A/N: Yes, there is a hint of Daiken/Kensuke. Yes, I warned you. If you flame me about the Daiken coupling, then I'll just laugh.. cuz ya know what? It was your choice to read this, despite the warnings. And not only THAT.. it's more of a friendship fic than anything so =P
Culinary Catastrophe
by MintChocolateChip
Ken stared incredulously at the other boy's hands. "And how again did you do this?"
Mumble.
"What was that?"
Mumble mumble.
"Motomiya Daisuke, if you don't speak up then.." He left the threat hanging, watching the red head's expression carefully.
"I burnt my hands making a sandwich!" he finally spat out, cheeks a'flaming.
Ken's lips twitched, as if he was trying very hard not to laugh. "And *how* did you burn your hands making a sandwich? Perhaps you wanted to put hot sauce on it and it spilled on them?"
Daisuke scowled at his lame attempt of humor. "Oh ha ha. I was toasting the bread and burnt my hands while trying to get it out of the toaster oven, for your information."
"You are quite possibly the only person I know who can burn themselves while making a *sandwich*," Ken chuckled. The sound sent shivers down Daisuke's spine and he had to remind himself that the ex-Digimon Kaizer was *not* evil anymore.
"Shuddup," he mumbled, looking down at his hands. They were covered with the angry red blisters he had gotten about an hour ago.. an hour ago, and yet they still smarted like there was no tomorrow. Actually, they hurt a lot more than when he even *got* the burns.
"Come. Do you have any Silvadene cream?" Ken asked, noticing the other boys discomfort.
"What the *hell* is that?" Was the redhead's curt reply.
"It's a type of cold cream.."
"Oh, you mean that crap Jun uses to take off her make up?"
Ken developed an immense sweatdrop.
"Oi.. Nevermind. And your sandwich?"
"Burnt to a crisp."
This time, Ken couldn't control his laughter. Daisuke graced him with a harsh glare as he raised one of his injured hands to his mouth to suck on the wound. Ken took one look at him, and started to laugh again. The sight of the self-proclaimed leader of the digidestined sucking on his hand as if he were some sort of child was too much for Ken to handle.
"Sh'up," Daisuke mumbled, his voice muffled by his hand.
"Shu'up!" Ken mocked, then fell over laughing. Daisuke looked down at him oddly and removed his hand from his mouth.
"What is up with you, Ichijouji?"
"N-nothing," the boy genius managed, tears of mirth running down his cheeks. He pushed himself up, trying helplessly to control his laughter. It felt wonderful to laugh like that again, as he hadn't in so long..
"Mmph. If you're so great, I'd like to see you cook!" Daisuke huffed, glaring as evilly as he possibly could at Ken. Which wasn't very evilly, considering the situation.
When Ken finally controlled himself enough to talk, he grinned easily at the insulted Motomiya. "Fine."
*
A few hours later, Daisuke and Ken stared at the remnants of Daisuke's oven. They shared a private glance.
"Order out?"
"You're paying."
-end
Author's notes: Once again.. a short fic. How did I get the idea for this? ..I burnt my hands while making a sandwich -.-;;;
Culinary Catastrophe
by MintChocolateChip
Ken stared incredulously at the other boy's hands. "And how again did you do this?"
Mumble.
"What was that?"
Mumble mumble.
"Motomiya Daisuke, if you don't speak up then.." He left the threat hanging, watching the red head's expression carefully.
"I burnt my hands making a sandwich!" he finally spat out, cheeks a'flaming.
Ken's lips twitched, as if he was trying very hard not to laugh. "And *how* did you burn your hands making a sandwich? Perhaps you wanted to put hot sauce on it and it spilled on them?"
Daisuke scowled at his lame attempt of humor. "Oh ha ha. I was toasting the bread and burnt my hands while trying to get it out of the toaster oven, for your information."
"You are quite possibly the only person I know who can burn themselves while making a *sandwich*," Ken chuckled. The sound sent shivers down Daisuke's spine and he had to remind himself that the ex-Digimon Kaizer was *not* evil anymore.
"Shuddup," he mumbled, looking down at his hands. They were covered with the angry red blisters he had gotten about an hour ago.. an hour ago, and yet they still smarted like there was no tomorrow. Actually, they hurt a lot more than when he even *got* the burns.
"Come. Do you have any Silvadene cream?" Ken asked, noticing the other boys discomfort.
"What the *hell* is that?" Was the redhead's curt reply.
"It's a type of cold cream.."
"Oh, you mean that crap Jun uses to take off her make up?"
Ken developed an immense sweatdrop.
"Oi.. Nevermind. And your sandwich?"
"Burnt to a crisp."
This time, Ken couldn't control his laughter. Daisuke graced him with a harsh glare as he raised one of his injured hands to his mouth to suck on the wound. Ken took one look at him, and started to laugh again. The sight of the self-proclaimed leader of the digidestined sucking on his hand as if he were some sort of child was too much for Ken to handle.
"Sh'up," Daisuke mumbled, his voice muffled by his hand.
"Shu'up!" Ken mocked, then fell over laughing. Daisuke looked down at him oddly and removed his hand from his mouth.
"What is up with you, Ichijouji?"
"N-nothing," the boy genius managed, tears of mirth running down his cheeks. He pushed himself up, trying helplessly to control his laughter. It felt wonderful to laugh like that again, as he hadn't in so long..
"Mmph. If you're so great, I'd like to see you cook!" Daisuke huffed, glaring as evilly as he possibly could at Ken. Which wasn't very evilly, considering the situation.
When Ken finally controlled himself enough to talk, he grinned easily at the insulted Motomiya. "Fine."
*
A few hours later, Daisuke and Ken stared at the remnants of Daisuke's oven. They shared a private glance.
"Order out?"
"You're paying."
-end
Author's notes: Once again.. a short fic. How did I get the idea for this? ..I burnt my hands while making a sandwich -.-;;;