Tokyo Ghoul - NEST

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"There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it."
- Edith Wharton

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The cafe was beautiful. A smallest very well established estate of perfection, is what I would call it.

I walk behind the desk with Yomo behind me, he scans the room for something, but I focus on the cashier, wandering how much customers they get.

I sit down on a chair and check out all the different types of coffee. I myself isn't a big fan of coffee or tea, I prefer juice, (ps I know this might sound a bit, crazy, but I don't like soda, it makes my stomach go nuts).

Everything is so Damn clean that I can't see anything wrong with the place. How did ghouls get such a well established cafe to themselves. I sit up and head to back where Yomo is going.

"So, who's this Touka?" I asked right as Yomo turned the corner and ran into someone.

I walk up next to him and we both look at a girl, probably around in her very early adult years, and purple colored hair, one of the sides of her face covered by it. She glared at me with the intensity of a lion. A shiver is sent down my spine as she takes a step closer to me and inspects me.

"Who's this guy?" She asks with a glare.

I flinched, and I'm about to tell this girl off when Yomo puts his arm across to my chest, shaking his head for me not to. I sigh and put my hand out politely. "I'm Levin, I'll be working with you for now on." I said.

The girl frowned, and glared at Yomo. "I thought I said NO humans!" She murmured him.

I'm about to clarify when Yomo gives me a look as if to say, Shut it! I completely shut my mouth and walked more into the back with Yomo, ignoring the girls pissed off attitude. What's her problem?

"Do me a favor and don't tell Touka who you really are." Yomo said as we entered a room. The room consisted of a bed, a tv, a small table and a desk. I guess this is my room. I liked my old one at the Nest better, but I'll visit in a week, or else I might get homesick.

"So, don't use my kagune? How am I supposed to defend myself?" I asked, waving my hand around in a gesture.

Yomo pulls open a cabinet in my desk and pulls out a black pistol. I flinch at the sight of it, he sets it into my hand and I test aim it at the wall. It's weight was pretty light...

"It might feel light, but it has a big kick." Said Yomo. He then walked out of my room, closing the door so I could have some privacy. So much secrets with these people, it seems I have to act like a human helping ghouls. I am a pretty good actor...

I put the gun in the cabinet again and walk to my bed, slumping on top of it.

The dream I had pops into my mind.

My two wide-ranging whether what was the right thing to do. I felt as if my mind has been split into two different beings. My human self takes over when I'm talking with friends or doing errands. But when I fight, sometimes I completely forget that I shouldn't be killing people, and I brush it off like a every day thing. That's my ghoul side.

And they asked for my opinion... Aren't they me? Shouldn't they know that answer? But then again... I don't know that answer, so neither would they. Does that mean I'm asking myself if that's really the right thing to do? To kill people and brush it off like I see it on a daily basis...

I'm not like that, right? I lifted my hand and looked at it, the light above me as I made a gesture to grab that light. Maybe I should just... let myself become a ghoul... I would be stronger, wouldn't I?