Yuki's POV
I kept walking closer to the crumbling edge of the rooftop, hearing the sounds of the city from afar. As a girl who was only eleven and in the sixth grade, who would have thought I was a crazy and suicidal girl with problems. Well, it's not as if I wasn't use to being called names.

Right when I was about to jump with a silent voice with silent tears, a voice called out to me. A voice of a boy. That boy was my savior who saved me from my fall.

He was my light and warmth... My everything.
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"If I die... Then maybe this guilt will disappear along with me..." I mumbled, looking out into the endless night sky.

The night sky... So beautiful. So beautiful and shiny like those stars kids would get for being good.

But... I knew that I would never be like a star. After all, I was a bad kid and no one likes a bad girl. I could never be like those stars up in that beautiful sky. For this is the time for the good kids to laugh at my face and call me names.

I dragged one foot over the edge of the building, anxiety building up. I closed my eyes and waited for myself to plunge myself to death.

'Goodbye world...'

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Eh...?" The ground before me broke, crumbling apart and falling along with my limp body.

Opening my eyes, I saw myself slowly falling over the edge. Was this what the teachers meant by 'My life felt like it just flashed before my eyes'? Maybe... Just maybe... Maybe I should have listened more to my teachers' story to how scary life flashing before your eyes is...

Tears fell from my eyes and into the night sky, joining the beautiful stars. I had actually felt fear for once of seeing how close the ground looked. How scary it would have been if I had fallen with my eyes open.

I screamed and screamed, but it was only for a quick second until I felt my body jerk to a halt from my fall.

"Give me your other hand." The voice from before said, sounding almost hurried.

I stared hopelessly at the ground for a good and solid second or two, barely having the will to look up to meet eyes with a pair of beautiful silver eyes that reminded me of the stars.

"Hurry. Give me your hand or else we'll both fall."

'Why does this boy want to save such useless girl like me...? I'm no star... I'm not a good girl...! I'm horrible!'

"No! Just let me fall! Let me die!" I screamed and cried, my voice cracking.

I helplessly tried to punch his hand that held mines with my free one, failing horribly. His grip around my wrist was so firm and strong. So determined.

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO!" I started kicking my legs that dangled and tried making the boy lose grip on my hand, but he still refused to let go of me.

"Just take my hand! Falling down there will just be more painful!"

My eyes felt like it widened so much at that moment. His words were so simple, but his eyes flared with desperation to save me. Me. This very girl in front of him.

Destroying my pride, I weakly gave him my other hand and felt him grab it firmly. He pulled me up with some slight struggle from the time I stalled from my stubbornness to fall, but with my little effort of my weak limbs, he managed to bring me to safety.

I was huffing, panting, and slightly wheezing from the impact of fear. I was a tragic mess. Perhaps even more tragic than the titanic.

"Why... WHY DID YOU SAVE ME?!" I screamed, punching the ground to cause it to crumble slightly. The sound of the impact echoed.

"Don't destroy anything or else we'll be buried alive."

"WHY!? Why... Why didn't you let me die?!" I cried, covering my face.

"If I saw someone so torn and broken such as yourself die, that would be burnt into my memory. Plus, your facial expression looked as it you wanted to continue to live. Why else would you have given me your other hand?"

"... How would you know that... I... You don't even know me... No one would want this stupid and useless girl!"

"Here. It's a handkerchief." He calmly said.

"I know it's a handkerchief you idiot! My eyes aren't that blurry from vision! I don't need it!" I exclaimed, refusing to take the handkerchief from the older boy.

He sighed and stared at me intensely. "You're so troublesome." The boy said, moving my arms to wipe away my tears despite my pushing.

"S-stop!" I pushed away hopelessly despite my strength being one that can compete with my school's judo team captain.

"Stop thrashing your arms around."

'How the hell is this guy so strong?! I can barely even move his arms!'

I oddly listened to the boy with silver starlike eyes and slowly stopped pushing him away as he cleared up my tears for me. His eyes are much more gorgeous than mines.

"I am Kishou Arima. First year of Seishin High School. What's your name?"

".... K-Kaneki Yuki... First year of junior high..."

"So, why did you try to commit suicide?"

