Cool Tiles
By: Derrian Star
Shake, shake, flip . . . Shake, shake, flip . . . Yes, his creation was coming along nicely. Duo smiled to himself looking down into the pan he held off the stove, where one large, fluffy pancake was slowly making its way to a nice golden colour. He flicked his wrist one last nice. Sending the flapjack several feet in to the air again with a flip. It was easily caught, and the pan was replaced on the burner.
The counter next to the braided boy had a white plate full of the perfectly round bakeries. After all feeding a house of five took a bit of time and a whole lot of pancake mix. While waiting for it to get done he busied himself cleaning up the kitchen, humming a little tune as he went.
Mind distracted he never noticed the other come into the room, slowly dragging his loafer covered feet. Making his way toward the much-needed pot of freshly brewed coffee. Disaster stuck when the American turned back to his cooking and took the mug right out of the new comers hand. It shattered upon impact with the tiled floor.
"Holy shit!" Duo put one hand to his breast, trying to contain his heart from flying right out of his chest. "You can't sneak up on a guy like that Quat!"
A mumbled. "Sorry."
Duo took a washcloth and knelt to clean up the glass. Luckily it had been empty still. Duo quickly shooed him to the table, stating that he could handle it. The blonde slowly found another cup and claimed his black liquid. Who needed creamer anyway? The broken glass was put carefully in the wastebasket, a quick sweep and all was better. All in perfect time to gather the last pancake from the stove and add it to the pile.
Plates, forks, butter, and syrup were all laid out before the chef sat to be the first to enjoy his masterpiece. Hell if he was going to wait for the rest to get out of bed! These were best eaten when fresh.
He shoveled one large helping into his mouth before finally looked up at his breakfast partner. "Man Quat, you look like shit!" The words were formed without much consideration for the food that rolled around with them. But they were blankly true looking at the Arabian. He was paler then normal, and a flush speckled his cheeks. Golden locks appeared to have been washed then slept on, forcing them in more directions then one. Darkly circled eyes in a half lidded look, as his was inspected by the one across from him
But besides from all that the smaller boy still forced a smile on his lips. "I didn't sleep very well I guess."
"And you still going to work?!" This time Duo swallowed the impossibly large amount of food in his mouth before speaking. He reached over the table to feel Quatre's forehead, finding it uncomfortably warm.
"I got to Duo." A yawn. "There's so much to get done." The coffee in hand remained untouched, along with the food in front of him. Habit making him grab them, but the feeling of eating was never really there.
"You be of no use if you're held up in the bathroom Q."
The blond looked at his watch, puzzling over the fact that there was a 9 on top instead of the normal 12. He must have put it on upside down. "I'll be fine once I get moving." He made to leave and finish preparing for another hectic day at Winner Enterprise.
"Okay buddy." Duo grabbed the neglected mug from his friend; coffee probably wasn't a good idea if your not feeling well anyway, and his own now emptied plate taking them to the dishwasher. When he turned back around he found Quatre hadn't made it very far. He was instead sprawled on the floor just a few feet from his chair. Cheek pressed against the cool tiles, eyes closed, sleeping.
His braid wiggled back and forth as he shook his head. It wasn't his fault if the owner of a trillion dollar company missed one day of signing papers. Didn't he pay people to do that for him anyway?
****
An hour later, Trowa wandered down the stairs, looking refreshed and ready for another day. He sent a small greeting as Duo waved at him from his spot on the sofa, watching morning cartoons, and laughing his head off. Between sporadic bursts he mentioned something about pancakes being in the frig. Duo always made the best pancakes, so the acrobat followed his talkative stomach into the kitchen. Only to back track a few seconds later.
"Um Duo?"
Violet eyes never left the screen, "Huh?"
"Why is Quatre sleeping on the kitchen floor, isn't he suppose to be at work?"
"Yeah, but he's sick."
"And the floors going to make him better?"
"He has a fever."
"Duo!!"
"What?!" A commercial interrupted his shows so the braided boy turned around in the couch to face Trowa. "I gave him a blanket."
The other smacked the heel of his hand against his forehead. This was one of those times when you just couldn't help wondering if that braid was just a bit too tight.
"Tro you've had chicken pocks already right?"
Now he had to think for a second. But how could one forget those little red bumps that covered you from head to toe and itched like hell. "Yeah, why?"
The show was back on; Duo quickly pointed back to the kitchen and whirled around to his beloved TV. Seeing that the conversation was at an end Trowa went back to the sleeping blond, kneeling down next to him.
"Chicken pocks." It was stated with a small laugh. Sure enough those little red marks practically covered the visible face of the Arabian. "Well I sure hope everyone else has had them already." He gathered the boy, blanket and all, in his arms. Determined to get him off that floor and into a decent bed. Though the ceramic squares had served a purpose and cooled the burning skin.
"I'm going to take him to bed then call the office to tell them he's not coming in." He stated going back through the living room on his way to the stairs. The bedrooms were located on the second floor of the building.
"All taken care of dude." The TV was set on mute. "I called his sister right after he passed out on the floor. She said they would take care of everything for a week and said that we're to forcefully restrain him if he so much as touches any paperwork during that time."
"Thanks Duo." Trowa had to smile as he climbed the flight of stairs to the next level, he knew that boy was smarter then he acted most of the time. Playtime at the appropriate times only.
