This is the third chapter of MBAE!
sarge1130: Don't need to worry. This is not yaoi. Not that I have anything against it. In fact, I'm slightly obsessed with it. It's just that I'm sucks at romance stuff, so no yaoi or paring or anything similar in this story, or in any other stories of mine.
forever122: Yes, I also realize that they introduce the Arrancar and Espada with their first name first, while when introduce the Shinigami, they say their last name first. I think because Arrancar's and Espada's name is Spanish, and in Spanish they introduce their first name then last name, while Shinigami's name is Japanese, which they introduce their last name first then their first name. And I don't know if I can make my chapter any longer. I will try, but I'm not sure if my ability allow me to do that.
Now, on with chappie 3. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned Bleach, Shi-chan would become the main character.
Chapter 3: Pizza
Toshiro and his babysitters were standing in a huge kitchen, discussing what to eat for dinner. In the end, they decided to have pizza.
But the problem was, no one knew how to make pizza.
"Arg, this is stupid," Grimmjow growled.
"We all know you are stupid," Toshiro said, and ate another spoon of ice-cream.
The Espada stared at him, and at the ice-cream box in his hands.
"What did you just say, brat?" Grimjow glared at the white haired boy.
But before the said boy could answer, Ulquiorra spoke.
"Is that Aizen-sama's favorite ice-cream?"
Toshiro shrugged, "I dunno. Aizen likes ice-cream?!"
"What's the flavor?" Ulquiorra ignored Toshiro's question.
Toshiro looked at the box, "Blueberry flavor."
"That's Aizen-sama's favorite ice-cream."
Toshiro raised a brow, "Is it?! Oh well, he has a good taste in ice-cream flavor then."
And he continued eating the ice-cream.
"You are not allowed to eat Aizen-sama's ice-cream," Ulquiorra said in monotone.
The boy just kept eating, "There are plenty of them in the fridge. This flavor is delicious. You guys should try too!"
The Espada just stared at Toshiro. Then, they opened the fridge and took out four other blueberry ice-cream boxes for each of them.
One Shinigami and four Espada sat around the table in the middle of the room, eating ice-cream in peace. Toshiro had to admit that he liked his babysitters, and was slightly surprised that he could get along with them.
"You know," Harribel said after awhile, "We still have to make dinner."
"But no one knows how to make pizza," Toshiro pointed out.
Szayel snapped his fingers, "I know! I will search Internet fro the instruction!"
The others just shrugged, and Szayel made a beeline to his lab.
10 minutes later, he returned with his notebook.
"What took you so long?" Toshiro asked.
"Well, I have to write down the instruction," Szayel replied.
"Why didn't you just print it out?" Ulquiorra asked.
Silence.
"You are an idiot," Grimmjow muttered.
"I heard that!" Szayel snapped.
"Stop arguing and let's start making pizza," Harribel sighed.
So, Toshiro and his babysitters slowly stood up from the table. It was time to make their dinner.
"Ok," Szayel opened his notebook, "I will read the instruction, and you guys follow it."
"Whatever," Grimmjow mumbled.
"First, we need to make the pizza dough," Szayel read, "We need 3 ½ cups plain flour, 1 ½ teaspoon sugar, 2 teaspoons dried yeast, ¾ teaspoons salt, 10 fl. ozs of warm water, and 1 ¼ tablespoon olive oil."
The others, not really concentrated in what Szayel said, brought out 4 ½ cups plain flour, 3 teaspoons sugar, 4 teaspoons dried yeast, 2 teaspoons salt, 10 fl. ozs of hot water, and ¼ teaspoon olive oil.
"Do we have all of them?" Szayel asked, then received nods from his companions, "Good. Now, let's begin."
"Pour half of the water in a large mixing bowl, add sugar and dissolve it."
"All done!"
"Next, dissolve the yeast and stir it."
"Hey Harribel, why does the yeast look like being cooked?"
"I don't know. Szayel, are you sure with your instruction?"
"Yes. Are you done yet?"
"…maybe."
"Ok then. Now, allow the yeast to settle down for 20 minutes."
So they waited for 20 minutes.
"Is it just me, or that thing looks like shit?!" Grimmjow asked, looking into the bowl after 20 minutes of waiting.
The others looked as well.
"Eh, I think Grimmjow is right," Toshiro said, "It does look like shit."
Szayel scratched his head, then shrugged.
"Maybe it will look better when we finish it," he suggested.
They continued.
"Add the olive oil then sift the mixture, make sure it becomes foamy and cloudy at the surface."
"It still looks like trash."
"I don't see anything foamy or cloudy at the surface…"
"Try to dissolve it!"
"Ew, it looks so… so… EW!"
"What is THAT?!"
"The mixture?!"
"It's disgusting!"
So, in the end, they gave up trying to make pizza, and they ate ice-cream for dinner instead.
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In the late of night, Aizen went to the kitchen because he wanted some ice-cream. But, what he saw nearly made him faint.
Plenty of empty ice-cream boxes laid on the floor and the table. And there was a huge bowl on the middle of the table with SOMETHING in it.
He immediately left the kitchen, silently made a note that never, ever let Toshiro and his babysitters went to the kitchen ever again.
Aizen: 2. Toshiro: 2.
This chappie brings back memory. Me and my friends used to try to make pizza, and failed miserable. Ah, the good old day…
Hope you like this chapter. The next chap is about…
…bedtime story!
See you all next week! Ja ne!
