Chapter 1
Gojyo's Point Of View
A/N: This is based on a true story. Except I wasn't the idiot who tried to fry frozen udon.
Hakkai knows how to cook. I don't. I don't do cooking. I am not the type of person who wanders around a kitchen...cooking. I dispise cooking. Cooking is evil. I have no culinary skills, at all. Cooking is not cool. It's not me. I do not cook. I repeat, I do NOT cook.
That's Hakkai's job.
But what do I do what Hakkai's not here?
I don't cook, that's for sure.
...Okay, I do, but only if I am really hungry. And today was one of those days.
I wandered around the kitchen, in Hakkai's apron, trying to find something easy and simple to make. I know, you all are probably shivering in your seats. I mean, me, cooking? It's awful. But I was hungry. Not like the monkey. But pretty damn close. I opened the fridge. I saw a jar of something, some vegetables, some meat, some leftovers. But I hate Hakkai's leftovers. I mean, I love the food he makes, but it's just not the same if it's not fresh...so what to do?
I opened the freezer. Nothing in here either--Oh, but wait. What is that? I reached in the back and pulled out a bag of thick noodles. I flipped it over to read the front. Mmm...udon. But what idiot freezes udon? I don't know, nor do I care. I am hungry, and I am hungry NOW.
I attempted to turn on the stove, and all I did was make the kitchen smell like gas. So I shut off the stove and tried again, no luck. Damn technology. I went into the living room and grabbed my lighter, turned the fuse on again and clicked my lighter and the stove lit. Good. I got that far. Now, a frying pan. I kneeled down and opened the cupboard. There it was. I grabbed the large frying pan and placed it on the fire. I immediately opened the udon and the frozen block of noodles fell onto the frying pan with a soft sizzle.
Nothing was happening.
What the hell is this!? Aren't they done yet!?
Hmmm...
I took out a spatula and leaned the block of noodles up. Some of them looked like they were cooking. But it was still in a big block. Why couldn't they look like normal noodles yet? I flipped the block over and another hissing sound came from the pan and lots of steam. But the noodles were still in a block.
" Goddamn thing! COOK FASTER!" I yelled, kicking the oven below the stove.
" Gojyo? What are you doing?" Hakkai asked, walking into the house, his hands full of groceries. He set them on the table and looked at me.
" This udon is evil, demented, hell-spawn udon." I growled, stabbing the hard block of sizzling udon with my spatula.
" Gojyo..." Hakkai sighed.
" What?" I asked.
" You're supposed to boil udon..." Hakkai explained, walking into the kitchen, turning the fire off of the stove.
" No way!" I gasped.
" Well, you could fry it, but you have to boil them to separate the noodles first, then boil them if that's what you want." Hakkai continued.
" This is why I let you do the cooking..." I sighed, sitting up on the counter.
" Heh. It's not that you can't cook, you just don't wanna learn." He smiled, filling up a pot with water and putting it on the stove. Lighting it instantly.
" I dunno, cooking isn't really my thing." I shrugged, picking up an orange out of the fruit bowl near the sink.
" Why are you going to have an orange while I am making you food?" Hakkai asked, putting the frozen block of udon into the pot of now boiling water. Geez, he knew everything.
" Because I haven't eaten all day." I said, starting to peel the orange, putting the peels into a bowl.
" You're quite a strange one Gojyo."
" But you live with me." I said simply, continuing to peel my orange.
" I don't think I'd want it any other way of course." Hakkai smiled.
" So how was your day, babe?" I asked with a smile.
" You make it sound like I don't do the same things everyday..." Hakkai sighed with a smile.
" Well, sometimes you come home a little later, or a little earlier, sometimes you don't even go out." I explained. " And this orange is huge too, I've only got half of it peeled."
" Maybe you shouldn't have picked out the biggest one." Hakkai said, taking it out of my hands and starting to peel it himself.
" I coulda done that myself." I pouted, putting my hands over his on the orange.
" You can't do anything by yourself." He laughed. I pressed my forehead against his, wrapping my legs around his waist.
" And you treat me like a kid."
" But that's cute." He said, flushed pink. " If that's a problem, I can change that."
" Don't." I said, kissing him softly on the lips.
He finished peeling the orange, and opened it and ripped a slice carefully and put it in my mouth. I gently licked his finger as he did so. " There." He smiled. " I get to feed you too."
" What's that smell?" I asked, my speech slurred by the orange slice in my mouth.
" I think the udon is burning." He whispered softly.
" I don't think I'm hungry anymore." I smiled.
A/N: Okay, the last part wasn't really based on a true story, but the whole idea is thanks to Maria, because she can't cook udon and to Dani because she CAN cook udon. So this is dedicated to you two.