Lunch Break (Livingstill x Unryu)The priest hesitates in front of his creation.

“Is this really good enough” He mutters.

Red splattered around. Unryu holds a knife in his hand.

Sacrifices had to be made.

…

For his dignity that is. Unryu did not want to be outdone by that temptress when it came to lunch prep

The priest had done well in the presentation of his omurice, save for the tear on one of them. He would save that mistake for himself. Everyone deserved better, even the harlot, despite how she was.

The mess of ketchup splatter would have to be cleaned up later. Unryu found himself quite happy overall, each of the plates had Japanese characters written on them with ketchup.

Yamazaki’s name was perfectly spelled out, but Unryu simply wrote the character for “woman” on Naoko’s plate.

Dr. Livingstill is just written out with the characters for “doctor” of course. Spelling out his entire name wouldn’t fit on the omelet anyway. Although, there was still room to add more.

Earlier that morning, he and the doctor argued again. It was always the debate of evolution versus the existence of deities.

Livingstill thought that bringing the Great Inko Buddha to life with all the liquified humans would lead to the next stage of evolution intended for mankind. He believed in seeking out immortality and transcending death and was looking forward to keeping himself alive forever by any means possible, ironic to those who expected him to die young.

Unryu of course only had faith. Beliefs in a higher power. A voice whispered to him, telling him what was next for mankind. It wasn’t evolution, it was unity A world without hatred or war was on the horizon, once the great feathered one brought their judgment.

So because of this, the two often bickered. If it wasn’t that, then Livingstill was trying to use Unryu’s pet birds as lab rats, personal guinea pigs for his projects, rather than the revival he was supposed to be focusing on. Usually, Yamazaki was the one who got them to stop.

That wasn’t the case this morning. Unryu had caught Dr. Livingstill trying to feed something weird to his parrots. The priest proceeded to give him an earful about how trying to poison his birds wouldn’t extend his lifespan.

That was… perhaps a bit too harsh in hindsight, considering Livingstill’s reaction.

Livingstill had to deal with that nasty nickname that had stuck his entire life, all due to his sickly appearance. Even now, most people were surprised to know Livingstill was only in his forties given how gangly he looked.

Unryu would be lying if he said he didn’t pity the man. It wasn’t as if he hated the doctor or anything, far from it.

In fact, Dr. Livingstill somehow… despite everything, managed to get dates. Something that Unryu abstained himself from and Yamazaki showed no interest in. He wasn’t exactly sure how that was possible, but Livingstill managed to rack up a list of exes, some of which were most likely no longer alive.

“I should make it up to him,” Unryu sighs.

Perhaps it wasn’t so hard to believe, getting a closer look at him, Livingstill was perhaps a bit cute. He just needed to learn to keep his tongue in his mouth—

Wait, cute

Unryu shakes his head. What is he thinking

And even worse He was so lost in his thought that he drizzled hearts around the doctor’s omelet

“You big buffoon,” Unryu chuckles to himself, a blush across his face as he swipes the ketchup with his knife. “You can’t serve that to him for lunch He’ll laugh at you Ridicule you like he does when you talk about the great ones”

A Crusader goon makes the mistake of passing by the kitchen, seeing Unryu swiping the knife.

“Stupid, stupid” He laughs.

… covered in red.

The biker quickly leaves.


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“Why did you label my lunch simply as ‘woman’ My name is Naoko”

“Be glad I bothered to include you at all, vile temptress”

Normally, Yamazaki raises his voice whenever an argument breaks out, but he’s too focused on enjoying the meal prepared for him to care.

That just leaves Dr. Livingstill, staring down at his plate, he hadn’t touched anything on it yet.

… mainly because of the mess of ketchup and knife marks all over it.

“Why does mine look like some kind of crime scene” He mutters to himself. “Did I upset the priest that badly this morning with my experiments” 

He supposes that he did nearly poison Unryu’s pets, and it would be a lie to say the doctor didn’t enjoy a dark sense of humor, but still, this was quite uncalled for.

Dr. Livingstill looks up to see Unryu and the biker leader still bickering, not at all paying attention to him.

The doctor was a light eater anyway, sometimes even forgetting to eat at all, so it didn’t mean all that much. But he expects this level of presentation from an angry ex, not a coworker.

He takes one bite and is done with it. It’s good, but at this point, he might as well return the favor in petty behavior. Maybe Livingstill would go as far as to praise the girl for her efforts next time, just to ruffle Unryu’s feathers.

Chances were, this misunderstanding would bounce back and forth for a while until they learned to communicate their feelings properly, which would be never.