A/N: Because my love for this pairing is absolutely insatiable.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, it seems that I do not own Bayblade. I do have my imagination to blame for the creation of this little piece of fiction, however.
1. Anorexic
Anorexic: (adjective) lacking or causing loss of appetite
The door to the room which Kia and he shares together is ajar, so Rei, clutching at the tray which carries the bowl of hot soup, peeks inside, his head popping cautiously in the gap of the piece of wood and doorway.
His gaze ventures to catch the blunette as he lies stationary in his bed, his head tucked in his pillow, his back to the ceiling whilst blankets drape over the slate-haired male's frame. His breath jags and hitches.
Surreptitiously, the neko-jin trudges over to his bedside, laying the tray down upon the nightstand which separates his and the ill Russian's bed.
"Kai," the brunette utters softly, puncturing the silence in the air as he shakes the captain's shoulder in a gentle motion.
No answer.
"I know you're awake,"
A soft grunt.
"You need to eat. You haven't had anything since breakfast this morning," Rei pleads quietly, sitting down upon the edge of the bed beside the blunette as he gazes down at him with his imploring amber orbs.
A lock of silken raven hair brushes against the Russian's arm. Slowly peeking open a crimson eye, Kai sneaks an incredulous glance at the concerned Chinese blader lingering over him.
"I made you soup," the brunette tries with a small smile.
After a few minutes of silence, the slate-haired man turns slowly to face his companion, before pushing aside the array of blankets in a laborious effort to lift himself up, much to the neko-jin's relief.
A bright smile carves across Rei's lips as he picks up the hot bowl of soup from the tray and tucks it in the blunette's hands, looking up at him expectantly to just eat.
Kai's gaze drops to scrutinize the steaming liquid which brings much warmth to his cold palms- slices of tender chicken dipped in a cream-hued broth, with bits of Hokkien roots added for good measure. Its aroma is crisp, enticing, delicious- but he shakes his head no. He doesn't want it.
"No," the brunette presses, desperate. "You have to eat,"
In a swift motion, he takes the bowl from the Russian's hands, gently blowing for it to cool down, only to spoon a substantial mouthful of the sapid hot liquid through his companion's lips.
Kia swallows. Rei retrieves the spoon.
"Better?" the neko-jin ventures, looking up at him in an inquiring manner.
Kai smiles.
"Better."
A/N: Critisisms are welcome, the strain taken to read this is appreciated, and reviews are much loved.