Cake Eating

They stood around the island eating the remains of ____’s cake in varied enthusiasm. Well, not entirely “varied” considering Gackt was the only one who was poking at his serving as if it would soon sprout legs and run off given the chance.

“Ya know…” Cha began, sitting cross-legged on the opposing counter, “it’s impolite to not eat something when it’s put in front of you.”

“Unless it can put you in a coma from a sugar overload. And it’s impolite to put your ass anywhere but in a seat in other peoples’ houses. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”

“I live here.”

“I bought the counter.” The guitarist chuckled at Gackt’s response and quickly went back to his cake. Glancing over at You, the vocalist found his friend quickly making his rather large piece disappear. “Ne, want mine?”

The violinist swallowed and was about to respond when he was cut off when Masa walked into the kitchen from the attached dining room where he had been chatting with Ren. “You have to at least try it, ne? One bite and then You can have it.” He smiled and leaned against the counter next to Cha.

With a sigh, Gackt took a forkful and swallowed it down. It was very good. The chocolate icing was rich as all hell though, and he knew that another bite would send him running for the bathroom for another purging session in front of the porcelain god. Sliding his plate across the island to You – who had by this point finished his piece – the vocalist turned and leaned back against the counter, stretching his legs out straight before him as he regarded both Cha and Masa with an expression that just wreaked of the “Happy now?” variety.

“You are you gonna eat his piece too?” Looking over his shoulder, Gackt watched as a very incredulous Ren came into the room with an empty plate. When the violinist nodded, swallowed, and shoved more into his mouth, the redhead shook his head and sighed, “Where the hell does it all go…?”

Swallowing again, You replied, “The same dimension Cha sends his liquor.”

Gackt whipped around and pointed vindictively at his co-producer. “Ha! I knew it!”

Cha muttered, “Damn…You, you weren’t supposed to tell anyone – now they found us out.”