BEEN THAT OF KEN KANEKI . . .
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