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Last time on Madness; things got pretty awkward thanks to our favorite lord of all monsters.
Last time on Madness;
"It was your idea to teach me how to cook." He said, now looking at the door that led to the hallway and to the kitchen.
"B-But it's for a good cause…" Emil said, now placing his hands on each side of the older males face, signaling him to look at him. "Richter, y-your cooking k-kills." And he didn't let Richter reply to that statement because he then leaned forward, tilting his own head up to place a timid kiss on his lips. When Emil pulled away, he smiled up innocently at him before asking the question that had been nagging him the whole time. "R-Richter…Do I-I look…t-take-able…?"*
Richter could only stare at him in disbelief.
Only Emil could pull up the courage to ask that, but only because he didn't know what he was asking. For once in his life, Richter could not process the words quickly. He was too busy asking himself WHY this was happening. Why Emil was in his clothes and asking this insane question. He couldn't just say no because that would be an obvious lie…He felt so dirty for just staring. He needed another shower.
The red head tried to pull away from Emil but the boy latched onto him. Emil noticed his attempt and looked up at him; a pouty expression forming on his face. "W-wait, I'm not letting go until you answer my q-question." He demanded.
"I need…Clothes." Richter said, obviously not so comfortable with the fact that he only had a bath towel around his waist. If anyone were to walk in at the moment, like Ratatosk, then that could form a problem. Of course, this was his fault after all, so even if he did walk in then he'd just laugh and make some inappropriate joke; make Emil cry, and piss Richter off. And this made him think: What was Ratatosk doing there anyways? Shouldn't he burning cities down or biting the heads of flowers? Whatever he does in his free time?
Richter finally managed to get out of Emil death grip; ignoring the blond's protests. He walked over to the closet and began to pull out his normal outfit. Emil turned away to give him his privacy while at the same time, a blush forming on his face. He looked down at himself. Maybe he should change too? Richter might get mad if he just walked around in his clothes. Well actually…maybe it wouldn't hurt to keep the shirt on. Richter probably wouldn't ask him about anyways. Of course, he'd have to put on pants.
Emil walked over to the dresser and opened one of the doors. He looked over his selection. There was a pink pair of pants in here, courtesy from Zelos. There was a yellow pair too. He didn't know were those came from. Wasn't there anything in here that wouldn't make him look…gay? Sure he was in love with a guy but he didn't want to look like it…After a few more seconds of looking about, he finally found a pair of simple black pants. He made a note to himself to stop buying so much blue and buy colors suited for other outfits.
After he was done putting those on he turned around, finding that Richter was standing right in front of him fully dressed. Well almost. No glasses. The red head stayed silent and held his hand out, signaling for their return. Or course, Emil didn't want to agree with this, so he tried side stepping the man, which ended up failing. Emil felt a hand grab his wrist.
"You're not getting away with those." Richter said calmly.
Emil turned to the older man; crossing his arms and pouting; his 'that's not fair' look. Richter ignored the glare and placed a hand on the side of Emil's face, cradling his head gently. With the other hand he pulled the glasses away from his face and placed them on his own. Emil took this opportunity to wrap his arms around the others neck an nuzzle in face into his shoulder. "B-but-"
Suddenly, a loud yell came from the kitchen. Obviously, it was Ratatosk. The sudden noise made Emil jump and Richter walk over to the door to see what was wrong.
"GOD DAMN IT! Those bastards! They killed Ion! Arrgh!" Ratatosk banged his fist on the kitchen table. The radio was on once more and it seemed to have ticked off the lord of all monsters. But Richter could not really believe that Ratatosk, of all people, would be listening to soap operas.
Emil, on the other hand, was freaking out. He ran over to the table and slammed hands on it surface. "W-WHAT!" He shouted his eyes widened horror. "N-No. Please…not Ion." Ratatosk could only shake is his head sadly.
Richter leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms. This was pitiful. Was he the only man in the house? He looked around the kitchen. It was still a mess. Didn't Ratatosk even think about helping to clean up the mess? Apparently not. That made him realize something. He was still hungry, but Emil was too busy crying over the radio so he doubted that he would make him something to eat now.
