Kaneki and touka meet again somehow regina

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Touka meets the most irritating and arrogant boss-Kaneki Ken-on earth. Somehow I felt a tingling sensation inside my heart because of the last sentence. An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works. See what Thais Regina (thaisreginaciri) has discovered on Pinterest, the world's biggest collection of ideas.

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But to properly tell this story, I need to back up a few days. I was in Shizuoka, about an hour ride out of Tokyo, Japan. My goals were simple: It was the last day of the Grand Prix. The world is slowly crumbling around 2, players, as the delicately placed banners and colorfully shaped signage are being stripped down and removed.

This is the saddest part of any Magic tournament: When this marvelous world goes back to being a white-walled building that will be used to host dance recitals, or cheerleading rallies, or car shows. But there was a brief moment left. A flicker of life, minutes, maybe, before the convention center passed the threshold of no return and reverted to its blank state.

A slight grin at the corners of his mouth. The discerning gaze of a Magic player. And true to my word, the very next day, I found myself on a train, bound for Nagoya. And so the tour began. Delicacies, with a mix of known and unknown and unwanted-to-be-known contents, were consumed. A smorgasbord of 7 Magic shops were visited, showcasing so many shapes and sizes and colors that Doctor Seuss would have had a field day describing them all.

We ended up by visiting one final game store: A small family run shop, with that lovely musty smell that reminded me of childhood. And there we met a group of other local players. And, well… It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a group of Magic players, in possession of decks, must be in want of a game. All from far-flung corners of the English-speaking world, we slammed down our cards.

We ran Goblins into Angels.

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We talked about life in Japan. I took a picture of us. Put it on Instagram. We went out to dinner. Menus were attempted to be navigated. It was a good time. I hopped on a train, headed elsewhere, redrawing up new plans to account for the change of plans. And that was that. Or so I thought. Still riding the train back, something else unexpected happened.

A notification popped up on Instagram from someone I had never spoke with.

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His name was Alejandro. It read as follows: I still have an original Conspiracy box in Japanese to open and draft: Fukuoka was basically on the entire other side of Japan.

I arranged to visit in a few days. I took the bullet train to a station. From that station, I took a subway train to a tinier station. From there, I took yet another train.

Out the window, I watched the metal buildings turn into brick buildings, the brick buildings turn into blossoming trees, the blossoming trees turn into rice fields. She informed him that she would move out when she reached seven months of pregnancy. So for just another one month, she would stay in her own house, alone. But then again, all Kaneki ever gave her was pain. Those were the harsh truth. There was no use thinking about a ghost.

Ayato told her that Kaneki escaped safely from Cochlea. Because they were no longer soulmates. And meeting her would only bring more pain to both sides. So he did the only thing that he was good at. A kick in her belly broke her train of thoughts, and she smiled softly while caressing her tummy. By the time she finished reading it, tiredness overcame her- she yawned and eventually drifted into a deep sleep.

She never expected her soulmate to know where she lived, but she had no other choice anyway. As she walked towards the door, she noticed that her string was getting shorter and shorter. Her heart raced with adrenaline, so much that she felt as if it might explode any moment. She was going to meet him.

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She closed her eyes, taking a deep, calming breath to steady herself. The father of her child. Not after what he had done to her.

All the pain he had caused her. These emotions swirled around in his heart, causing him to keep on staring at the ground. Trembling, his knees sank to the floor, his head hung low in shame. He pulled away immediately as he felt the huge bump. She pulled him up and let him into her house. However, as soon as she closed the door, her fist slammed his face hard into the floor. I feel much better now!

Kaneki was still lying on the ground when she went into the kitchen to brew some coffee for him. When she was done, he was sitting on the couch, the injury from the earlier punch was quickly healed, and he was staring at her, hard. I want you to be selfish for once, Kaneki. And our child of course. Because you looked like you wanted to die when you cut our string off.

I was planning to be the sacrificial pawn. I wanted to sacrifice my life for someone.