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029: SUSHI
It was a slow process. He first noticed when he started to chew a sushi roll Kazuho had brought over and realized it didn't taste quite right. He knew it wasn't the sushi- Kazuho's sushi was always very good and her husband's was even better.
Yoite chewed it slowly before swallowing. It tasted... he didn't know. Like rice maybe, but nothing else.
Yukimi was watching the television, so Yoite stole a piece with extra wasabi off his plate. He ate the sushi, one hand clenched in a fist at his side. He could taste the wasabi, but it didn't make his face pinch like wasabi usually did.
His hearing had been first. That started going out about a month ago. And now, his taste.
Yoite pushed his unfinished plate aside. He should be excited about this. He was disappearing, just like Hattori had promised. But instead...
"You're done? Already?"
Yoite looked up at Yukimi standing over him, empty beer can in one hand and dirty plate in the other.
"Yeah."
"You sure?" Yukimi leaned over to grab Yoite's plate, stacking it atop his. "You're not getting sick again are you?"
"I'm not." He drew his knees up to his chin, arms wrapped around his legs. He felt tired, but he always felt tired now. Yukimi looked skeptical, but he didn't push it-just disappeared into the kitchen. Yoite could hear him running the water in the sink, the dishes clacking together. He listened to everything, because he didn't know how much longer he could.