He walked over to the cabinet and opened the door. There was cereal. Special K?* Was that Emil's? Cheerio's? Hell no. He refused to eat something with a name like that. Reese's puffs? Who comes up with these names? Well. It was the only option he had so Reese's puffs it was. He pulled out the box. It was chocolaty. He didn't like sweets…oh well. He placed it on the table.
Ratatosk looked at the box. "Oh hey cereal! I'm starving. I'm sure you don't mind, right, Emil?"
Emil was now sitting at the table. He blinked back tears and sniffed. "N-No, Not at a-all…"
Ratatosk went over to the cabinet and pulled out a bowl. Then he went to the refrigerator and got milk. He sat back down and opened the box and poured some of the cereal in is bowl, before passing the box to Richter, who was now looking at the substance with disgust. Maybe he should have gotten cheerios…
They didn't even notice that Emil had gotten up to get the box of special K. He poured some into his own bowl. He glanced around the table and saw that he was being stared at. "W-What?"
Ratatosk shrugged. "It's just…You're eating something so plain…" Ratatosk said, a grin now forming on his face. "I thought you would want to eat fruit loops."*
This made Emil stand up in rage, his face now turning a vibrant red. "W-What! You J-Jerk!" He yelled, blinking back tears. But the sudden movement of Emil caused the table to shake, making the open milk jug tip over…on to Richter's lap. He immediately stood up and glared at the blonds, who were staring back at him in fear. Ratatosk stood up from his seat so he wouldn't be the only one sitting.
Milk was all over the front of Richter shirt and his pants. It was a disgusting feeling. Sticky and cold. He was so shocked that he didn't even get to show off his anger.
Ratatosk leaned over closer to Emil. "Suck up to him if you want live." He whispered.
Much to his disbelieve, Emil shook his head. "N-No way! I'm not h-hugging him like that." The blond said, his lower lip quivering.
It only was a few seconds but it felt like hours, until Richter groaned in frustration and turned away to walk back into the bed room. Shower number three! Ratatosk and Emil stood there for a few minutes before finally sighing and slumping back into their seats.
"Wow, looks like someone is handling their anger problems better." Ratatosk declared.
Emil nodded. Of course he was. They were living together after all, so that meant that they had to get along. Emil didn't want to amid it, but one angry look would send him into the verge of tears. When you put on overly sensitive person with a temperamental time bomb, it usually didn't go so well. But of course, Emil was the only person that could bring out Richter's 'soft' side…if you could even call it that.
"Yeah…It must be h-hard for him to be s-so nice to me, with my c-clumsiness and all…" Emil said, nervously playing with his fingers. He then remembered whose shirt he was wearing. Richter didn't even bother telling him to take it off, even though it was obvious that he was still confused about why we was wearing it. Of course, Emil couldn't tell him why. It would be to embarrassing…this was Ratatosk's fault. If he hadn't arrived then he and Richter would be eating fruit smoothes while cuddling in bed, listening to the radio. He didn't realize that he was glaring at Ratatosk for the longest time.
"What's with that look?" The red eyed asked. It wasn't every day that Emil stared at someone like he wanted to kill them. Okay, sure he caused Emil to leave Richter unsupervised in the kitchen, which lead to its destruction, but it wasn't his fault the Richter was an idiot. Even Lloyd knew how to work a blender correctly…wait. That might be pushing it too far. Lloyd would have stuck his hand in it just to see what would happen. Thinking of this made him shiver.
Emil pursed his lips in an angry fashion. "It's going to be your fault when Richter gets so traumatized that he'll never come into the kitchen again. He's going to hide himself in the bathroom and then I'm going to have to bring him food."
Ratatosk simply snickered and leaned back in his chair. "Sooooo Emil…Can I stay here?" He asked, changing the subject.
This angered Emil. Ratatosk had no right to ask that after the mess he made. But the Emil got an idea that would benefit him. "Sure, y-you can stay b-but only if y-you clean up this m-mess!" The blond stated.
Ratatosk raised an eyebrow. Emil was a sly one when he put his mind to it. It did take a lot of motivation not to just throw a fit and leave. He had nowhere else to go, so he went along with the deal. He nodded. "Alright then. Fine, I'll do it." He said standing up and walking to the sink to get a sponge. This was going to be a lot of work.
