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Kaneki's POV...

The Great War of the Britannian's and the Area 11. I took the book out of the shelves and studied its origin very carefully. After a long study and self proclamation, I took a hard thought of the new knowledge I have consumed.

And so far, there were a few things I figured it out, so here it is. First, I died. It sounds crazy however I was reincarnated or transported? I don't know. To live in a world wherein Japan has lost its right and could no longer sustain as a country, leaving only a name, Area 11 and the people who were once proud citizens of Japan as only a coded number: 11 (eleven)

Second, Hideki Nagachika. The complete identical to my friend, Hideyoshi Nagachika. Hide, who died in my previous life.

I'm currently boarding in his home and to be honest, I still don't know if this whole reincarnation is a dream. However, the pain that Arima inflicted on me, was a sure enough proof that I wasn't dreaming and truth be told, I'm in a different world. To prepare what's about to happen, I began to brace the reality. The end of my previous life. I completely acknowledge that. Its been days after my recovery, and the moment I woke up, I picked up a book next to me. At that mention, after consuming the words I've read into memory, the book vanished. Like poof. As if the book wasn't there in the beginning nor existed. I don't know but being in a different world is already a surprise.

Another days has past and I've been accustomed with seeing Hideki and has started to

"I gotta somehow repay your kindness for letting me live with you.." I said to Hideki, my eyes writing along the white sheet of paper.

"That's true but making poems? I don't think so pal, but that won't take you anywhere.." Hideki commented looking over at the piles of papers I've organized. I stopped and looked up at him.

"That's just the start. What my real plan was to excel literature.."

"By?"

"By making a book.." I concluded, "that should earn our funds maybe enough to buy ourselves an apartment.."

"Although for now, let's start up in a lower level like a simple way and the first step on making a book.."

"What could that be?"

"A short story" I turned to face him, "in fact, I have a ton on that description.."

"Are you sure?" Hideki cautiously questioned, "Cause I don't think the town would gladly accept elevens that much.." I put two of my fingers on my chin, releasing a thinking action.

Thats true though..

"Don't be.." I reassured, "I'm sure they will.."

~~~~~~(Somewhere in Town)~~~~~~

"Get out! We don't accept an 11 like you! Filthy mongrels..know your place!" Great. This is the fifth time this week. Getting rejected each time I introduced myself.

Maybe I should consider of hiding my Eleven identity. No-.. Im still not that fluent with english yet. I doubt hiding it will suspect me.

With a defeated sigh, I walked down the town, looking around to publish my short story whereas people and passerby's were giving me unusual gazes. It must be because of my hair. I actioned my hood over my head as soon as the crowds were gone, anxious to cover my weird hair.