ALL
(for Jinx, you bully)
It was a thick black liquid of spices and gruel in a small wooden bowl no larger than her hand. The whiteness of the rice completely over taken by whatever strange ingredient Okita had added to give it a little 'kick', as he so casually put it.
The large feline grin on his face given way the absolute pride he felt in cooking for his sickly lover, his emerald colored eyes glowing with a keen sense of satisfaction. Although, they completely over looked the cautious and curious gaze Kerushi gave upon being handed the small wooden bowl.
A feverish gaze, is what Okita saw, and feverishly flushed pale skin beneath a loose kimono. Delicate hands holding steady a bowl of special porridge he made for his beloved, but of course she was not strong enough to eat on her own. He held the spoon aloft before her lips, hands steady as he pressed it against the small opening of her mouth.
She could not deny him the pleasure of feeding her, of preparing breakfast, lunch, or dinner. She could not deny him watching her eat his 'delicacies' with a satisfied grin, or in this case a weak smile, because that is all her strength allowed her. She could not allowed a single drop of whatever he had made stay in that bowl, because he had poured out everything of himself into it in hopes that she would get better.
"Thank you," she smile, "Souji."
Okita grinned and held back his tongue, because it was so easy to tease rather than behave accordingly toward a sick person. But, Kerushi had eaten everything he brought to her with no sign to rebut the dish. She gave him a smile and lay back to rest, not one saying she would water down the taste. He thought the fever made it possible for her not to have taste, which was a good thing as he thought he had messed up the porridge.
Kerushi tasted salt.
A large amount of salt.
All of the salt in the kitchen.