The Fork Made Me Do It (as known as The Twinkie Defense)

Kento was staring at his plate. He was waiting for something to magically appear and he was certain if he waited long enough something would happen. Certain because Cye was cooking.

"Kento, honesty, it will take a few minutes before the pancakes are done so you can stop staring at the plate. It will come when its ready." The bigger boy growled, but his eyes didn't waiver.

A few minutes later, with a nice plop, three pancakes were slabbed on the saucer. In second, really just a blink of an eye, they were gone.

"Keep eating like that and you are gonna get indigestion." Cye warned, going back to the oven top.

"Yes, mom." Kento groaned, rolling his eyes.

"I'm making one more set for you Kento, and then I have other work to do." Kento nodded oddly, still watching the plate. He was thinking of licking it. Licking things was always fun.

Cye dropped off three more pancakes, and gave Kento a gently pat on the head. With that, he disappeared out of the kitchen, leaving the hungry boy to devour his pancakes and wish for more.

Kento started twiddling his fork around, flipping the thing into the air and catching it with his other hand. He did this about five times when on the sixth it hit a minuet piece of dust in the air, sending it off kilter, missing Kento's hands. He looked at the offending dish ware, wondering why it would betray him in such a way.

"You stupid..." He mumbled, grabbing the piece of metal and was about to toss it across the room when he thought he heard something... Looking around viciously, he was certain he was alone. But he could still hear a whisper of something...

He glanced down at the fork, surprised to see the four prongs bent wildly, each in a different direction. If he didn't know better, it almost looked an anime character's hair cut...

"Kento, will you stop staring at me? I have been humiliated enough by getting shoved into your mouth whenever you eat, you can avoid undressing me with your eyes." Kento screamed, dropping the fork and scurrying as quickly as he could across the room and on top of the counters.

The fork righted itself, sighing deeply. "Humans. Jeesh. You're their loyal dish ware for months on end and when it comes to finally showing your true colors they throw you. 'Thanks for everything, all the food you've shoved it, now go!'"

"Y-Y-Y-you're my fork." Kento stuttered out, watching intently as the silver ware bobbed up and down in what might of been a nod.

"Would you rather be talking to a sand dune?" The thing smirked back.

"No, no, no, no, no," Kento kept repeating, burying his head in hands. "This isn't happening. Fork's don't talk. I'm just sleeping somewhere, day dreaming somewhere, doing something else beside talking to my fork. It's a hunger induced hallucination. Whatever that means, but it sounds like something Rowen would say to make me feel better... " His voice trailed off as he watched the fork do some sort of jig across the table, swaying its imaginary hips. It was singing in a child like voice. It paused suddenly, looked directly toward Kento and hissed, "You're thinking in Japanese! If you must think, do it in German!"

Kento blinked, whispering back one of his favorite excuses. "Thinking is a dangerous habit."

The fork started to twitch and grew two large fangs and screeched, "Red rum!"

Kento twitched, the fork seemed to smirk, and the fear of the gods was smacked into the boy. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kento went running from the kitchen at full neck speed, not stopping to open doors or watch out for people. A nice Kento sized hole was created in the front door, but even that hunk of wood didn't stop the boy. He didn't stop running until a parked Mack truck happened to get into his pathway. Slipping down to the pavement below, Kento drifted off into a concussion induced sleep.

(Back in the living room)

"Ryo, you are evil." Mia muttered, frowning at the Kento size hole in her doorway. "Practicing ventriloquism on the poor boy."

"Well, maybe now he will eat less. Your grocery bills will be lower." The black haired boy next to her smirked. Mia paused, rolling around the words in her mind.

"Ryo," She mumbled, turning away from the cold breeze coming through the door, "you are brilliant. But any psychiatrist bills he needs you are paying for."