((I'm just gonna call her Scarlett from now on unless her family is talking to her or about her. And also, that picture in the media is Kaneki.))

[Scarlett's POV]
I yawn as I get up from the couch. Man, I'm starved. Maybe I'll just go make some pancakes for Kaneki and I. "Ugh.." I groan, walking over to his fridge. I grab some pancake mix and put eggs and all that other pancake crap in it.

((Don't ask why the pancake mix was in the fridge, I'm lazy.))

As I poor some on the tiny grill thingy, it starts sizzling. The aroma of the cooking batter comes into my nose. I expect something delicious and creamy, but it's different.

It smells... bad. Why does it smell bad? Did I do something wrong? No, I definitely made it right. How do I even know how to make these? I don't remember. I guess somebody taught me.

A family member maybe? This is to much thinking for pancakes. I shake my head and continue to make them. I pull them off and they make a perfect golden brown color.

"Maybe they'll taste better then they smell?" I ask myself. "Wait... I can't eat these yet! I have to wake up Kaneki so we can enjoy them together." I smile and nod. Then I walk over to his bedroom door.

I knock, but it opens by it's self. I shrug and walk inside. It's actually pretty neat, for a boys room. But how would I know? I don't even remember any boys' rooms. Ugh, I've about had enough of all this not-remembering crap.

I walk over to Kaneki's bed. He's peacefully sleeping. Cute... "Wakey wakey, Kaneki. I made pancakes~..." I smile and poke his soft little cheek. "Uh..." He wakes up, moaning a tiny bit.

"Hehe, get up, sleepy head!" I tell him, leaning back upwards. "Morning." He says drowsily, yawning afterwards. "Morning! I made pancakes." I smile, kind of with a sad tint in my face.

I don't know why, but a wave of sadness flows over my body. "Pancakes, huh?" He asks me. I shake myself out of my thoughts, and try to brighten myself up. My smile tells him yes.

He slowly gets out of bed then follows me to the kitchen. "Let me butter them first." I say, grabbing a knife and butter. I spread it on them. "Here." I say, pushing the plate toward them and some syrup.

"Oh... Thanks." He sounds all depressed. It's not like were FULL ghouls. Well... Maybe the doctor just got the wrong people. That could be a reason. Right?

But before he eats it, he turns on the TV. "Ghouls can survive on one dead body for about one to two months. Their tongues are also a bit different then ares. You see, when they eat human food, it only tastes awful and slimy." The TV man says.

I look down at the food. I slowly take a bite out of it. But then immediately I spit it out. "Gross!" I yell, sticking my tongue out. "What?!" Kaneki yells, coming over.

"It's disgusting!" I yell. He tries to take a bite out of it, but also fails. "Wait." He mutters, walking over to a sack of food. "My friend Hide brought this to me last night." He tells me.

((These names are pronounced, Hee-day, and Con-eck-ee for you noobs. XD jk but there you go.))

He takes out a burger and takes a bite out of it, then spitting it out. "No..." He mutters. I guess that was his favorite food... He tries to eat other things, but fails. So... if Kaneki can't eat his favorite food... I can't either?!

"No more doughnuts..." I fall down to the floor. "No more pizza..." I groan. "No more ice cream..." Don't ask me how I remember my favorite foods, but not anything else.

I look over to my right, to see Kaneki, also sitting on the floor. But he's crying. I scoot over to him. It's kinda awkward since we only met yesterday. But... he's the only friend I have right now. Or at least that I remember.

I hug him. Then I hear a voice. A boys voice. "Hey, Kaneki! It's Hide. Wanted to know if you would come to a book signing with me. It's your favorite author." Then he stops talking. A voicemail, maybe?

Kaneki sighs. I release him. "Do you wanna come?" He asks, still sad. "U-Uh... Sure..." I say, not wanting either of us alone. "Then let's go." He says, standing up and wiping tears off his face.

~On The Way There~

"Sorry, if I'm being a burden to you." I tell him. "No, your fine. I guess I'de rather not do this alone. And plus, you don't have a home... that you remember at least." He tells me. I nod.

"Do you know how old you are, or anything about you?" He asks. "Umm... I think I'm seventeen. And... I guess I'll have to find that out." I shrug. He nods. "I'm eighteen." He says quietly.

I look at a flier on a pole. It says, "MISSING: If you find a girl named Ashlynn Hamato, please call this number: xxx-xxxx May or may not be a mutant turtle." No photo though...

