when the gales of November come early (kishmet) wrote,
when the gales of November come early

Fic: Spice

Now you all get to see what I write when I'm sick like this. :D;;

Spice, by kishmet. Fuji/Eiji, G, 750 words. I finally wrote something shorter today! Sort of a sequel to this fic, though not really. XD I should have something else up later, too, if I'm lucky.

“How about this one?” Eiji leaned forward eagerly as Fuji put a spoonful of the newest concoction in his mouth. Fuji chewed and swallowed, then flicked out his tongue to catch the last of the food from his lips, tapping the spoon thoughtfully against his chin.

“Give up?” Eiji asked, hopping onto the table next to the lunch he’d made for Fuji. He grinned with the hope that he’d finally managed to make something that would fool even Fuji.

“Of course not,” said Fuji, smiling up at him. “Cayenne pepper, and a lot of it, too.”

“Awwwww,” Eiji said, not really disappointed. “You always know!”

“What the heck are you guys doing?” Momo asked curiously, sitting down next to them and depositing his box lunch there, along with an entire armload of cafeteria sandwiches.

“Playing a game!” Eiji told him. “Momo, do you want to play?”

“I don’t know,” said Momo, suddenly suspicious. He glanced at Fuji. “What are the rules?”

“Well, Eiji makes me a lunch like this,” Fuji said, pointing to the box in front of him.

“I like this game so far,” Momo said, nodding. “But what’s the catch?”

“Catch?” Fuji asked innocently. “There’s no catch.”

Eiji tapped Fuji on the nose and laughed. “Don’t lie to Momo, Fuji! There’s always a catch,” he confided to Momo in a stage whisper. “Fuji doesn’t like games that don’t have catches.”

“I figured,” said Momo, giving Fuji another wary look. “So what’s the game?”

“See, I make the lunch for Fuji,” said Eiji, scooting over so that he was closer to Momo. He picked up one of the rolls from Fuji’s lunch, holding it out so Momo could see. “And it looks okay, but in each one, I put something that shouldn’t be there.”

“There was cayenne pepper in the last one,” Fuji put in. “And whipped cream in the one before that.”

“Oh,” said Momo, staring, dismayed, at the good-looking box full of food. “So they’re all that way?”

“Yup,” Eiji said, nodding emphatically. “Fuji likes it that way.” He wrinkled his nose. “Fuji likes weird stuff in his food anyway, so we make a game out of it. He has to try to guess what’s in them, and I have to try to fool him.”

“Right,” said Momo, looking to his own food for comfort. “I think I’ll stick with my regular lunch.”

“Are you sure?” Fuji inquired.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure,” said Momo.

“Here, Fuji, try this one,” said Eiji, holding out the roll he’d shown to Momo. “I bet you won’t be able to guess.”

Fuji accepted it and ate it. He sat there for a moment or two, then he raised an eyebrow at Eiji. “I think you’ve fooled me this time.”

“That’s because…” Eiji dissolved into giggles before he could finish the sentence. Next to them, Momo started coughing and hacking. “Water!” he gurgled, looking around desperately for something to drink.

“That’s because there’s nothing wrong with it!” Eiji told Fuji, pointing to Momo’s lunch and laughing again. Some of Momo’s food looked exactly like Fuji’s, and there would be no way to tell them apart…aside from their taste, that was.

“I don’t think he likes it very much,” Fuji said, covering a smile with his hand.

Eiji finally offered Momo his own glass of juice. “Here you go!”

“That was mean, Eiji-senpai!” Momo managed to say, once he’d gulped down the entire glass. “You switched them, didn’t you!”

“What?” Eiji asked innocently. “I wouldn’t do something like that.”

“Sure you wouldn’t!” said Momo, covering what was left of his lunch with his hands so that no one could get at it. “I’m never trusting you again. That had wasabi in it!”

“Wasabi?” Fuji asked, his eyes lighting up. “I would have liked to have that one.”

“You guessed right!” Eiji crowed. “You win, Momo!”

“I don’t want to win, and I never want to play this game again,” Momo said, shaking his head vehemently. He eyed his lunch as though unsure whether the rest was all right to eat or not.

Eiji pouted. “Fuji! He doesn’t like our game!”

“You’re right, he doesn’t,” Fuji agreed. “Maybe we should find someone else to play with us, don’t you think?”

“You shouldn’t do that to-” Momo started to say, when suddenly he spotted someone across the lunchroom. He grinned slowly. Eiji and Fuji waited expectantly, exchanging mischievous looks with each other as they did so.

“Hey, Echizen!” Momo called. “Want to come play a game?”
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