14th December – Hot Chocolate

"I'm sorry Komui, there's nothing to be done about it." Reever folded his arms sternly, staring down his nose at his Supervisor's tragic and hurt expression.

"Nooo!" Komui whined, flailing his arms as if he was being physically assaulted. "No more coffee?"

"Not until the new year. Jerry says the shipments were late this month, there's nothing to be done about. Of course if you didn't insist on such a specific and expensive coffee..."

"I NEED IT." He thumped his hand down on his desk, sending papers skittering to the floor from their precarious piles. "Reever, I need that coffee."

Reever side-stepped the avalanche of paperwork with a casual air born of experience. "I know you do, sir. To that end we have found a replacement. Of sorts."

He waved his hand, calling forward Johnny, bearing a steaming mug like a box of vipers. He laid it reverently on the desk in front of him, before dancing back a few steps to avoid flying items.

Komui sniffed the mug suspiciously before throwing himself back in horror. "HOT CHOCOLATE? You want me to drink hot chocolate?!"

"It's very festive, sir! Jerry put cinnamon in it and all..."

"Get out!"

Reever put his hands on Johnny's shoulders and steered him rapidly from the room, closing the door just as Komui flung a book at it.

Alone in his office, Komui sat back to sulk. He glared down at the mug and its creamy, warm filling as if it was just another piece of the vast amount of paperwork he had to do. It was a chore. A test to be overcome.

Festive indeed. There was nothing festive about melted chocolate. In fact, it was a disappointment in itself! Chocolate was something to be looked forward to, admired, enjoyed in its whole and perfect form. Melted chocolate was just a disaster. Hot chocolate, thus, was a disaster with milk. He poked the mug disdainfully, swirling the contents round. Delicately he dipped one finger in, twirled it, and withdrew it. He stared at the cream dripping down his finger. Really, it wasn't even hot. It was just mildly warm.

He forced himself to lick it off as it threatened to drip onto the notes he was supposed to be reading.

A moment passed, then another. Seas of happiness surged over his tastebuds, as he tried to battle the siren call to take a sip. He threw himself upward, looming over the mug as if he could stare it into submission. The mug stared back, calling to him with its sinful contents.

Shaking he raised it to his mouth, allowing himself to be defeated in the name of his thirst.

Reever tried to remain calm and composed as the door creaked open twenty minutes later.

"See? Not so bad, was it?"

Komui glared over the mug and shook a finger at his subordinate. "I want a mug delivered to my room on the hour, every hour."

Reever smiled smugly, waving a finger at Komui's lips. "Got a moustache. Sir."

Komui licked his lips furtively, trying to suck up the last remnants of chocolate, smiling gleefully until he realised that Reever was still standing there.

"I said every hour! It's almost two! Scram subordinate!"

Reever threw a mock salute and walked away, leaving Komui behind him, manically scrabbling in the mug to try and drain the last dregs of delight.

A/N: Not so pleased with this one, but it does amuse me. Ever had a proper hot chocolate, with melted chocolate and cream? It's like an explosion of pure JOY in your mouth. Seems Komui feels the same way.

Thank you to my anonymous reviewers this week. I'll see you tomorrow with another one.