Irritation

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The door slid open and Kyouko stepped out, biting her lips. Her eyes narrowed towards the kitchen.

"You in?" Kyouko knocked the wall beside the door.

"Hm." Keta responded with a deep hum.

"And what're you upto, Keta?" She giggled softly, as if being apologetic. But as just as she entered, her eyes went wide.

"...you're eating?" Her posture broke and all of a sudden the tone changed. Her lips twitched to a sudden smile.

"Seriously? Leaving me to starve by myself?"

She raised her tone, and rolled her eyes.

Keta's mouth hanged, his chopsticks stuck in air.

"Didn't you hate what I suggested?" Keta wiped the cooked rice from his mouth. The bowl made a small tap on the table.

"So?" Kyouko spread her arms, "Does that mean you can eat?" She made a large 'O' with her lips, eyes blinking in shock.

"... I guess, it does?"

"No way!" Kyouko immediately stomped the floor, biting her lips. Her eyes glazed towards Keta— his lips, his bowl.

"What're you upset about?" Keta asked, keeping his expressions and voice largely neutral. Internally though, he'd expected this outcome.

"C'mon you aren't that clueless! Even a child can see through this!" Kyouko's snarls reached a high pitched tone, something that didn't sit right for Keta.

"I'm not a child." Keta muttered.

"You're a son!" Kyouko yelled, chest heaving for breaths.

I'm a former-son to be precise. Keta thought, internally. He'd be putting oil inside the fire if he said that aloud. Though, he made a expression like he didn't understand her words.

"..a son of a bit—" Kyouko cut herself right on spot.

"Couldn't say that aloud, could I?" She smirked, waiting to see the reaction.

So my mom's a bitch? Keta also preferred not to say that aloud. It was the first time he'd heard someone use this slang.

He lowered his head, face expressionless. "...sit down. I'll prepare a quick—"

"No need!" Kyouko shoved into his bowl, pulled the chopsticks from his grip, nearly snapping it. The food went entered into her mouth a dozen times faster than it pass through the foodpipe.

"—This'll do!" Her mouth was already half-filled when she said that.

..? Keta sat there, frozen.

GRR. His stomach made a subtle sound.

The sticks rapidly clattered against the blue inside of the bowl. The bowl almost covered half of her face.

And then—

BAM. The table shrieked from the impact of the bowl.

"That's expensive." Keta stopped the bowl from falling down the edge.

Kyouko huffed, beating her chest for the food to pass through the pipe.

"Water—" Kyouko choked and rushed to try sink.

"Argh!" Her mouth recoiled, spilling back most of the rice she chugged seconds ago.

She grabbed the edges of sink, taking deep breaths.

"WATER." She managed to utter, her hands trembled and so did her legs.

Water... Keta thought getting up, wiping his lips with a little splash of water.

"WA—" Kyouko's breaths slowed down, her limbs buckled and she knocked the floor with her knees.

The sink stinked chewed yolk with the cooked rice. Keta pushed her trembling body out of the way, by hand.

"... Jerk-ass, give me.. a bottle.." Her eyes became watery. Her mouth widened to take in air.

"It's in the fridge." Keta said calmly, letting the water from the tap clean the mess.

THUMP. Kyouko kicked his ankle. "I am.. dying..!" She groaned with her broken voice.

Keta looked down, very down. Kyouko looked insignificant.

My eyes are blind. Keta thought, eyes scanning her body.

"The Queen Of Melodrama." He hufffed, lowering himself to her face. It looked pathetic, almost comparable to dirt itself.

DOOM. He beat her back with his fist.

"ARGH!"

Keta's ankle turned yellow ochre. The bits of rice sticked to the slimy, warm fluids on Keta's ankle.

"Argh..!" She cuffed her neck, her chest rising new heights, but on the other hand, her drool completely wet her upper clothes, letting a sleek view of what lay inside.

DOOM. Keta beat the same spot again, this time with greater force.

"...!" A large white solid spongy thing came out, crashing on the floor and mixing with the yellow fluids.

"..huh..huh.." Kyouko gasped, hands slowly trembling away from her neck. Her limbs also stopped shuddering.

Kyouko's eyes swarm over the room, top to bottom, Keta was nowhere to be found.

"Keta... Where are.. you..!"

Her knees trembled, and slipped. Her hair was undone and it too, reeked of her vomit.

The dim light of the kitchen made navigation difficult for her.

"Keta...!" She groaned again, her voice rising with each passing second.

"I'm right here."

She froze. The words came from her right.

She looked up, eyes unable to focus on the bright white light.

Keta sat, comfortably on the desk. In his hand, was his phone— the torch pointed towards her on the floor.

".. huh?" Kyouko's left eye fumbled.

He was filming her.