By: Derrian Star
Shake, shake, flip . . . Shake, shake, flip . . . Yes, his creation was coming along nicely. Duo smiled to himself looking down into the pan he held off the stove, where one large, fluffy pancake was slowly making its way to a nice golden colour. He flicked his wrist one last nice. Sending the flapjack several feet in to the air again with a flip. It was easily caught, and the pan was replaced on the burner.
The counter next to the braided boy had a white plate full of the perfectly round bakeries. After all feeding a house of five took a bit of time and a whole lot of pancake mix. While waiting for it to get done he busied himself cleaning up the kitchen, humming a little tune as he went.
Mind distracted he never noticed the other come into the room, slowly dragging his loafer covered feet. Making his way toward the much-needed pot of freshly brewed coffee. Disaster stuck when the American turned back to his cooking and took the mug right out of the new comers hand. It shattered upon impact with the tiled floor.
"Holy shit!" Duo put one hand to his breast, trying to contain his heart from flying right out of his chest. "You can't sneak up on a guy like that Quat!"
A mumbled. "Sorry."
Duo took a washcloth and knelt to clean up the glass. Luckily it had been empty still. Duo quickly shooed him to the table, stating that he could handle it. The blonde slowly found another cup and claimed his black liquid. Who needed creamer anyway? The broken glass was put carefully in the wastebasket, a quick sweep and all was better. All in perfect time to gather the last pancake from the stove and add it to the pile.
Plates, forks, butter, and syrup were all laid out before the chef sat to be the first to enjoy his masterpiece. Hell if he was going to wait for the rest to get out of bed! These were best eaten when fresh.
He shoveled one large helping into his mouth before finally looked up at his breakfast partner. "Man Quat, you look like shit!" The words were formed without much consideration for the food that rolled around with them. But they were blankly true looking at the Arabian. He was paler then normal, and a flush speckled his cheeks. Golden locks appeared to have been washed then slept on, forcing them in more directions then one. Darkly circled eyes in a half lidded look, as his was inspected by the one across from him
But besides from all that the smaller boy still forced a smile on his lips. "I didn't sleep very well I guess."
"And you still going to work?!" This time Duo swallowed the impossibly large amount of food in his mouth before speaking. He reached over the table to feel Quatre's forehead, finding it uncomfortably warm.
"I got to Duo." A yawn. "There's so much to get done." The coffee in hand remained untouched, along with the food in front of him. Habit making him grab them, but the feeling of eating was never really there.
"You be of no use if you're held up in the bathroom Q."
The blond looked at his watch, puzzling over the fact that there was a 9 on top instead of the normal 12. He must have put it on upside down. "I'll be fine once I get moving." He made to leave and finish preparing for another hectic day at Winner Enterprise.
"Okay buddy." Duo grabbed the neglected mug from his friend; coffee probably wasn't a good idea if your not feeling well anyway, and his own now emptied plate taking them to the dishwasher. When he turned back around he found Quatre hadn't made it very far. He was instead sprawled on the floor just a few feet from his chair. Cheek pressed against the cool tiles, eyes closed, sleeping.
His braid wiggled back and forth as he shook his head. It wasn't his fault if the owner of a trillion dollar company missed one day of signing papers. Didn't he pay people to do that for him anyway?
****
An hour later, Trowa wandered down the stairs, looking refreshed and ready for another day. He sent a small greeting as Duo waved at him from his spot on the sofa, watching morning cartoons, and laughing his head off. Between sporadic bursts he mentioned something about pancakes being in the frig. Duo always made the best pancakes, so the acrobat followed his talkative stomach into the kitchen. Only to back track a few seconds later.
"Um Duo?"
Violet eyes never left the screen, "Huh?"
"Why is Quatre sleeping on the kitchen floor, isn't he suppose to be at work?"
"Yeah, but he's sick."
"And the floors going to make him better?"
"He has a fever."
"Duo!!"
"What?!" A commercial interrupted his shows so the braided boy turned around in the couch to face Trowa. "I gave him a blanket."
The other smacked the heel of his hand against his forehead. This was one of those times when you just couldn't help wondering if that braid was just a bit too tight.
"Tro you've had chicken pocks already right?"
Now he had to think for a second. But how could one forget those little red bumps that covered you from head to toe and itched like hell. "Yeah, why?"
The show was back on; Duo quickly pointed back to the kitchen and whirled around to his beloved TV. Seeing that the conversation was at an end Trowa went back to the sleeping blond, kneeling down next to him.
"Chicken pocks." It was stated with a small laugh. Sure enough those little red marks practically covered the visible face of the Arabian. "Well I sure hope everyone else has had them already." He gathered the boy, blanket and all, in his arms. Determined to get him off that floor and into a decent bed. Though the ceramic squares had served a purpose and cooled the burning skin.
"I'm going to take him to bed then call the office to tell them he's not coming in." He stated going back through the living room on his way to the stairs. The bedrooms were located on the second floor of the building.
"All taken care of dude." The TV was set on mute. "I called his sister right after he passed out on the floor. She said they would take care of everything for a week and said that we're to forcefully restrain him if he so much as touches any paperwork during that time."
"Thanks Duo." Trowa had to smile as he climbed the flight of stairs to the next level, he knew that boy was smarter then he acted most of the time. Playtime at the appropriate times only.