Disclaimer = I do not own D. Gray Man or any of the characters in this story. They belong to Katsura Hoshino. Please don't sue me!!!
Pairings = None
Rated M for Language (courtesy of Kanda)
Jerry's Cup of Tea
Chapter 1 – Kanda is scared
Jerry was bored. Everyday was the same. He got up early, made mountains of food for the Black Order people, cleaned up after them and then went back to bed. Everyday since he started working here it was the same. What he really wanted to do was not cook billions of kilos of food (mostly for Allen ^^), what he really wanted to do…
Was to go to a tea party.
That was what he really wanted to do. He wanted to dress up and drink little cups of tea and eat little biscuits, surrounded by the elite and the beautiful, chatting and gossiping about new dresses and wether or not they looked fat. But in the black order, there was no one that threw tea parties like that.
He sighed, making soba for the young (and moody) samurai. Kanda, with his amazing hearing ability, heard him sigh.
"What's wrong with you, you pink haired baka?" He asked, quite rudely.
"Nothing, don't worry." Jerry replied looking extremely depressed.
"Don't give me that shit! I know something is wrong with you!" Kanda replied, angry. Jerry probably thought that he was stupid and couldn't notice that something was wrong. An anger mark appeared on his cheek. Jerry yelped and took cover underneath his bench. This made Kanda even angrier and he stormed over to the counter and jumped over. He grabbed the chef by his collar. Thankfully there was no one else in the cafeteria.
"THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU!! NOW DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT ABOUT ME NOT WORRYING!!!" Kanda roared at the chef.
Jerry looked shocked and then his face crumpled and he buried his face in the samurai's shoulder and started to sob.
"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU'RE RIGHT!!!! I'M SUCH A FAILURE!!!" Jerry wailed.
Kanda was scared. He was never scared; he could face Noahs and akumas without flinching. But this was something different. He had always seen Jerry with a big smile. He was always happy.
"Ummm… what's wrong?" Kanda asked temptively. He wanted to run away. But he felt like he owned the chef. Hadn't he always made his favourite food three times a day? Hadn't he made it so perfectly good? Kanda had to do something to make Jerry better.
"I DON'T WANT TO COOK ANYMORE!!" Jerry cried.
Somewhere above them, Allen suddenly felt like fainting. He didn't know why.
Kanda was shocked. He couldn't let this happen. If he did, Komui would probably make someone like Lavi cook, and then… Kanda shuddered at the thought.
"Look…" He took a deep breath. "Why don't you want to cook anymore?"
Jerry snivelled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. He took a deep breath.
"It's not what I want to do anymore. In the beginning, I thought that this place would be different. I thought that there would be some people who could understand!!!"
"Understand what?" Kanda was seriously confused.
"That… that… THAT I WANT TO GO TO A TEA PARTY!!"
Solo: I was sick so I stayed at home. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first fanfiction ever!
I hope I kept Kanda in character.
Kanda: Why the fuck would I ever help anyone?
Solo: Cos I'm making you and cos I'm writing this story.
Kanda: I'll cut you with my mugen!!
Solo: Shut up or next chapter I'll make you dance in a ballet.
Kanda: OMG!!! WHAT!!!! YOU ARE EVIL!
Solo (evil grin): Right. So now you behave and go and help Jerry!
Kanda: Grumblegrublebakagrumblecutyoudowngrumblegrumblemugen
Solo: I'm sorry, what was that? You want to dance in a ballet?
Kanda runs away in fear.
Solo: Excellent (Mr. Burns imitation)
I don't own the Simpsons either.