Adapt [Eat]

[esp_dragon]

Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Kentas has chocolate.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 942
Total word count: 10,581
Status: Work in progress



Takeo frowned when he walked into the living room. "Kentas," he said, "are you feeling okay?" Kentas was uncharacteristically huffing on the sofa, looking as uncomfortable as Takeo had ever seen him.

It took a few seconds before Kentas answered him. "No."

"What happened?" Takeo said, moving closer.

Kentas frowned. "I don't know. I had something brown to eat and my stomach disagreed with it."

"Something brown?" Takeo murmured, frowning. ...Wait. "Was it sweet?"

Kentas let out a loose chuckle. "Yeah."

Oh. Jeez. It was good Tao hadn't heard that; Takeo could just picture his face at hearing that. "It sounds like you had chocolate."

"And it makes people feel ill?" Kentas grimaced. "Why do people eat it?"

"For a lot of people, it doesn't but uh." Takeo paused, not sure how to bring it up.

"But?" Kentas repeated, waiting for him to continue.

Takeo sighed. He couldn't let Kentas ask Tao, though Tao would just tell him straight away as well. "Chocolate is known to be poisonous to canines..."

"Huh." Kentas frowned. He didn't seem offended by that.

"Does M-21 react in the same way?"

Takeo shook his head. Tao had made enough jokes about it and they'd seen M-21 eat the chocolate the children had offered him that it was obvious he wasn't affected in the same way.

But...when was the last time had he seen M-21 eat chocolate? A couple of weeks now, now that Takeo was thinking about it.

It wouldn't have been as obvious now because Tao had stopped joking about it. But if Tao heard Kentas was affected by chocolate, he might start watching M-21 again.

Kentas closed his eyes. "My healing should kick in soon enough but urgh." He grimaced.

Takeo nodded. "Would you like some company?" It had been a while since he'd had something in his system that disagreed with him, but he could empathise with the feeling.

Kentas nodded, already turning towards him as Takeo sat down next to him.

* * *
M-21 raised an eyebrow when he saw Kentas peering at a batch of brownies Frankenstein had made a couple of hours ago. "They're not going to bite you," M-21 said with a snort, picking one up and eating it.

Kentas watched him do that, going as far as to watch him swallow. "It felt like they were biting my stomach. Hm." He looked at the batch again before selecting one, turning it over. "Takeo said chocolate is poisonous for canines."

M-21's other eyebrow went up. "I would have expected Tao telling you that." Why would Takeo bring that up? They already knew long ago he wasn't affected by chocolate. But...'biting his stomach'?

Kentas sniffed the brownie before wrinkling his nose and setting it down again. "I'd been feeling unwell after eating something else — that's why Takeo told me."

M-21 frowned. "Huh." So werewolves really were affected by chocolate? He shrugged, moving to the fridge."There's other stuff you can eat anyway."

It wouldn't take too long to prepare.

* * *
M-21 hissed, his stomach declaring his displeasure at him, making him curl up on the sofa. "What the fuck?"

"What's wrong?" kentas said, looking at him in worry.

M-21 stayed silent for a few seconds, habit of ignoring his symptoms and acting like nothing was wrong. He growled, scrunching his eyes shut. "I don't think I can eat chocolate anymore," he admitted through gritted teeth.

Kentas nodded, moving closer. "I thought Takeo said you could?"

"I did!" That was what didn't make any sense! How the fuck couldn't he suddenly eat chocolate? "Tao's going to have a fucking field day with this," he muttered, swallowing as his stomach rolled, like it wanted to get rid of everything inside it.

"I don't think he will," Kentas said, drawing him into a hug and M-21 curled up against him, taking in deeper breaths.

"Don't think that's a good idea..." M-21 said, trying to control his breathing.

Kentas chuckled, rubbing his back in soft circles. "If you're sick, I can wash up. It's nothing."

"Maybe." M-21 closed his eyes, taking in his scent.

"How does someone fucking randomly start getting sick from eating chocolate?" M-21 grumbled. He knew the shit that bodies could go through, but that?

Kentas rubbed his shoulder. "Could it be because of Frankenstein's modifications?"

...Wait. M-21 raised his head to look at him, frowning. Frankenstein's modifications hadn't just stablised him, but they'd also... "I'm getting affected by chocolate now because I'm stronger?" That couldn't be-

"Hng, maybe?" Kentas said with a shrug.

"Shit." The nausea seemed to hit a plateau, not enough to make him actually puke, but enough to be felt and make him feel uncomfortable.

M-21 gritted his teeth, clutching the clothes at Kentas' shoulder, hoping Kentas would just think it was because of the wave of pain going through him.

He was stronger than he had been before, but at the cost of his humanity. The stronger he became, the more and more he was becoming like a werewolf.

There wasn't much he could do now, and he didn't want to reverse the process, not when that meant he would end up weaker.

But he hated the fact he was losing himself piece by piece along the way.

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So this was supposed to be a lighthearted thing, but it ended up more serious. As most things do, pfft.

This might have a couple of different variations to it, since I was talking with people about this idea over on tumblr, heh.