Chocolate Cake


"Soubi, I'm hungry."

So they go to the store.

Ritsuka stalks the aisles, and Soubi watches as Ritsuka walks through the row of food items that sit on shelves far taller than he. His fingers run lightly over the different products, and Soubi can't help but marvel at the look on Ritsuka's face, a look that seems much too inquisitive for a twelve year old, let alone a twelve year old boy picking out groceries with his male companion, as Soubi has begun calling himself in his mind.

"Soubi," Ritsuka calls from the next aisle over, "Over here." Soubi has been trying to walk slowly; trying to take in everything in the row without passing up anything that he might want to taste, but Ritsuka continuously plows forward into the section of the grocery Soubi has not yet visited.

"Can we get this?" Ritsuka looks up at him with eyes of innocence that have red trimmed edges, and while Soubi knows somewhere in his mind that it's happening, he cannot feel it when he grows colder.

"Cherry cake, are you sure Ritsuka?"

"Yeah," Ritsuka mumbles it, because normally he wouldn't ask for something like that. Normally he wouldn't ask for something that would bring him pleasure.

Soubi's fork clanked against the fine silver plate as he watched the chocolate substance gradually disappear as it made its way past his lips. It was one treasure he would allow himself.

The silence in the room was dissatisfying, and the quiet took the room in its unknowing stealth. "Soubi," a boy with silken kitten ears called, "Don't you think that you've had enough?"

The fork that was clanking against the plate stopped it motion as it went from cake to table top's plush covering.

"Maybe next time," Soubi states as he turns and walks back down the aisle. The chocolate cake will have to wait.