Note: This story used to be titled ｹｰｷ, after the first chapter of this fic. I changed the title to Slices of Tsubasa specifically because I changed this fic into a multi-chapter that's not just about cake. Every drabble I post will vary in themes. Some will be humorous. Others may be shippy. Please refer to my profile page if you are curious about what ships I might include. All of them will be around 500 words, give or take, and I will label each entry.
Small Intro: This was originally a part of another story. However, the scene did not fit, and it broke the flow of my story. In a sense, this is a drabble, just a small slice-of-life scene I could not discard. Also, this is not intended as a Syaofay(?), as I do not do that pairing. This is very light fluff, and though there is some innuendo, pairings are subjective.
About the title, yes, I am a dork. ｹｰｷ is Japanese (katakana) for cake, pronounced ke-ki.
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Fay always equated love with baking; he tried to explain the concept to Kurogane once, but the man was more interested in his vanilla bean cake than philosophical musings. "What does this have to do with anything?" he told the mage gruffly, already disgruntled that Fay had sneaked him a bite while he was talking. He did not complain about the taste though. However, Kuro-sama was not the type to listen to abstract musings, so Fay took his musings to Syaoran instead, a much more susceptible target.
"You see, love is like baking," he exclaimed sagely. He leaned in close to Syaoran and watched his expression.
With the cake halfway to his mouth the boy wondered, "What do you mean, Fay-san?" Syaoran shifted as if the chair all of a sudden became uncomfortable, and Fay pretended to take no notice.
"I was just thinking that of all the things you add to cake – eggs, milk, flour, sugar – you never can taste them. You see, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts; however, each individual ingredient is just as important as the next. You never would get quite the same result if you forgot an ingredient. Furthermore, the end product tastes nothing like the individual ingredients; you would never think you were eating eggs right now would you?"
"So what you're saying is that love is as complex as a cake?" Syaoran said between bites. He flushed as he chewed, probably thinking of his relationship with Sakura. Maybe he thought about all those moments he spent with her, both new and old, how his feelings gradually grew and changed, every part of their relationship that meshed into the giant mixing bowl called love.
Fay corrected, "No, I am saying love is as simple as cake." He took great amusement from the quizzical look on his face – little puppy. "You don't have to think about the individual ingredients to enjoy cake, though they're still there; just savor the taste. After all, we all like to taste something sweet every once in a while, even Kuro-sama likes to take a bite of a sweet-thing every now and again. Although he can be stubborn; sometimes, I have to practically shove it down his throat. He fusses at first, but then he starts to relax and enjoy himself. This can get messy and sticky sometimes, and sometimes we end up on the floor that way… Something wrong Syaoran-kun?"
The boy was gaping, his fork forgotten as it hovered near mouth. Crumbs and frosting smeared his cheek as if he had eaten blindfolded. In a high-pitched voice he asked, aghast, "Are we still talking about cake Fay-san?" His face was marked scarlet, and he put down his fork, looking at the cake as if he suddenly saw it in a new light.
"Yes, what did you think we were talking about?" He asked with eyebrows raised. He replayed his words in his mind and chuckled when he realized the innuendo. Syaoran would never believe that was completely unintentional, coming from him at least.
"I-I, thank you for the cake," he said in a rush, leaving half of the cake uneaten. Perhaps next time, Syaoran would appreciate it if he baked cookies instead.
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I find slight Syaoran-torture entertaining. Does this make me a sadist?