(A/N) I have been wanting to write this one-shot for a while! I'm glad I finally got around to it! ^.^ Also I love getting reviews!
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"I'd Rather Not Know"
Rentaro was just staring at what she was holding in her hand. He was trying very hard to resist puking. His sensei was holding a bed pan full of purple goo and a few globs that resembled eye balls. He gaped when his sensei sunk her fork into one of the 'eyeballs' and took a bite. She must have misunderstood his expression as jealousy somehow, though, because she poured a second serving and handed it to him. How anyone could want to eat that was beyond him. He just held his 'food' while searching for a topic of conversation. He desperately tried to think of why he even came to this place. Even though their location was listed as the Magata Public University Hospital, it looks more like an evil layer in his opinion. Really, if it was a hospital, how come he has only spotted dead people here besides them?
He was pulled out of his internal rant when his sensei finally spoke up. "You're not going to eat yours?" Now that he noticed, she was staring at the 'food' in his hand.
His gaze shot down to his share of the goop and felt sick again. "You can have it, I've already eaten…" He offered, ready to get rid of it through whatever means necessary. Placing it on the blood stained table next to him, he wished to just forget about the muck-like substance. Then a thought crossed his mind and his curiosity got the better of him. "S-Sensei?" He started shakily and gestured at the slime on the table. "Where do you get this?"
Sensei smirked deviously. "Well, you see…"
Rentaro suddenly felt worried. His sensei was looking especially evil, and he was wondering if he was going to be kept up at night because of whatever she was about to say. Many possibilities of the food's ingredients popped in his mind. Of these the one that most disturbed him was dead gastrea parts. He knew it was most likely false, but it made him sickened all the same. Before Sensei could tell the glop's origin he cut in. "You know what, I think I'd rather not know…"
Amused by his sudden reluctance, she just murmured, "What were you thinking of?"