Together
Title: Just one.
Fandom: Tokyo Ghoul.
Pairing: Shiro/Kaneki.
Table and prompt: Table Light. #08 Together.
Summary: Kaneki and Shiro cuddling after a nightmare.
Word count: 529.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
Sleeping was always one of the hardest tasks that Kaneki could have; every time he tried to, something would happen.
Nightmares. Hallucinations. Screaming. Blood. Death. Jason.
He usually spent his time brewing and drinking coffee, trying to delay the time that he needed to go to bed to the maximum.
It was always unpleasant, laying on the soft mattress, just waiting until the darkness started to close itself around his body, his mind, until he couldn’t even breathe.
It was just like being tortured all over again.
Since the day that Kaneki (Shiro) came back to the past, seeking for a chance to fix his wrongs, to make the future better (to save his own life), he lived with his other-self.
At the beginning, their relationship was a little troubled, but with time, with the days progressing, they came to their own terms, living together in harmony, a calm, almost unbreakable peace between two persons that were, in essence, just one.
Two bodies, one soul.
To Kaneki, it was easy to see Shiro’s discomfort, how he fought against his own exhaustion.
The reason for him to never sleep when he wasn’t alone, even in lazy Saturday evenings, when the fatigue seemed to triplicate, was connected with the screaming that could be heard from his room at night.
Kaneki knew it, he also was almost sure that he could help with it.
It took a lot of convincing, discussions of “I don’t want to hurt you” and “Don’t worry, you won’t”, but, in the end, they agreed to sleep together.
It was an unspoken arrangement; Shiro, one night, instead of going to his own room, went to Kaneki’s, seeming almost shy, except that the black haired boy welcomed him with a tiny, gentle, smile and a place beside him on the bed.
For weeks, Shiro was blessed with entire nights of almost dreamless sleep and, as the bond between him and his past-self grew stronger, more intimate, they even held each other in an embrace, so close that they seemed like one person.
One body, one soul.
When the craziness started to slip under Shiro’s control, consuming his mind, creeping into the last strings of sanity, it was impossible to keep the nightmares away; he woke one night between a mess of screaming, sweat, kagune and a calm, gentle voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
Kaneki was holding him, running his fingers over his dampened hair, treating him like the most precious person on Earth, saying that nothing could hurt him now, that everything would be alright.
As Kaneki had said, even in a situation like that, where Shiro couldn’t proper control himself, having even turned the bed into sad, mangled pieces of wood and what once was a mattress, he didn’t even scratch his past-self.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” - Shiro murmured against the black haired boy’s skin, his own body calming down, the adrenalin slowly disappearing from his system while the reality started to return.
Kaneki kept comforting the other, embracing him with his arms and legs, giving him a little kiss on the head.
“Shh… It’s fine… I know”
One body, one mind and one soul.
Fandom: Tokyo Ghoul.
Pairing: Shiro/Kaneki.
Table and prompt: Table Light. #08 Together.
Summary: Kaneki and Shiro cuddling after a nightmare.
Word count: 529.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
Sleeping was always one of the hardest tasks that Kaneki could have; every time he tried to, something would happen.
Nightmares. Hallucinations. Screaming. Blood. Death. Jason.
He usually spent his time brewing and drinking coffee, trying to delay the time that he needed to go to bed to the maximum.
It was always unpleasant, laying on the soft mattress, just waiting until the darkness started to close itself around his body, his mind, until he couldn’t even breathe.
It was just like being tortured all over again.
Since the day that Kaneki (Shiro) came back to the past, seeking for a chance to fix his wrongs, to make the future better (to save his own life), he lived with his other-self.
At the beginning, their relationship was a little troubled, but with time, with the days progressing, they came to their own terms, living together in harmony, a calm, almost unbreakable peace between two persons that were, in essence, just one.
Two bodies, one soul.
To Kaneki, it was easy to see Shiro’s discomfort, how he fought against his own exhaustion.
The reason for him to never sleep when he wasn’t alone, even in lazy Saturday evenings, when the fatigue seemed to triplicate, was connected with the screaming that could be heard from his room at night.
Kaneki knew it, he also was almost sure that he could help with it.
It took a lot of convincing, discussions of “I don’t want to hurt you” and “Don’t worry, you won’t”, but, in the end, they agreed to sleep together.
It was an unspoken arrangement; Shiro, one night, instead of going to his own room, went to Kaneki’s, seeming almost shy, except that the black haired boy welcomed him with a tiny, gentle, smile and a place beside him on the bed.
For weeks, Shiro was blessed with entire nights of almost dreamless sleep and, as the bond between him and his past-self grew stronger, more intimate, they even held each other in an embrace, so close that they seemed like one person.
One body, one soul.
When the craziness started to slip under Shiro’s control, consuming his mind, creeping into the last strings of sanity, it was impossible to keep the nightmares away; he woke one night between a mess of screaming, sweat, kagune and a calm, gentle voice whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
Kaneki was holding him, running his fingers over his dampened hair, treating him like the most precious person on Earth, saying that nothing could hurt him now, that everything would be alright.
As Kaneki had said, even in a situation like that, where Shiro couldn’t proper control himself, having even turned the bed into sad, mangled pieces of wood and what once was a mattress, he didn’t even scratch his past-self.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” - Shiro murmured against the black haired boy’s skin, his own body calming down, the adrenalin slowly disappearing from his system while the reality started to return.
Kaneki kept comforting the other, embracing him with his arms and legs, giving him a little kiss on the head.
“Shh… It’s fine… I know”
One body, one mind and one soul.