And here we go again with a new drabble, excuse the randomness, it's just a little something I wrote to get past my writer's block and onwards on the path of being creative!
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"Every artist was first an amateur."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
„Come on, stop laughing! " Kakashi demanded, his face a clear pout.
"Is it really that bad?"
Iruka's unwavering giggle provided enough of an answer, and Kakashi's lips quirked downward.
"I've never done this before, okay? You can't expect it to be perfect!" He was getting rather annoyed now.
Two hours, 28 minutes and seven seconds he had spent in the kitchen; he had even gotten himself a burn blister on his little finger- just to be laughed at now?
Kakashi turned away, sulking. "You know, this was supposed to be a gift!"
All he had wanted was to make Iruka happy. Kakashi knew how much Iruka enjoyed cake, muffins and baked goods in general, and although he had no practice with baking whatsoever, he had tried to create something to welcome his lover with when he returned home from work.
Well, damn.
"You could at least try to appreciate it, you know." he tried again, grumbling a little.
It was no use.
Iruka kept laughing, tears of mirth clearly showing at the corners of his eyes. He sniffled helplessly and wrapped one arm around his own middle to prevent himself from doubling over, then turned around so he didn't have to look at the object of his amusement. Even with his back to Kakashi's creation, laughter still kept bubbling out of his chest. Kakashi glared ineffectively at his shaking shoulders.
"I-I'm… I'm sorry!" He was still sobbing. "You-… I'm sure you did your best!" He assured, visibly trying to keep from giggling too much. Kakashi never was good at hiding his feelings from the people he cared about, and even though he knew Iruka wasn't trying to hurt him on purpose, that didn't stop either the permanent pout affixed to his face or his tightly crossed arms.
Kakashi kept silent, staring at Iruka's twitching back with a frown on his face. He had not anticipated his gift to be neglected like that. Finally he broke the silence.
"So you don't like it…?" he asked quietly, disappointment laced into his voice.
That made Iruka cast a glance over his shoulder. Kakashi's frustration must have shown on his face, because Iruka fell silent and an apologetic look dropped over his face.
"That's not it" he tried to reassure Kakashi, approaching the object in question once again. It really did look terrible. Nevertheless, he slowly leaned forward and sniffed once, then retreated rather quickly to stand beside Kakashi.
The other man rolled his eyes, and then raised his hands in defeat.
"Fine, fine, I probably burnt it. But it did look good when I put it into the oven!"
Iruka shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips.
"I'm sorry; I know I shouldn't have laughed at it. It's just that… You've got to admit, it really does look terrible." He smiled at his lover, taking a closer look at Kakashi's speckled shirt and face. "You look terrible, too." And he kissed a splash of pastry on Kakashi's cheek, earning a quiet hum, before Kakashi finally returned the smile.
They both turned their attention to the clump of black that sat in one corner of the red cake pan, and finally a snort echoed through the kitchen.
A moment later, Kakashi was leaning on Iruka's shoulder, laughing heartily and smearing him with what was left of the raw cake mixture on his clothes.
"We better order some food, or I'll starve to death tonight", Iruka chuckled and joined into the laughter once again.
Kakashi smiled to himself.
He'd just have to have a second go at the cake next time.