Mephiles's POV

The next day, I awaken to the sound of Amelia ringing the breakfast bell. What? She got up that fast and was able to make breakfast? I guess she must be a stronger hedgehog than I originally thought. I rub the sleepy dust from my eyes and get up. I don't really feel like food, but I will at least make an appearance at the table, to see Amelia if nothing else. You see, even though I have a mouth now, I haven't really liked food. There are very few few foods that I found I actually liked, so usually I just don't eat at all. It doesn't have much of an effect on me, since I am used to not eating because for so long, I used to not have a mouth at all.

I make my way slowly down the hall and into the kitchen to find Amelia cooking waffles, bacon, eggs, and hash browns for breakfast. I smile at her and sneak-hug her from behind. She nearly falls into the stove.

"Holy...Mephiles! What are you doing up?" Amelia asks, shocked. The time on the digital oven clock reads 8:30AM.

"I should be asking you the same question." I state.

"Oh...well..." she scratches the back of her head embarrassingly. "I was just going to get breakfast started early so it would be ready for you when you woke up. I was feeling better so I thought I'd make a home-cooked meal."

"I see." I say, not mentioning the fact I don't really like eating. I sit down in a chair and await her to finish eating. I clutch the Red Chaos Emerald that I took from Shadow yesterday to teleport back home, in my hand. It glows slightly and helps me to heal my wounds faster.

Amelia's POV

I watch Mephiles sit in the chair and can't help but smile at him. I turn back to the waffles and whatnot, humming to myself. I couldn't be happier that I did what I did. I am sure Mephiles is glad to be freed, and me, I think I am getting new feelings for him. But I'm really not sure weather I should say anything of them. I mean, we just met! And I don't think Mephiles understands being more than just friends yet, and I am a little scared of what his reaction may be. His darkness is still there...I sense it all the time I am around them. When he's calm, it's less detectable but when he's angry about something, whether he tells me or not, I always know because I sense his darkness flare. What if he snaps when I say how I feel? What if his darkness decides to consume him and make him destroy everything? It'll be all my fault! No. I won't let it happen. I will keep my thoughts and feelings about Mephiles to myself until he speaks about it, or his darkness is under some kind of control (which for some reason I doubt it ever will fully disappear). I take the food off of the griddle and put it on some plates.

"Here's some food." I say nicely, putting the food on the table.

Mephiles's POV

I watch as Amelia puts the food on the table, and sigh. I really don't want to eat right now. However, I don't want to make her feel upset or like her effort was wasted, so I sit up in my seat and pretend I want to eat the food. I serve up a plate of food and try to eat. However, I just find myself stabbing my fork over and over in my eggs, causing the yolks to spill out onto my plate, not to mention make a racket on the glass plate. Amelia gives me some orange juice (which I feel is most disgusting). I continue to stab my fork into my eggs, making a racket, the yolks now all over my other food. I just cannot seem to bring the food to my mouth...just stab at it. Amelia looks up from her meal.

"Um, why are the yolks of your eggs all over your plate?" Amelia asks, taking a bite of her hash brown. "Do you not like the food I made?"

"I do like it...I just like eating it this way." I lie, not wanting her to get upset because of my food problem. It's not her fault I never really want to eat. It's not anybody's really. That's just how it is. I grab my fork and try to eat, but again, find myself stabbing at the food. I finally just stab my fork in my waffle and look down to my hands, looking at the Red Chaos Emerald in them. I roll it around on the chair a bit until Amelia looks up again.

"Mephiles, yous still haven't touched your food." Amelia says, looking a bit worried. "Is something wrong? Please tell me."

I don't answer, hoping she'll just let it go. I continue to look at the Red Chaos Emerald in my hand. I toss it from hand to hand.

"Please answer..." Amelia says after a few minutes. "If my cooking stinks, please say so. You're not hurting my feelings any."

I sigh, still not wanting to say what the issue is. I continue to look down. Suddenly, I feel Amelia wrap her arm around me.

"Please...what is the problem?" Amelia asks. "Please tell me."

"Fine." I sigh. I close my eyes, and then look to Amelia, opening my eyes. "You see...well, I don't really like eating..."

"Don't like eating?" Amelia asks, shocked. "What in the name of Chaos-"

"I know...it's weird." I interrupt. "But you know, I used to not have a mouth, right? Well, I'm used to that, so I don't really care for food. No offense to you or anyone else, that's just how I am."

"Well, you've still got to eat, whether you feel like it or not!" Amelia says. "And you will! I will do everything in my power to make sure you do eat too. You are not going to starve because "I don't wanna eat". No. You are eating! The end!"

"And how am I gonna force myself to eat?!" I yell, getting annoyed. I seriously don't want to discuss this problem anymore and want it to just be dropped. "If I don't wanna eat, then I won't eat."

"I will make you eat then." Amelia says. "You are not going to go hungry! You need to eat or you will never recover, and if you never recover, then you are at risk of Shadow killing you! Is that what you want? Do you want Shadow to destroy you?!"

"And why, why do you even care that much about it?!" I yell, feeling my dark emotions rise as my temper starts to flare. "We just met and all of this is none of your concern at all! So I don't even get why your nose is even in it!"

Amelia's eyes well up with tears. Oh boy, I guess I just hurt her again. At this point, too bad so sad. It was Amelia who started this argument, not me. I tried to warn her, but she insited to go on.

"Well?!" I shout. "I am waiting on you to answer."

"Why...?" Amelia asks through her tears. "B-because...I care about you. And not just at a friend...I...l-love you..."

I swear, I just passed out...

Well, so Amelia finally lets her feelings out. How is this going to affect everything? Find out next chapter! I hope you enjoyed, reviews welcome!