Eventide ~ a spicy noodles fanfic

Chapter 6. Casual work day

As the sun slowly rose, a bright Orange and yellow shined through Mk's blinds, causing him to yawn and stretch himself awake. He quickly whipped on a shirt and went downstairs to the noodle shop to help Pigsy open. As he unlocked the doors and such, Pigsy began to speak.

"There was a fresh batch made 2 days ago that I put in the fridge. Who was it?" He spoke avoiding eye contact. Mk immediately began to sweat remembered that he never cleaned the mess him and Red son made that one night.

"U-um.."

"I know it wasn't you. You can't make my noodles for the life of ya. Couldn't of been Mei. Shes still on that trip. You either came here with someone and cooked without my permission, OR I forgot to lock the doors which I KNOW I didn't do. Speak up, kid."

Mk stuttered hoping to find an excuse. "Uhhhh...it was probably a ghost..?" He shrugged with a smile. Pigsy scowls and walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge and takes out a container. He proceeds to heat up the noodles and boil them again.

He dips a spoon into the broth. Pigsy holds the large spoon to his mouth and smells it before opening his mouth. "Pigsy, I wouldn't do that if I were-" Mk said trying to run to him. An immediate burst of spice his his tastebuds. Mk noticed immediately as Pigsies eyes jolted open. He slowly turned towards Mk with a lifeless glare.

"Who. Made. This?"

Mk, being too terrified to do otherwise, tells him.

"Red son made them."

Pigsy gasps and tries to spit out the noodles hoping they weren't poisoned.

"They aren't poisoned! He just...naturally likes it spicy..?"

"Let me get this straight. YOU ALLOWED HIM TO ENTER MY KITCHEN AND MAKE A BATCH OF NOODLES?" He yells. As he yells, Tang enters the building through the door Mk opened that he had forgotten about.

"Is..this a bad time..?" Tang asks peeking his head inside.

"You couldn't have had worse timing." Pigsy scowls.

"Perfect!" He smiles and skips inside helping himself to his usual stool.

"Mk, continue." Pigsy speaks calmly now that Tang was inside.

He sighed. "Red son and I have become...friends.. I think?" Tang gasps unaware of the context as Pigsy slides him a bowl of the spicy noodles.

Tang takes a large slurp of the noodles, interested in my story and his tastebuds burst aflame, he wheezes while rolling on the ground and choking while Pigsy giggled evilly.

"PIGSY YOU SWINE!" Tang yelled loudly as Pigsy continued laughing.

"Sorry, Mk please continue.." Pigsy stopped laughing. "So..why did you become "friends"?"

"I-I saw him on a hill, alone and he seemed sad, so I offered a hand and told him that if he  needed to talk to someone, I was here. The next day, he told me he wanted to talk, and so we did. And then we made noodles in your kitchen and forgot to clean the mess..." Mk laughs awkwardly.

"Redson, eh? Never thought of him being the type to want a friend." Pigsy says confused.

Tang gets up and sits in his chair still wheezing from the spice. "YOU AND REDSON? F-F-FRIENDS????" he seemed excited. Tang then turned to Pigsy quickly. "PIGSY, COULD WE BE FR-" Pigsy immediately holds his finger to tangs mouth. "In your dreams." He scoffs. Mk laughs.

"I'm never going to accept this by the way. If he steps into my noodle shop, I won't hesitate to PUT. HIM. DOWN." Pigsy says passive aggressively.

Pigsy and Tang continue their fighting while Mk thinks. "Why did he want to talk to me? Why was he sitting on that hill? There must be something wrong..."