I could feel the smoke slowly take a slimy deathly journey down my throat. The smoke penetrated into my body, clothes, and kitchen. It stung strongly of my mistakes and regrets. It gathered around me, and hung in the air as if knowing its presence would bother me. And it did bother me, greatly.
I glanced down at my hands.
They were still the same, as if I hadn't just touched a scalding item a few moments ago. But the proof lied on the floor scattered around me. I frown down at my hands. I look back up at the stove. I want so badly to scream at the mess I created, but I knew the sound would travel further than I want it too.
If nothing else, I want to keep her safe and away from my errors. No need to alert her, and try to get her to understand a bad situation. No witness were needed for this, or wanted for that matter.
This would always stay within my memories, and never leave the confines of my mind and kitchen.
I begin the slow process of trying to clean. Grabbing sponges and bleach from the cabinet as I go. For a moment I wonder should I turn on the water in the sink, and then I think better of it. The less sound the better.
I start scraping at the batter and ash on the stovetop with the sponge coated in bleach, trying to lift up the gooey substance to no avail.
"Shit.", I whisper as I look as the mess becoming more smeared over the ceramic. This wasn't going to work. I need a knife, or fork to help scrape it. But, that would make more noise. More noise meant more odds of me being found out. And the smoke wasn't moving out the open window fast enough.
I sigh as I toss the sponge angrily down unto the stove. I then turn around and slide down unto the floor, where the rest of the batter and food is scattered. I tuck my head into my arms resting on lap, and try to calm down.
"Oh my! What in the…" A light gasp fills the room. I snatch my head up, and stare right into shocked emerald eyes. I roll my eyes and groan.
"Sakura, I know this looks bad. And I'm cleaning it up, I swear. But please leave, the smoke isn't completely out yet." I say, while getting back up.
Her eyes instantly narrow and glitter with anger. I groan again but this time inside. I knew she would be upset, it was her prized kitchen. And I was the one who messed it up.
"How in the…what were you…why are you EVEN in here!" She screams as she starts rushing towards the burnt stove.
"You wanted pancakes." I grunted out in shame as I squeeze my eyes shut.
Silence fills the air all around. It never sounded as menacing before. I decided then and there I would just keep my eyes close, and wish for the best.
A few seconds later a pair of soft lips touches my cheek for the briefest of moments. I open my eyes and stare into hers.
"Thank you Gaara" She whispers, as she starts to slowly smile. She glances away from me, to the stove, and picks up the sponge. She begins to scrape at the smudges. She looks back and winks,
"Grab the other pan. I'll help this time. It's only right since I woke you up this morning don't cha think?"
I could only grunt in agreement before swiftly turning around to get the pan. A slight smile begins to form.