I glared at the purple haired boy, noticing how straight forward he is.

"... Because... I.... I hate myself. I'm the most pathetic and useless girl there is..." A single tear escaped my left eye with Arima wiping away my tear with the handkerchief.

"Why do you hate yourself? You do know that if I didn't catch you in .3 seconds, you would have fallen to your death?"

"What are you!? A math nerd!?" I shouted, annoyed. "I really want to bash your face."

"I'll listen to whatever you have to say as long as you don't jump off again."

"S-shut up or else I'll punch you!"

"You wouldn't punch me."

"......"

"I'll listen to whatever you have to say. You can cry, but just don't wipe your snot on me."

"I think I might just do that! But... Will you really listen to what I have to say...?" I timidly asked, earning a nod from Arima.

"... I'm not a good girl at all. I'm more of a lone wolf and a gangster. Or in other words, a delinquent. I skip classes, don't go to school as often, use my fists to solve my issues, cuss, talk back to people, very hot tempered, and just the worst person you can ever meet."

"Hm." Arima said, indicating that he is listening along.

"I have a brother and we're twins. Our mother pasted away recently."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"... I... I hate my mom though. But... I don't really know if I hate her. I kept feeling guilty ever since her funeral. Asking myself why I didn't change before she died?!" Tears started to stream once again.

"It was always my brother who was the good child! The good kid who would always shine like a star! He received all of my mom's attention... I... I would always come home late at midnight or dawn, wandering the streets of Tokyo. I'd argue with my mom. I'd yell at her and walk away from her when she yells at me. I was terrible! I still am!"

Arima patted my head, handing me his handkerchief. This time, I accepted his offer and wiped my eyes from the streaming tears.

"I'd always get into fights and always won them all, but in truth, it gets lonely! I push others away and out of my lives, afraid and not wanting to care and love others! I'd always leave my brother home alone, picking up a fight with gangs of kids!"

"Mhm." He hummed, listening.

"I get called names, bullied, find my chair and desk missing, get rocks thrown at me, and so much more! I hate it! Maybe that's why I have such bad temper and why I've become so pathetic!" My voice started cracking up, hearing how awful I sounded.

"This... This is the first time I've felt my muscles tense up and how much fear has built up inside of me! I've never felt this much anxiety! I was always the heartless monster who creates chaos! No one! No one would love me because of how pathetic I am! Not even those who I push away! After all, I'm scared to get hurt again...! It's better if I just die if I just keep causing trouble!"

The next few seconds were silent, excusing my sobs and bawls of sorrow. Arima kept his hand on my head, slowly giving me warmth and assurance of feeling safe.

"I hate myself! I'm so terrible! Pathetic! Disgusting! Useless!"

"Don't say that. If you say that, then it'll actually come true."

"Hah!? What the hell are you saying?! It already has!" I spatted out, growling.

"Stop growling."

"Ugh..."

"You're still young, so you can change. You don't have to hate yourself because someone will love you and will change your hate. Plus, it'd have been more pathetic if you try to commit suicide again."

"Are you trying to cheer me up?!" I hissed.

"Of course I am. You're not crying anymore."

"... I guess I really am feeling better and...happier... Thank you A-Arima-kun..."

Yuki showed a quick smile of sincere happiness. The feeling of anxiety, fear, and sorrow become nonexistent in comparison to her smile.

"Mhm. Call me Kishou."

"Y-your given name?! But that's-... Kishou..." I said, covering my burning face.

"And I'll call you Yuki."

"... Sure..."

"So, why did you come to such rural place to commit suicide? Why not home?"

"How am I suppose to comprehend that?! Geez... I... It's my brother's and mines birthday. He's celebrating it with his best friend..." I said, burying my face with my knees and arms that trembled.

"Here." I felt weight fall onto my shoulders, causing me to look up into his sincere and beautiful eyes that looked just like the stars up in the night sky.

"Your... Coat?" I asked, holding onto his black coat that wrapped around my torso.

"Happy birthday, Yuki. Keep the coat. You're shivering." A small smile graced Arima's face. A soft and charming smile that is.

"T-t-thank you, Kishou." I stuttered, covering half of my face with the coat.

