Okay, so this was incredibly fun to write. XD
Eyes' fridge was tall and silver. Taller and more silver than any fridge the three kids had ever seen; Eyes' fridge was like a god. A very neglected, often lonely god, but the thing was huge – just looking at the unopened door made them drool. So much food could fit inside – a hundred melons for Rio, no less, and that's what she was looking for when Ryoko pulled back the door. In all honesty Kousuke just wanted to see something to drink, something fizzy, preferably, but he knew as well as Rio and her imaginary treats that anything fizzy to drink in Eyes' penthouse was a luxury similar to that place you always dream of going to, but die without seeing.
The door swung open, the light flicked on, and it was as if a light came to life in each of their faces as well. It was a light that they had long thought was gone, but it had survived, and it was singing now while they observed the shelves; full to bursting (and it was bursting) with packets and boxes and cartons. Things were even struggling to stay upright!
Never before had Eyes' fridge been full.
Ryoko let go of the door handle without realising. Her eyes widened, the doubtful contours running along her brow melting away to a look of pure surprise. An alarm was going off in her head; Eyes wasn't so bad. Look, he was feeding them. She was sure he was expecting them – he'd gone out and actually brought food. He loved them! For the first time, this much was clear…
It was Kousuke's jaw that fell the furthest – clattered to the floor and remained that way. His tongue twitched a little as he surveyed such a heavenly sight. Suddenly he didn't want to drink – he wanted to eat. He needed to eat. Suddenly it felt like he hadn't eaten for a year or four. Suddenly he needed to devour everything he could see.
Two dainty hands had shot up, and Rio continued to cover her mouth as she struggled for words. Her gaze darted about the ominous fridge, briefly running along a word or two before vanishing to examine the next item. There was more food in this fridge than there was in the food shops, she was sure. If she had been happy in those few moments, it was merely a speck of dirt compared to the way her lights brightened when she tuned in to the familiar melons on the bottom shelf.
Eyes hadn't really worried about letting the trio loose in his kitchen. He was perched on the stool, back to the piano, nursing his mug of steaming tea.
He listened without much reaction to the screams coming from his left. He disallowed himself to even look in that direction – when he even heard something shatter on the floor and failed to catch any recognition from Kousuke, Ryoko or Rio, he still didn't permit himself a glance through the open door to the kitchen.
He clung to the memory of what once was there. A spotless floor, all white and silver and neat. He knew where everything belonged – but even he didn't think Kousuke, Ryoko or Rio ever belonged in his penthouse again when he saw the empty fridge and later found the destroyed contents all over the floor.
Pfffft. I love them~