May or may not be a mutant turtle? What freaks... I continue walking, seeing them once and a while. "We're here... but... it's closed..." Kaneki sighs. "I'm sorry, Kaneki. Maybe they'll reschedule?" I try to cheer him up.

"I'll probably be to crazy to even do anything... Eating......... humans." He shivers and keeps walking home. I look at all the people walking around. I'm hungry... But I can't. And I won't.

I look at Kaneki. He's started staring at them and licking his lips. "Kaneki, they can see you. You're scaring them." I tell him. "Oh... right..." He says. And we rush back home.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He says, and immediately goes into it. I can't believe I looked at humans like that. Do I really want to eat them? Ugh, no. I can't.

Then I hear something the sounds like shattering glass. My eyes widen and I run to the bathroom. There I see a mirror broken. And Kaneki's knuckles, which I supposed he punched it, are perfectly fine.

I look him in the face, seeing his eye is red and black again. "Wait. I remember what the doctor said back there... He said that kitchen knifes and utensils have no effect on ghouls." He says.

He goes to the kitchen and picks up a big knife. He lifts up his shirt, ready to try to stab himself. I squeeze my eyes shut. I can't watch this. But then I hear metal breaking. The knife is... woah.

I grab another and try to stab my arm, but it breaks as well. Hey, I have nothing to lose here. No memories... I'm a ghoul... I honestly have nothing to live for. So why not try to stab myself?

Kaneki on the floor, probably because he fell backwards from the impact, crying once more. Me, standing tears also now streaming down my face too. "I'm going for a walk. I need some time alone." He says, standing up.

I nod, understanding. "Don't uh... eat anyone." I tell him. He nods and walks out the door. I sigh and wipe a few tears off my face. This has got to be the worst day of my life.

If I remembered the rest of it! "Ugh.." I growl and sit on the couch, turning the TV to a cool looking show called, The Walking Dead. I watch as somebody gets eaten alive then I switch it over.

That show is not going to help my situation...

[Kaneki's POV]
I rome the streets of New York. Ya know, it would be a lot prettier if people cleaned this dump. I see people walk by but tell myself no. Then I smell a wonderful aroma.

I follow it into an alley. Only to stop dead in tracks. There I see a ghoul feasting on a human. "You want some?" He asks. I shake my head no. "Aww come on... here you go..." He was about to hand me some flesh until I see someone break his neck.

My eyes widen even more and I walk a few steps backward. "You know, you shouldn't go plundering in my feeding grounds." He tells me. I nod, afraid of what to do or say.

"That's nasty. Your eye. Only one? Hmm... I haven't seen you around before." He says. He then pins me to a wall, his eyes turning black and red. He's a ghoul too.

"You know what happens if you breach someone else's territory?" He asks me. "I-I was just passing by-" I say. He scoffs. "I'm going to kill you for coming into my territory." He says.

Then a girl jumps down who is wearing a waitress outfit."Since when is this your territory, Nishiki?" She asks him. She has short purple hair. Also a ghoul, I'm guessing.

"Peter's dead." He says. Isn't Peter... I think I'm gonna throw up. "And that makes it your feeding grounds?" She asks him. "The people at Ateiku don't own it... It was hunting ground even before Peter came." Nishiki complains.

"You're so weak." The purple haired girl says. "Young punks like you tick me off so much." He growls. The girls eyes shift and he drops me, probably to fight her. A minute later, Nishiki flees.

I kneel on the ground, panting. Then the girl picks up an arm, and offers it to me. "Want this?" She asks. I reach for it, but stop, contemplating what to do. I want it but... I can't.

"What's up with your eye? Oh... you were the one with Peter... Wasn't there a girl though too?" She asks. I nod. "Why weren't you eaten? That eye is really nasty..." She says, then her own eyes widen.

"Please help... Even if you don't believe me, I'm human... I want to eat so badly, but if I ate it... I wouldn't be human anymore..." I sob. "You won't eat it?" She asks.

Once again, I reach for it, but smack it away. "No way, no way, no way!" I yell. "I can't eat it... What does it even mean to be a ghoul? Killing people... and each other? I'm not like that......... I'M HUMAN!" I scream the last part.

"If you don't have the nerve to eat, I'll give you a hand." He says. She rips a part of the meat off, then shoves it in my mouth.