Chinese Food

by puppychus

Ever since Tark and Okiku were tied together, it's been different. Tarquin's life has gotten better, at least in his eyes. But one night, Tarquin is hungry, and wants something, and the only food he can afford is Chinese. And Okiku finds she longs for food she can't consume.

A/N Hey booklions, it's Simba again! Recently, I read a book called the Girl From the Well and I became obsessed, even though it has gore in it and it is about a ghost who kills people, but I am literally in love with it and I can't wait for the sequel and I'm like the girl who writes fanfiction about a dead girl from the 1700's who is Japanese... Okay I'm weird. But here is my one-shot for this book. Enjoy!

Simba

T - Chinese Food - Third POV

Tarquin was starving. His dad was stuck at work so he was alone in the house, except for Okiku. And Okiku was sitting at the foot of Tark's bed, watching him groan about being hungry. She wasn't annoyed by his moping, rather her wish for the need of food. When Okiku started moping herself, the boy on the bed brightened up quickly. Okiku moved her mangled neck so that she was looking at Tarquin through her black locks.

"Takeout!" He shouted excitedly, beaming at Okiku's confused face. "I want Chinese food." Okiku just blinked, watching as he picked up the phone and dialing the place. When he got off the phone, Tarquin was silent. After a couple of seconds, he flopped back down onto his bed whining about how they were taking too long. The onryuu got up and walked out of the room, leaving Tarquin wondering where she was going.

He followed Okiku out into the hallway to see her standing on the ceiling in the middle of the kitchen. "What's up, Ki? Oh wait, you are." He chuckled at his own lame joke, while Okiku just gave him a weird look. Sighing, Tark sat down on a chair, watching Okiku, waiting for the food. When the doorbell rang, Okiku quickly disappeared, and Tarquin got the money for the food. Thanking the woman, he took the food inside, seeing Okiku on the ceiling.

Grabbing a fork, Tark started devouring the food, getting longing looks from the ghost. She walked over to him, hair hanging down close to the food. "Hey, I don't need hair in my food, I have enough of it in my mouth each morning." Okiku backed up, giving him some space, just to drop to the floor. He sees her staring at the food and says, "Oh. You want food, don't you?" She nodded weakly, making Tark feel slightly guilty for some reason.

"You… you can't eat though, right?" Again, Ki nods and looks at the food. "Why are you making me feel so guilty!" Tark exclaims. Okiku lets out a response in worn and misused voice, "I mean not to." The boy looks up at her, and sighs. "Damnit Okiku." And he continues to sadly stuff his face with his food.