Jelly
by Nezuko, Prince of Rats
This is a work of derivative fiction based on the manga "Naruto" by Kishimoto Masashi. Genma and Raidou and the world in which they live are the property of Kishimoto-sensei.
Genma stared at the translucent brownish substance smeared on the toast Raidou handed him. He picked it up and studied it from several angles, tilted the slab of crisped bread this way and that, watching the glassy gel ooze slowly in the direction of gravity. He even sniffed it, quickly pulling his head back in an elaborate pantomime of disgust, like a cat who'd stuck its nose into a bowl of sake. With a shake of his head, Genma set the toast down, pushed the plate away from himself, and scowled.
"I'm not trying to poison you, you know." His scar-faced breakfast companion didn't even look up from his newspaper. Just sipped from the large mug of murky black in his hand.
"Raidou, it's nasty."
"It's gourmet. You wouldn't know nasty if it bit you on the ass."
"You could bite me on the ass - that'd be nasty." Genma smirked and waggled an eyebrow.
"Not the point." Raidou refused to acknowledge the bait and shoved the plate of suspect toast closer to Genma. "Try it."
Ignoring the 'delicacy', Genma stood up, ran a hand through his still sleep-mussed hair, and padded across the small kitchen to retrieve a carton from the refrigerator and a pan from a hook on the wall.
"Only you would even consider coffee jelly. I'm having eggs."