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Who:

x_yuki_eiri (Eiri)
WhereYuuko's room
When: Tonight
Rating: PG
Summary: Yuuko and Eiri compare strawberries to eaters in a quite symbolic way.
the Story:

Eiri hadn't visited Yuuko in over a week. A visit was long overdue, although, he wasn't looking forward to another one. He was finished with Yuuko's antics, her riddles, and her suggestions. On his way to the kitchen, he passed her room. He stopped briefly at the door, he wasn't planning on entering.

The door was ajar. There was the inviting arouma of pumpkin and cinnimon coming from inside, and a quiet humming. Really, she was not the sort to potentially seek out customers, but her customers generally did not forget that it was she who was being paid for services, not the other way round.

The smell coming from her room made Eiri wrinkle his nose in disgust. He wasn't fond of incense or pumpkin. He opened the door slightly with his foot. "One could only wonder what is behind door number one. It smells in here." He pushed the door open enough to get in. He was only there to complain about the smell, that was what he told himself.

Yuuko, who was dressed as a pilgrimess was cooking pumpkin pies. She held up one with a smile, something that looked rather .... odd for her. "Have a slice." She said simply.

He raised a suspicious eyebrow, "What? No tea today?" He shut the door to its original position and walked over to the chair he always sat in. It may as well be his, he came here more often than not. Taking out a cigarette, he lit up and took a drag. "Perhaps this will flush out that awful scent."

"I doubt it." She said with a spreading grin. She sliced a piece of warm pumpkin pie and topped it with a delicious whipped cream. "To an extent, it controles all our actions. However, your least likeable trates are all your own." She placed the pie, with a fork, in front of him.

He knew she was speaking of the mansion, but he refused to respond to her comment. He dipped his finger in the whipped cream, taking it off of the pie and eating it. He left the rest of the pie alone. "Pity that brat doesn't know how to cook."

He could always be taught. The strawberry seems happy to oblige."

"Used to be," Eiri put his feet on the table, staring out to the far corner of the room. He hadn't seen Shuichi much at all lately. Which was fine with him, but he did wonder what he was up to when he wasn't bothering Eiri. He still had a difficult time trusting him.

"Used to be?" A brow rose as she pushed his feet from the tabke.

"Thats what I said. Do you have trouble hearing as well?" he put out his cigarette in the middle of the pumpkin pie where the whipped cream had been.

"Elaborate."

"No," Eiri said defiantly. "Why should I have to explain his actions for him?"

"Because you brought them up darling Eiri-kun." She said simply as she ate her own piece.

Eiri leaned his head back against the chair. Did she know about Shuichi's little discovery? He should have never taken the box out in the first place. It would have been better if he stuffed it in a drawer when he first set eyes upon it. "Always speaking to me like a child. I wonder," he lifted his head up and looked at her, "How old you really are Yuuko."

"A lady never reveals her age. Besides, I do believe we were speaking of your lover and his actions."

"I'm sick of that subject," Eiri grumbled.

"Are you?" She asked as if it was in passing. Why ever are you sick of the subject of strawberries?"

"Because after awhile, strawberries rot."

"So do the ones who eat them."

"Unless they were already rotten to begin with," Eiri folded his arms and rested them against his chest. Perhaps he could get a nap in, perhaps not. That smell..it was slowly getting to him.

"Ahh, but then would the rotten strawberries not fit the rotten person perfectly. Just a little too sweet with just a lot too sour." She stuck her tongue out at him

He opened one eye to see her sticking her tongue out at him. "They were not rotten before. They only became rotten to suit their rotten eater. A stupid move, don't you think?"

"I think that the strawberry is not rotten, it is looking for a constant affirmation of love from it's eater, who is not rotten either, simply annoying at times."

Eiri let out a small grunt, "It's eater cannot offer more than they already have. Try as they may, a strawberry is strawberry, and the eater is an eater."

"True, but the eater must bend, as must the strawberry." She wondered if he had realized he had started to understand her words more as he entered more frequantly, or even that he had been coming in of his own free will.

"Bend too much and the strawberry will be anything but. The eater as well." He rubbed his forehead, "But the strawberry will always been eaten. It is the duty of the eater, even if they do not will it." Eiri had soaked up alot of information with Yuuko and he found it much easier comparing strawberries and eaters than it was to put his own name and own self out there.

"Except that the eater was once a strawberry. Perhaps, the eater needs to re-learn some of his former life's traits."

"The eater is done looking into the past. It is dead and should remain so."

"Then the eater ought to be able to remove the dome of impenitrableness that has occured from such a past. At least for the strawberry."

"As you have said, the dome is impenitrable. Even the strawberry has difficulty removing it. I doubt it will ever. The strawberry should be grateful for what it has done already, a dent. Does that still account for something? Its unfortunate the strawberry doesn't realize that though. Therefore, it is its fault."

"Perhapse the eater ought to tell the strawberry what it has done."

"The eater dissaproves." Eiri said gruffly.

"And why does the eater dissaprove?" She asked, a small smirk crossing her lips as she licked the end of the fork. How one could do so amusedly the mun has no idea, but as this is Yuuko, she somehow managed it.

He raised an eyebrow. He knew she expected an answer, she always did. She would push him to the edge, and she knew how to do it too. Yuuko was skilled. Eiri didn't want to admit it. "The eater expects the strawberry to do at least that. If the strawberry is too stupid to comprehend, then what more can it expect from its eater. To not notice a difference is foolishness upon the strawberry's part."

"Perhaps the strawberry notices, yet is unsure where such a change occured, since the eater still treats the strawberry as a strawberry and not as a shortcake."

"Since when did the strawberry get upgraded to a shortcake? The eater treats the strawberry exactly how it deserves to be treated. It will never mature to a shortcake," What was she getting at. Eiri was already aware of this.

"Ahh, but the eater does not see the value of the shortcake."

"And what value does the shortcake hold? The strawberry will never be a shortcake simply because its lack of ablity to do so. for it to become a shortcake, there is little rationality to that."

"Then the eater values the strawberry very very much."

"And how did you come to that conclusion?" Eiri stood up, it was time for him to leave.

"The eater shows it through his being, even though his actions and his thoughts. You ought to tell him your thoughts more, before he shies away in fear."

"Hmph. The eater does not want to burden the strawberry with such trivial matters of the mind or its being." Eiri grabbed the plate, he would take the pie with him. Maybe he would take out the cigarette and give it to Shuichi.

"They are not trivial if they are from you to him, that is his mind." She stood, taking the plate from him and handing him a small box. "If you wish to give him pie, give it to him unused."

Eiri didn't say anything. He took the box and headed out of the door.

And Yuuko couldn't help but smile. Really, the man was like an open book, badly written with a torn cover, yet one could not help but turn the page.