Meanwhile, in the shower:
Shampoo. Rinse. Conditioner. Brush. Rinse…wait? Why was he washing his hair again? He only did get drenched in milk from the waist down…He cursed to himself. But since he was already in the process it would be a waste to stop now…Emil was going to kill him for wasting so much water. He leaned his back against the shower wall and sighed. He needed a vacation. Taking care of Emil AND Ratatosk was too much. Again, what's with Ratatosk? The red head closed his eyes. Thinking about the angry blond gave him a headache.
To make things worse, he heard that voice from the kitchen screaming out profanity. Richter was just about to consider sneaking away from the house, but then poor Emil would be left alone with that crazy bastard and there was no telling on what he'd do to him. Richter could sense that the demon lord had some 'secrets.' Some that even disturbed him.
He pulled out of the shower and put on some clean clothes. When he walked out of the bedroom he cautiously looked around through the doorframe. He didn't want to end up taking another shower. He did notice that the kitchen was cleaner so that must have meant that someone was finally being useful. He brought his gaze over to the table. Emil and Ratatosk were sitting down. Ratatosk looked angry. Very angry. He held in his hand a note, which he was glaring at.
"What happened?" He asked.
Emil was the one to answer. "M-Marta came by and s-slipped this n-note under the d-door." He said softly.
Richter walked over to them and pulled the note out of Ratatosk's hands, but he didn't notice. He was probably thinking of ways to take this out all on them. The red head scanned over the note. It read:
Dear jackass, Lord of all jackasses,
I know you're hiding with Emil and Richter so don't even bother telling me else wise. You better not burden them with your scheming. Emil's to fragile for you wild ways and you piss Richter off just by being alive. I know it won't be long until they kick you out. I want to know what really happened that night. Don't bother showing your face around me until you are willing to tell me the truth.
-Marta
The red head tore his gaze away from the paper back to the angry blond. Ouch. That was harsh. But she was right. Ratatosk did piss him off. What did he do anyways? And what did she mean by hiding?…wait…oh no…not here…
"R-Richer…Ratatosk will b-be staying with us for a while…"
God damn it. This made him want to punch a baby. Preferably Emil.
As soon as Emil had said that, Richter turned around so fast, his face expressing annoyance. "What?! And why is that?"
The blond bit his lip nervously. He hated when Richter was angry, but he had the reason to. He was the one that allowed Ratatosk to stay without asking the other permission. But he couldn't help it. Ratatosk seemed in so much trouble and it would be terrible to just abandon him in his time of need. "W-Well it's only t-the right thing to d-do…" Emil said, his face now heating up in embarrassment.
There was a silence after that.
"So…" Ratatosk began after finally calming himself down, "Where do I sleep?"
"In the living room…" Richter said, not happy with where this was going but most of all…he was still hungry and cereal was out of the question. Leave it to Ratatosk to make eating a difficult task. But this wasn't something he wanted to handle at the moment. He turned right back around and went back into the bed room.
Ratatosk rolled his eyes. "The living room? Wow, I feel loved…" Then he stared at Emil who was, of all the things, smiling. Wasn't he the one that just ticked off Richter…or was it himself…Probably both of them…Yeah that was it. "Uh, what's with that look…?"
"W-well, y-you know-"
"No, actually I don't know."
"B-be quiet R-Ratatosk. I'm t-talking. A-As I was saying…Richter handled t-that pretty w-well, even though h-he might avoid me for the r-rest of the n-night…" Emil said the last part, now frowning. "He's s-so m-mad at me…"
"Well…then give him what he wants!" Ratatosk said, as if he thought that Emil would actually have a clue what he was talking about, which he didn't.
"What does he want?"
A mischievous grin formed on the lord of all Jackasses face.
I think that my writing improved somewhat. I'm feeling more confident. Maybe this story will turn out to have a lemon/lime in later chapters? Still thinking about it. _e Even though actually, I have this great Idea for a lemon in a separate story.
So; Ratatosk is making everything so much harder. Richter can not eat a decent meal without getting slopped.
Now let's play a game called; how many times will Richter will have to take a shower in this story!
Current Count: 3
*Special K.- Cereal the women usually ate to lose weight...poor Emil.
*Fruit loops- "gay" version on Cheerios, or so they say. Basically Ratatosk cracked a gay joke.
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