Monkeys and Misakis

Chapter Three: Savage Pineapple

The stovetop dinged. The pineapple fried rice was done.

Misaki told Saru to go and set the dark wood, rectangular table while he poured the rice onto their preferred plates, placing the juicy, soft yellow colored, pineapple on it to top the piece off.

As Saruhiko was finishing up folding the napkins, Misaki went to the table with China plates filled with food in hands. He placed two out of three of the plates on either side of the heads of the table while he placed Hana's dish on the middle of the side. Saruhiko went to grab utensils while Misaki went for the salt and pepper if needed.

When all three were finally seated, Saruhiko grimaced at his plate. His plate was filled to the brim with fried rice (which included vegetables) while the biggest slice of pineapple that Misaki cut laid on top. He swore under his breath about Misaki's knowledge of his malnutrition, but he couldn't blame his lover, it was actually for Saruhiko's wellbeing. Saru just really doesn't like fruits or vegetables.

Looking up from his plate of food to gaze at Misaki's face, he could literally tell what he was thinking.

You better eat all of that damn food Monkey.

Probably.

Sighing in defeat he waited for Hana to elicit the traditional Japanese prayer before eating. Clapping her hands she said,

"Thank you for the food!"

Saruhiko and Misaki followed suit. Misaki picked up his utensils and dug right in, loving the taste of the tangy pineapple. On the other hand Saruhiko was picking through his food with his fork, trying to find a section where no vegetables laid whilst Hana had already made a mess without even touching the damn table or any of the contents on it.

"Hana, use your napkin and utensils,"
barked Yata, but not too loud in fear of hurting his daughter's feelings.

Hana did as she was told which thankfully resulted in less of a mess for Saruhiko and Misaki to clean up.

Just like Misaki, Hana loved the taste of the pineapple. Saruhiko snorted as he wondered why they couldn't have something unhealthy for once.

"Saru, eat your food," snapped Misaki.

"Yes, yes...," Saruhiko grumbled under his breath.

Forcing himself to eat the contents, not risking making Misaki irritated once again for Misaki was not a morning person.

After they finished eating, Misaki went to collect the once pearly white but now gunk filled plates and to start cleaning them while Saruhiko went to clean up their glossy, dark table. Once Saruhiko was done with his task he went to clean Hana's messy, food filled face.

Before sauntering over to Misaki, Saruhiko went to place a kiss on Hana's fair skinned temple, softly ruffling her black locks in the process.

When Saruhiko moved his way to Misaki, he moved behind him so he could wrap his arms around Misaki's waist. Once his arms were wound around Misaki, he started kissing up and down the crook of his neck. Misaki relaxed into Saru's touch, losing all tension. Even though Misaki loved the feel of Saruhiko holding him from behind, loving him, he didn't like leaving Hana unattended.

"Saru."

"Hm?"

"Can you go give Hana her morning bath?"

Placing on last loving peck on Misaki's neck, he unwound his arms to go and tend to Hana.

When Saruhiko was once in reach, he picked up Hana so she could latch herself onto his neck.

"PapaSaru?"

"Hm?"

"That was a damn good pineapple wasn't it?"

Stopping in his track, Saruhiko gave Hana an extremely funny look.
"Where did you learn to talk like that?"

"Uncle Kamamoto and some of the other boys from HOMRA taught me that," she said grinning.

Oh man did Kamamoto have hell to pay after telling his precious Hana words like that.