Author's Note
Another odd drabble, sort of post 03, though before epilogue. At least the idea wasn't quite as random as the other one. But why can't I come up with a good at least decent one-shot length plot for Tamers? I love the season...you know what, I think I just thought of one. Never mind my childish whining, though we must at some times embrace the dear little child within us...oh shoot, another drabble idea.
Recall that Renemon stated that digimon are not classified into genders, hence why Guilmon is referred to it as opposed to him/her.
Anyway, enjoy and R&R. And first person to review gets to request a oneshot (which, if it gets too extensive, may turn into multichaptered) from Digimon Seasons 1, 2, 3, 4, or a combination. Two rules though. 1) No sexual content, and 2) No slash. I don't write slash, and I don't want to risk the sexual content seeing as though different people have different places of drawing the line. Where I draw it will probably be very different from where someone else draws it. Though I should be able to do anything else, generally speaking.
Disclaimer: Can't think of anything not redundant, so the usual. Don't own digimon.
Kitchen Chaos
Guilmon's trying to make Guilmon bread. Shame he can't quite manage it.
Guilmon & Takehiro M/Mr Matsuda/Mr Matsuki
Rating: K+
Genre/s: General
'Guilmon wants Guilmon bread,' the red digimon, semblance of part dinosaur, part lizard cheered as it scampered excitedly about the Matsuki's kitchen. Takato was, predictably when there was homework that needed doing, at the park, not taking his partner with him for the simple reason to safeguard him against the chaos it was bound to cause, despite the increasing tolerance of digimon in general after the world-wide catastrophe involving the D-Reaper.
After all was said and done, many things changed. But many more remained the same, two of which were Guilmon's appetite, and his love for Guilmon bread, the second of which Takato's father, Takehiro Matsuki, had to be blamed for. After all, it was he who introduced both the idea and the prototype, and the red digimon's childish longing could not survive till the parent's returned home, Mei Matsuki from a friend's out, and Takehiro from the convenience store, which conveniently was not exactly located where one would call walking distance.
So it set about trying to make it itself. Hence why a half hour later, the floors, various utensils, not all of which were useful at the current time, and the top of Guilmon's head, were covered in flour and broken eggs, while black smoke fogged the oven, steaming slightly out of the creases of the partially shut apparatus and swirling with the white powder to give the impression of a black and white movie, though lacking glamour.
'What happened to the bread?' the part dinosaur, part lizard, blinked, not realising the sticky yellow substance running down the back of its neck, nor the clear liquid which was mostly responsible for the flour sticking to various places in the kitchen, or the mess in general, strictly speaking, save the two charcoal pieces of 'bread' which sat on the tabletop.
Which is how Mr Matsuki came home to find his room of pride and joy.
'I wanted Guilmon bread,' Guilmon said sheepishly, displaying the two black lumps, all which he had accomplished.
'Did you have to destroy the kitchen in the process?' Takehiro muttered weakly.
'I tried not to.'
Somehow the innocence made everything seem so simple.