"Do you need another handkerchief? You're crying again." Arima said, pulling out another handkerchief of our nowhere which surprised me.

"N-no! I'm-not-sad! I'm happy! Happy! T-thank you! Thank you Kishou! I-I've never been this happy and I've never cried this much! I've never felt so comforted! I don't feel lonely and scared anymore! Thank you! I'm crying from happiness!" I wiped my eyes with my sleeves.

"I'm glad to hear that."

After crying my eyes out from happiness, I couldn't remember what happened after and before him taking me home. I just remembered screaming and rubble falling. It was as if the building was falling apart, but I do not know the reason. I may have been unconscious and the screams could have been just me since Arima wasn't the type to scream out so loudly with his cool and mature personality.

But, I do remember hearing a third and fourth voice. Both of males. I do not know who it was, but I can highly be assured that one of the voices was a friend of Arima's. I later then placed out the pieces together that the fourth voice was a ghoul. After all, I found out Arima's secret of being a ghoul investigator at such young age when he was only a teen.

"... Eh? Where are we? Did I...pass out?" I woke up, unknown that I was on Arima's back who transported me with a piggyback ride.

"Yeah. You were unconscious. The building started to collapse."

"Oh okay... Wait! What?! Why? How?! Did I do something stupid again?!" I yelled, feeling guilty already.

"No. It didn't have anything to do with you."

"Oh... Thank you for saving me again Arima..."

"What about me?!" A sudden male shouted behind us, shocking me to turn my head frantically behind.

"Who the hell are you?! How long were you there?!"

"I've been here ever since that factory turned to dust!" The spiky orange haired teen(?) yelled, gritting his teeth.

"Oh? Is that so...?" I thought out loud. "Arima, who is this guy? Your buddy?" I whispered.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to him."

"He seems scary." I whispered back.

"I can hear you, small fry."

"Shut up, annoying orange." I retorted.

"How dare you, you little brat! Grrr!"  He growled which made me stick my tongue out in a teasing manner.

"The name's Kaneki Yuki! Call me Yuki~!" I said quite cheerfully.

"Taishi Fura!" He harshly replied.

"Nice to meet you! Can I just call you Taishi?" He nodded his head in reply, indicating that I could.

"Hey Kishou..." I blushed. "You can put me down so that I can walk." I said, feeling like my weight was making me self-conscious.

"It's fine. After all, your leg is injured."

'Injured? My leg? Since when did my leg get....'

"Hah?! Did this happen when the factory collapsed and I blacked out?!" I saw my leg bandaged which surprised me at how I didn't notice the throbbing pain on my leg.

"Yeah. Don't worry. Fura-kun helped bandaged your leg. You should disinfect it when you get home."

"Oh... Thank you Taishi. And thank you Kishou." I said gently which is a new whole side for people who knew of me. "But... I don't want to go home. I just can't..."

"Huh? Don't you have someone at home waiting-"

"Fura-kun." Arima sternly said, causing Fura to quickly apologize to me.

"How about you stay over at my place then, Yuki?" Arima asked.

"................" Silence was all that I could have rest into. Good thing my face is covered by resting it upon Arima's back... Arima has such strong shoulder blades. He actually has a broader back than I thought- WAIT! WHAT THE F*CK AM I THINKING?!?!?!

"I don't think Arima is going to do anything dirty-" Fura began.

"I NEVER SAID THAT! B*STARD!" I said, face red with embarrassment. After all, that would mean spending the night with Arima and I don't know how I will sleep with the thought of being so close to someone as great as him.

"So, would that be a yes?" Arima asked.

"... Y-yeah... Thank you..."

A/N (Important)
So, Yuki would address Arima as Kishou, but I used Arima for whenever I am writing anything but the dialogue. Is it confusing if I continued writing it the way I did this chapter?
—Ex: "Kishou, thank you." Yuki thanked Arima.
^Is it confusing for you guys to use two different parts of his name? Would it be easier to just use Kishou throughout the whole story or to continue it this way?

Andddd the next chapter will continue on with her story from the past! Thank you for reading this chapter and have a good day/ night! Please vote/like and comment for feedback!

12/7/17
(Edited 7/12/18)