TiAmo-Bastardo

     "Eat," said Kaoru, pushing a bowl of noodles in front of the ailing Emil. The warm steam caressed his porcelain skin, flushed with fever, and Emil, inhaling it, coughed. Kaoru sat on the side opposite to him, away from the kitchen, watching the other closely.     When Emil didn't pick up the fork Kaoru had set out for him, he found his chin roughly pushed up as Kaoru, using his own chopsticks, set a bundle of noodles to Emil's pale lips. Kaoru's deep amber eyes stared into Emil's fever-bright light purples ones.     "I said eat. You won't get better if you don't," commanded the Asian teen, forcing the noodles past Emil's unyielding lip