Ramen

Misaki stared in horror at the foul-smelling, quivering, blackish mound of – of – what? He couldn't even think what to call it, this unidentifiable mess, this disaster befouling their dining table, that somehow Usagi-san was pronouncing food.

No, it simply couldn't be remotely edible. Meat, vegetable or just plain rock, Misaki couldn't tell the difference. Yet Usagi-san was standing so proudly next to his creation, a smug smile spread across his face, and god knows, he'd spent five hours in the kitchen concocting this special meal that wasn't fit even for the lowliest demons in hell. Starving children in the world's poorest countries would flee from the hand offering them this as nutrition.

Usagi-san pulled out a chair and beckoned encouragingly at Misaki to take a seat. His smile started to fade, however, as Misaki's green eyes widened in fear and he began to back slowly away from the table.

"Misaki, aren't you hungry?" he asked anxiously.

Misaki opened his mouth but no words came out. He was truly in torment. He knew how hard Usagi-san had worked to prepare a special birthday treat for him and he desperately didn't want to upset his lover – but at the same time, he simply couldn't stomach the idea of having to – stomach – that 'food'.

"Er… Usagi-san…" he started, desperately trying to think up an excuse. "I forgot to tell you this morning before I met up with my brother… There's… There's a big firework display down by the river tonight and I'd thought we could have just got some street food and sat and watched the show. Kinda romantic, you know… But-but this is a lovely surprise! I'm just as happy to stay in with you and enjoy this… fabulous… er, feast…" his voice trailed off as he stared once more at the 'delectable treat' Usagi-san had prepared for him.

But he was in luck, he had spoken the magic word – even after all his effort in the kitchen (in which he had sustained several not-so-minor injuries), Usagi-san would never pass up on an activity that his Misaki found romantic! Striding forward, all thoughts of the dinner he had cooked already forgotten, he grabbed Misaki's hand and led him out of the apartment.

Thirty minutes later and Misaki was sitting on the soft, cool grass on the riverbank, Usagi-san pressed closely at his side as they watched the multicoloured lights burst across the sky. They had the little secluded spot to themselves and it really was romantic, Misaki reflected. This had turned out to be a wonderful birthday evening. And it was made even more wonderful at the thought that the hideous mess in their dining room would be sent straight to the bin – maybe it wasn't five star dining, but in the end, you couldn't go wrong with a simple cup of ramen in front of a spectacular firework display in the company of the one person you held dearest.


A.N. Lots of sop... :D Hope it pleased!