04/07/2010 05:13:00

*Boom*

Smoke filled the kitchen and the scent of burnt food filled the halls. A dirty purple haired mage with matching amethyst eyes emerged from the room, teary eyed and coughing.

"That's the sixth time this week Arme! What kind of spell are you trying to do this time? The smell is intolerable!" the red haired Savior complained, pinching her nose. "Omg! Are those blood stains on your face?"

"Those are cherry stains you idiot. You know, from the explosion." Arme mumbled. "I'm sorry my cooking isn't as good as Amy's…" she added. It was no use really. No matter how much she is at cooking up spells, real cooking is just way out of reach for her.

"Oops… Sorry Arme. You know you could just ask Amy to teach you how to cook." Elesis replied. "Why are you going to all this trouble to cook?" the knight smiled at her quizzically, her smile slowly breaking into a grin. "It's for Lass isn't it?" she asked teasingly.

"U-umm…" the mage couldn't speak. "This is soooo embarrassing! If Elesis finds out… She's gonna tease me like forever! _" Arme could feel her cheeks turning as red as the knight's crimson hair.

"Hee-hee~! I knew it! You like him don't you! Admit it Arme!" Elesis teased. Arme could feel tears forming in her eyes. She always hated it when people tease her. It made her feel smaller than her actual height.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around Arme's waist as a certain striker rested his head on top of hers. "Shut up Elesis." Lass said coldly. "Go flirt with Ronan or something." He glared at her and tightened his grip around the almost crying mage.

"Shut up Lass." Elesis glared back and stomped off, hitting a poor unsuspecting Ronan. "I do not flirt dammit!" she shouted.

Lass chuckled as he loosened his hold around Arme. "You were cooking?" he asked incredulously. Turning around, Arme slightly tilted her head, looking straight into his eyes.

"Yeah… I- I was planning on…" looking away, Arme could feel her face turning red again. Taking a deep breath, she continued, her voice barely audible, "…on making you that pie I promised…"

Lass sighed and shook his head. "You don't really have to do that you know. You don't need to push yourself this far. You were lucky that the castle is still standing." Arme looked down, her face red with embarrassment. Great! Even Lass is… "Arme.." the gentleness in his voice made Arme shiver.

"Arme.." Lass whispered, cupping her face in his hands, forcing her to look straight into his deep blue eyes. "You have something on your face" he smiled and licked her cheek, making the already flustered mage even more flustered. "Mmm~ Cherry."

"L-Lass!" Arme stuttered. "Sto-" Ignoring the tomato mage, Lass kept licking her face that was full of cherry stains. "Stop it Lass!" She tried pushing him away but failed. "Hey! That tickles! Haha! Lass!" Arme giggled. "Stop that! You're acting like a dog."

"So what if I am" was his reply, "Admit it. You like it." he said with a broad smile, licking her lips.

"Oh stop that. Of course I didn't like that." Arme said, finally succeeding in pushing him away. "Well… Maybe a tiny bit." she said sheepishly, earning a kiss from the striker. Arme smiled and kissed back. "Does this mean I don't have to cook anymore?" she said, eyes pleading.

"Hmmm… Maybe.." Lass cutting her off with another kiss. "Maybe not. But considering the well being of the castle and all the other members, either you don't cook, or let Amy teach you how to cook." he thought for a moment and smiled as an idea came into his mind. "Or I could teach you…"

"You can cook?" Arme stared at him disbelievingly.

"Of course." Lass answered lightly. "Who do you think cooked the food when Amy's away on missions? You seriously didn't think Elesis cooked do you?"

"Well, truthfully, I thought Ronan cooked when Amy's absent." Arme stifled a giggle. "You just don't seem like a person who could coo-" The mage was cut off by a pair of lips on hers.

"I don't seem like a person who'd do that either." he smiled. "So do I teach you, or are you going to Amy for help?"

"What if I choose neither?" Arme asked. "I really don't want to cook anymore Lass." she added almost crying.

"You know Arme, everyone knows you're like the worst cook in this castle."

"Not helping."

"You're not so bright are you?" Lass looked at her teasingly.

"Your point Lass?"

"You're a mage Arme."

"So? What does this have to do with anything?"

"Couldn't you just make a cherry pie appear out of nowhere? Use magic."

"Um… Lass, I don't think that's possible." she giggled.

Author's Note:

Technically, it wasn't raining that day. It's just a continuation of the first part (which is why it's called part 2. Duh!) Poor unsuspecting Ronan :D