A short Cyborg-centered drabble. Titled Meat vs. Tofu for reasons you'll see.

Not much to say, just I'm very sorry for lack of updating.


As Cyborg finished off his third rib and moved onto his fourth, he chose to ignore the glares he received from his green teammate and best friend. He knew why Beast Boy hated meat so, why it disgusted him to think about eating it. Everyone else knew it, and they tried to respect it best they could.

Cyborg wanted to respect it; he just couldn't bring himself to it. It wasn't that he was bothered by the fact his friend was vegan; he was bothered by the tofu.

Tofu was too much like most of him: man-made, unnatural, and a substitute for something else. It reminded him that he wasn't fully human; it brought back the little voice in the back of his mind (what was left of the human part) that told him he shouldn't still be alive.

But meat and dairy, they were real. They were produced by something else that was living (although rather sadistic on the meat part), like he had once been. They were genuine, nothing like him.

Now Beast Boy wasn't as stupid as Raven tried to prove, but Cyborg did admit the poor boy was fairly clueless. To him, Meat vs. Tofu was a playful banter. To Cyborg, it was battle spun up by his mind; a war that raged inside him.

"Ugh! Dude, how can you eat that? Doesn't it bother you that you're eating something that was once alive?"

Cyborg made a face. "Man, come on. You know I don't like tofu, he said, taking another large bite of his fifth rib. Under his breath, he muttered, "I hate that stuff."

Just like you hate yourself.


That last line bothers me...I could've written it better. Oh well, I'm in a rush. I don't want to lose my writer's focus so I'm working on drabbles as I try to get creative for my stories.

Anyway, review if you'd like.