Everyone's Gay | Food Fantasy

Bonus Chapter (Tequila × Fish & Chips)

Tequila always love watching the waves crashing against the cliff where he stood, listening to the soft ripple of the waters beneath him and he would spend hours upon hours just sitting on the cliff, staring out into the vast ocean.

The main reason being that his Master Attendant used to take him there.

"Master Attendant, why are we here?" He asked the young attendant who dragged him up the cliff, where he could hear the ripple of the water and the crashing of the waves that immediately made his worries wash away.

"Mother used to take me here and teach me how to paint." They smiled as they looked over the cliff, immersed in the hypnotising sound. "It became my favourite place to clear my mind after her... death."

Tequila slowly made his way beside them, where he sat down on the dewy, bright green grass that gleamed in the sun, running his hands through it. "Is that so..."

They looked down on him with a smile and extended a hand towards him, saying with enthusiasm in their voice, "If you want, I can teach you how to paint!"

Tequila sat there with his mouth agape at the sudden request, but the corners of his lips curled up into a smile and answered,

"I would love to, Master Attendant."

Tequila gulped down the hitch in his throat as he gripped the necklace of a paint brush his Master Attendant gave him before they died of an unknown disease, tears building up in his eyes that he fought so hard not too.

"Master Attendant, I'm sorry." He whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks and he made no effort to wipe them away as he shoved the necklace in his pocket, his legs weakening with every step he took closer to the edge of the cliff.

His eyes took in the chaos of foam and water rippling about, softly clashing against the rocks on the bottom, making a soothing sound that reached his ears before his body fell forward, letting it relax and closed his eyes as he braced for impact.

He didn't feel anything even though he should hit the cold waters and the spiky rocks by now.

Instead, he felt as if he's been embraced by many arms, the waves wrapping around his slim figure like a newborn child in a blanket that caused him to relax and let the water works burn his eyes, inevitably and uncontrollably cascading down his cheeks at a rapid pace.

He slowly sat up, biting down on his lower lip as he tried to fight the tears, lamenting the fact that how - how did the waves know.

A hand softly touched his cheek, a gentle sensation like the foam brushing against his pale skin, wiping away the tears and washing his face from the grasps of the salty tears that left trails in its wake.

"Oh no," He heard someone whisper in front of him, causing Tequila to hesitantly open his eyes, taking in the figure of a male with pale blond hair and dressed in knight-like clothes, a sword sheathed on his left side. "We cannot destroy something that has loved us so beautifully; so dearly."

More tears rushed down his cheeks, choking on the hitch in his throat as he tried to make out a reason, perceiving the male generously wiping his tears away once again with the refreshing foam, the waters beneath swaying them similar in that of a slow dance to calm the crying male.

"Y- You don't understand," Tequila cried out, his hands curled into fists, trying to steady his breath. "I‐ I didn't fall - I jumped."

"Dear, you should not have done that." The male firmly yet gently grasped Tequila's shoulders, the waters depleting from under their feet until they could feel the ocean floor, the water slowly forming around them in a dome as if to protect them.

Tequila let out a unsteady breath, wrapping his arms around his shaking frame to preserve the warmth, puffy eyes burning from the dried tears.

"Your Master Attendant has told me a lot about you." The male spoke, a smile gracing his lips as his hands reached forward to tenderly clutch the other's hand in his own, running his thumbs over his gloved knuckles. "Every night, they would come here and speak whatever's in their mind."

Tequila looked skeptical, so he questioned the other male with hesitancy evident in his voice. "Did... Did Master Attendant talk about me at some point?"

"You were the highlight of every conversation." The blond male chuckled softly, a small smile gracing his lips. "They believed there is someone who controls the waves of this specific ocean, so they rant everything and anything even though they couldn't see me or hear me. That's the main reason why they go here so often and stay for hours on end."

Tequila calmed down, gripping his hands and released a breath he didn't know he was holding back. "It's a shame they didn't make it to see you..."

"It really is a shame." The blond male frowned before realising one thing he should've done long ago. "Ah, my name is Fish and Chips, yours?"

"...Tequila." He hesitantly replied after a solid minute of silence, his eyes threatening to close due to exhaustion from crying so much, his body visibly relaxing.

He felt Fish and Chips pull him into his embrace, slowly lowering them down until they sat on the ocean floor, his legs drawn close to his body.

Tequila rested his head on his chest, listening to his rhythmic heart beat as Fish and Chips shifted their position so he is sitting between his legs (which are in a pretzel-like shape), Tequila's body looking like he is being carried bridal style.

Tequila couldn't help but smile as he caved in to the darkness that oh-so desperately wanted to consume him, heartbeat in sync with Fish and Chips as he dozed off in his arms.