A/N: OHHH MY GOOOOD! Hi people! It's been a while, yeah? XD I've been soooo busy lately, I'm soooo sorry, but I started a new Yoite and Miharu fanfic for you

guys. ^^ It's called the 5 senses. ^o^ Chapter one is taste, yayz~! I have so much news for you people, so I'll try to make it quick. This weekend I'll be at Zenkaicon,

I shall be performing a skit, I'm trying to get my drivers permit and get school work up and over with. One month left! . So... That's it. XD So there is some smexy

moments, so for those who don't like those, don't READ. That means you Broby. -_-'... Sorry, she hates anything lighter than a small peck. XD

~Misty

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Taste

Yoite lifted his head up, his nose getting a light scent of something catching his attention. He looked away from his window next to him and looked around the room, but no one was there, not even Yukimi who was normally sitting at his desk, typing his life away for hours on end. There was no one with him, yet there was still the scent of something delicious obviously in the air, toying with him, playing with his dying sense of smell and his empty stomach.

'Maybe it's the neighbor...' Yoite though solemnly before turning back into his original position; arms wrapped around his legs, knees pulled up to his chest and chin behind his legs. He looked outside through the window to the slowly falling snow, briefly wondering if the snow could at all smell what he was smelling, but then he scolded himself. Of course snow couldn't smell things; was he being stupid? He wondered another moment if this was part of the injured child, crying out for attention, getting the best of him.

He could still smell what was being made in the air, and as if it were mocking him, his stomach gave an unpleasant lurch; it hurt, he was hungry, how could his stomach do this to him. There was a clink next to Yoite, something that made his head lift up rather quickly and look down; next to him was a plate of Okonomiyaki. Yoite lifted his head up again saw Miharu standing beside him with a smile, a spatula in one hand and a mug with something steaming from it in the other.

"Eat up," Miharu said with a grin.

"Miharu?" Yoite questioned. "When did you get here?" Yoite asked. Miharu handed Yoite the warm mug that warmed up Yoite's hands as he took it from the younger boy. Miharu stretched his arms over his head, sighing as his back cracked and turned around, preparing to head back to the small kitchen.

"I got here about fifteen minutes ago, didn't you hear me come-" Miharu asked, but he stopped, shutting his mouth. Of course Yoite didn't hear him, Yoite couldn't hear much these days, Miharu ended up speaking rather loudly so Yoite could hear him. "Um..."

"Thank you..." Yoite said, taking a sip of his drink. From the scent, Yoite could tell it was lemon cider; he was so happy Miharu had come by to give him this. He looked down at the Okonomiyaki on a white plate on the floor and realized that the intoxicating scent that he had come across earlier was Miharu's cooking. He swallowed down before putting the mug of lemon cider down and grabbing the plate to eat. He began shoving rather large amounts of the Okonomiyaki into his mouth, feeling his stomach growl rather loudly, begging for Yoite to swallow already.

"Hey Yoite, slow down, I don't want you choking." Miharu kidded and gently touched Yoite's shoulder. "I guess you're hungry."

"Very," Yoite said after swallowing, stopping from eating for a moment to take the mug of cider and drink it to help the food slide down his throat. He could feel his stomach already thanking him for the food as it stopped clogging his throat.

As Yoite began eating some more, Miharu looked at him and smiled sweetly, watching every movement the older boy made. He watched the food collide with the fork and was brought up to his thin lips, those lips parted sweetly and delicately to grant the food access before it disappeared into his mouth. Yoite's eyes stared with a glimmer of gratitude and happiness down at the food, though they seemed glazed over with boredom and apathy, Miharu could see the true value of his distant gaze. It was rather cute in his opinion, it was like a child looking at a soft and plushy stuffed animal for the first time, their eyes would sparkle as they hold the stuffed animal between their thin arms; Yoite was very much like that.

"Miharu." Miharu blinked his big green eyes and noticed that Yoite, though still eating, was looking at Miharu from the corner of his own blue eyes. Most people would find a glare as strong as Yoite's to be frightening or threatening, but Miharu took that as a sign that Yoite was still able to see, still able to see him, and that was enough for him.

"Huh?"

"You're staring at me," Yoite said with the mug close to his lips.

"Oh, sorry; I was just wondering if you liked it." Miharu asked, pretending all previous thoughts were never there in the first place.

"Yes." Yoite said, placing his mug down. Miharu only now realized that the plate of Okonomiyaki was gone and the mug was nearly empty. Miharu smiled and picked the empty plate and fork up, leaving the mug behind for Yoite, it still held some lemon cider left in it and Miharu was sure Yoite wanted it. Miharu walked to the kitchen to place the empty dishes in the sink and walked back to room where Yoite was sitting on the floor and stretched his arms over his head.

"So did it taste good?" Miharu asked, walking over to the couch. Yoite opened his lips, as if preparing to answer, but he paused. Miharu kicked his feet back and forth on the couch, looking over at Yoite and waiting for an answer, but nothing came. "Yoite?" He asked.

