Kratos stared at this monstrosity on his plate. His eyes had widened in complete horror. The thought of these things touching his lips, his tongue, made him want to puke. He could feel Lloyd's burning gaze on him. Lloyd and the others had to suffer through Raine's cooking, so why should Kratos be any different?
Well, this was different. This was a disaster. Lloyd had, once again, made a big fuss about tomatoes, claiming that "Raine's cooking is bad enough! Adding tomatoes will only make it worse!" Which resulted in Lloyd getting smacked on the head and all the tomatoes getting dumped on Kratos's plate.
"Hurry up and eat, Kratos," Lloyd snapped. "Be thankful you get to eat something that isn't Raine's cooking! Even if it is disgusting tomatoes!"
There was a cry of pain as Raine smacked Lloyd on the head. Kratos stared at the pile of tomatoes, many different thoughts coming back to him, swirling up many different emotions. Especially the memories about the four reasons why he hated, and secretly had a fear of, tomatoes.
He had first gotten his fear of tomatoes when he and Yuan were playing a game of tag. To make an incredibly long story short, the game ended when Yuan had shoved tomatoes down his pants. His fear further developed when, about two weeks after the tag incident, Kratos was almost killed by a giant monster in a tomato patch. He still had the nightmares about the farmer, and the farmer's plow. His fear had become official when Mithos convinced him to prank Yuan. The plan involved tomatoes and it had greatly backfired on the two. Kratos recalled the feeling of having to get tomatoes removed from his ears, while screaming his guts off the entire time, and vowing to never touch those monsters again.
However, the reason why he hated tomatoes the most, was because they were light red. The same light red as Anna's blood. His stomach twisted at that thought. Everyone's blood was the same colour, same shade, and yet it somehow different. Anna's blood shared the exact same colour, same shade, same everything with tomatoes.
Kratos said nothing as he stood up. Normally he was one to point out their lack of gald, which led to a lack of supplies, which meant they had to conserve their supplies and be picky about what they bought and such. At this very moment, Kratos did not care. He picked up his plate, walked over to the fire, and scrapped the tomatoes into the fire.
The fire hissed and cackled at him, as if it wasn't enjoying its newfound fuel, which Kratos couldn't the blame the fire for that.
Kratos said nothing as he returned to his seat. He was certain that everyone was staring at him, but he did not care. As long as those god forsaken tomatoes were gone, then he could care less about anything at the moment.
… Aside maybe Lloyd's current health.
A/N: Yays! Another story done! This came to me randomly and I just had to write it down! I was originally intending for humor, but then Anna's part just came out, and … yeah. That's how it kinda wound up. *Clears throat uncomfortably* Anyways, I know Kratos and Lloyd and tomatoes are a rather overused plot, but most people use it in humor, so I hope the darkness to it makes up for the overused plot.
Sorry for any OOCness, grammar mistakes, and all. I did my best searching for it :) and I wrote this pretty late at night. Also, what genre would this fall under?
Constructive Criticism is always appreciated.
~Odd_Death