Kenta was at Gingka's house, lounging in the red-head's bedroom. Kenta had come over to discuss where they should go for their next Beyblade tournament. But their stomachs had other plans. Kenta's stomach gave a low growl and he quickly clutched his stomach. That was soo embarrassing! But fortunately, Gingka's stomach replied with a loud grumble. And with that, the two hungry bladers raced into the kitchen and opened every cupboard. Nothing was left…The cupboards were completely bare.
"Where is the food, Gingka?", Kenta asks, obvious agitation and annoyance was weaved into his voice.
Gingka looked down at his feet and blushes.
"I- I may have eaten it all…", he stammers.
Leave it to Gingka to gobble down a week's worth of snacks in just one day! Kenta flew into deep thought, while Gingka pretended to think of a solution by scrunching up his face.
Kenta's face lit up, "I have an idea, Gingka, why don't we cook? We have bits of different ingredients left in the fridge, all we need to do is put it all together, its easy!
The colour of Gingka's face drained away, leaving a pale complexion.
"Did you say cook? I can't even make a proper omelette and you expect me to cook... Kenta I don't think- ", But he gets disrupted by Kenta's determination.
"Aww come on Gingka, think of this as a bey-battle, no matter how hard the challenge is, we have to overcome it!"
Gingka sighs, "Oh, all right…Lets do this."
They gathered all their ingredients and equipment needed as well as putting on their aprons and chef hats. Kenta was put in charge of prepping and chopping all the vegetables and Gingka had the responsibility to cook them on the stove over the flame.
Kenta had finished chopping up all the ingredients and put them in the pan for Gingka to continue with.
"This is easy!", Gingka said as he stirred the vegetables in the pan.
A few minutes later, the vegetables were done and Gingka turned around. But he was too close to the gas stove and the edge of Gingka's scarf was on fire, literally.
"G-Gingka, y-your scarf is on fire…", Kenta said, his eyes the size of frisbees.
Gingka grinned, "I know right, my scarf looks amazing on me, does it not?!"
It would be if it wasn't on fire, Kenta thought.
"I'm serious. Turn around, Gingka, I mean it!", Kenta said forcefully.
Finally, realising that Kenta wasn't joking, Gingka turned around. The red-head started hopping up and down screaming, "Get it off, get it off!"
Kenta's face turned into a dead-pan expression.
"Hold still!", Kenta exclaims as he tries to get close to Gingka without catching on fire as well.
Kenta masterfully removed Gingka's scarf, while trying to ignore Gingka's tearful sobbing. Gingka can be such a child sometimes! Kenta quickly threw the scarf in the kitchen sink and turned on the water with full force. The scarf hissed as the water made contact with the burning flame. Kenta quickly ran to the stove because he remembered it was still turned on. Gingka walked over to the kitchen sink, with his tear streaked face and observed his poor scarf. The scarf now had blackened edges with holes and was utterly soaked. It was his favourite scarf, and now it was ruined.
Just as quickly as his tears started, they stopped and went away. In a matter of minutes, he was back to normal and trudged to his bedroom. He soon came back sporting a new, freshly laundered white scarf around his neck. Kenta saw and shook his head, while smiling. That was the crazy Gingka he knew and was friends with.
"Come on Kenta, let's eat…I'm STARVING!"
Kenta gave a light laugh and replied, "Sure thing, Gingka."
The two friends piled their plates with the food they had made themselves and dug in, savouring each bite. All the while discussing their plans for the tournament. Kenta was glad that he had a friend like Gingka.