"I... Couldn't taste it..." Yoite mumbled solemnly. Miharu stopped kicking his legs and tilted his head; so he had been right, Yoite couldn't taste it. Miharu looked down at the floor, not sure what to say or what to do; he wasn't sure if he should be sad for Yoite or relieved, he thought maybe it depended on what Yoite though. "I'm sorry..." Yoite mumbled.

"For what?" Yoite asked.

"I can't taste it." Yoite crossed his legs together and sulked over them, sighing inward to himself. Nothing was fair to him. Miharu looked at the poor older boy and frowned, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt; he could help but feel like this was his fault in some manner, but now all he wanted to do was help Yoite taste the food he made. Suddenly, the little demon within him suddenly had an idea, if Yoite couldn't taste it, then why didn't Miharu just help him taste it.

"It's okay," Miharu said with a smile. Yoite blinked and looked up at Miharu, silently questioning him without saying anything. "I'll help you taste it." Miharu said an hopped off of the couch.

"How," Yoite asked. The food was gone, there weren't any leftovers for Miharu to taste; so what did Miharu plan to do? Miharu sat on his knees next to Yoite with a soft smile, completely ignoring Yoite's question. Yoite was prepared to ask again what Miharu had in mind, but he was cut off suddenly, so suddenly he wasn't sure if he knew or could remember how to breathe.

Miharu pressed his lips against Yoite's and kissed him. Yoite's hands quickly gripped at Miharu's thin shoulders, eyes wide with surprise and other emotions he wasn't even sure how or what to name, he didn't know there were this many emotions to show pure shock. Yoite muffled a whimper with surprise before he felt something akin to Miharu's tongue slide past his lips and meet his own, caressing it gently. Yoite's whimpered again against Miharu's soft lips, his nails digging into Miharu's shoulders through his gloves as the younger boy wrapped an arm around his waist, the other at the base of the Kira users neck. Yoite clung to Miharu's shoulders as the little devil gently lower him to the floor, cradling his head softly so Yoite didn't get injured in his fragile state.

Yoite wasn't sure what was going on, what was happening, he wasn't even sure how to react, all he felt he could do was hold onto Miharu for dear life and let the Shinrabansou do what he was going to do. So he let him, he let Miharu kiss him; he let their tongues dance together, though he didn't know if he was doing it right. Miharu's left hand trailed along Yoite's side, making Yoite's back arch off of the floor while Miharu's right hand caressed his soft cheek gently. Yoite couldn't help but mewl to the advancement while his tongue awkwardly fumbled with Miharu's; he had no idea what he was doing, and he couldn't help but wonder if Miharu knew what he was doing himself.

Miharu hovered over the older boy and let his tongue slip away back into his own mouth, pulling his lips away from Yoite's mournfully, staring at Yoite as the older boy began panting for air. Miharu had momentarily forgotten in his state of desire that Yoite wasn't as healthy as Miharu was, so one simple kiss was too much for Yoite, even if it didn't last long. Yoite turned his head to the side, breathing in deeply while attempting to avoid any other surprises Miharu had in store for him and stared blankly at the floor and wall. He noticed from the corner of his eyes that Miharu licked his lips and paused before smiling.

"You know what lettuce and beef taste like, right?" Miharu asked. Yoite looked up with dazed eyes at Miharu, eye brows furrowing in confusion.

"... Huh?" Yoite asked with a scratchy and tired voice. He didn't really understand what Miharu had asked, he couldn't really think straight anymore.

"I said: You know what lettuce and beef taste like, right?" Miharu asked with a small hitch of air in his sentence and a soft smile. Yoite stopped to think about it; did he even remember what those two things tasted like? After a long moment, he finally did remember, he also remembered he never really liked the taste of lettuce, but anything to him was fine, he got so hungry these days that he couldn't care less if he could taste it or not. After a long moment of waiting, Yoite finally nodded his head to Miharu.

"Then... Just think of those two together, and add whatever sauces you like." Miharu smiled to him and finally released the boy, sitting off of him and no longer hovering over him. Yoite sat up from the floor quickly and scooted closer to the couch, pressing his back and head to the arm of the couch and holding his arm over his mouth. His normally pale cheeks were colored with a soft, pale pink color of a blush, his eyes downcast in embarrassment; he wouldn't say he disliked the kiss, but...

"So is it good?" Miharu asked. Yoite seemed shocked by the question, mistaking what Miharu had asked for something else.

"What?" He asked, voice muffled with his cost sleeve.

"The Okonomiyaki, is it any good?" Miharu asked. Yoite tried clearing his head of any previous thoughts to focus on what Miharu described to him. Lettuce, beef, those things suddenly became unclear to him and now he was trying to think of the taste of them together again, he thought about it for what seemed like hours even though it was more likely minutes.

"Uhm... Yeah," He said, turning his head to the side to look away from him.

"That's good," Miharu said, clapping his hands together. "Well then if you ever want more, let me know, okay?" Miharu smiled and stood up from the floor, stretching his arms over his head again and sighing quietly as his back cracked gently. From the corner of his big, green eyes, he could see Yoite blushing furiously to the previous statement, the thought about ever getting more made him blush madly with embarrassment. As Miharu walked out of the room, he smirked and licked his lips with devil wings flapping on his back; he was a better cook than he thought he was.