KENTO REI FAUN
Fine cuisine; French, Italian, Chinese. Food of every culture filled the table before him. Snake Surprise and chilled monkey brains from India. Stir fried orange chick and deep fried sugar donuts from China.
This was HEAVEN.
Kento lost all thought of proper table ettiqute. Cye wasn't here. Neither was Anna. He didn't care. He was hungry. The Snake Surprise was a surprise. He'd try anything. It tasted like chicken. He liked it, but not enough to take a second bite.
Cheeseburgers, hotdogs, pizza, pasta…
Plate upon plate appeared in front of him. It only took him seconds to finish each plate. But then, things got strange.
Dessert was served, but Kento couldn't seem to grasp anything. The mini M&Ms flew around his head like in the commercials. Twizzlers bounced here and there and everywhere. Black licorice laces tripped him countless of times as he chased after the rogue candy.
This wasn't heaven anymore. What's the point if he can't get at the candy? Soon, everything changed, and he found himslef being chased by the candy instead of the other way around. He ran fast, trying to get away. He was cornered in the room, with nowhere left to go.
There was a sudden flash of blue light when all seemed lost. Kento looked up after sheilding his eyes to see the most beautiful female figure made out of candy. Her dress was made of cotton candy that was blue, purple and pink swirled. Her skin a blemish free milk chocolate color. Her eyes were blue gum dropps. She was stunning, and litterally made his mouth water.
She looks a little like Anna, he thought.
"What did I tell you about your sugar intake?" she asked. "Too much could turn on you."
The Anna duplicate charged the army of sweets, taking them all out. Soon they were on the floor, regular, motionless candy that they should be.
Kento opened his eyes slowly into the darkness of his room. The bedside clock said four in the morning, and his stomach said get up and feed me. He was tired, but the call was too great. He tried to ignore it. Should he go back to sleep, or should he get some food?
He got up and made his way to the kitchen.
That was the most difficult decision he could ever make.