A/N: So here's a next chunk of story. It's not much, I just want to stretch this out to make it look nicer. And I want to think each chapter out...just a preference. Anyway this chapter just sets the mood for the cooking that's to come. I hope I haven't brought Kanda into too much OOC-ness, but I didn't want this to be too long and take the time to get him to soften up. Just imagine that Allen and him had been getting close beforehand xD

Kanda took a second to recall any fathomable memory of ever making pancakes in his life.

"So… where do we start?" Allen asked which resulted in a frustrated glare from Kanda.

"Just…just get a bowl. A medium sized one of you can find it." Kanda replied, watching Allen turn eagerly and search the kitchen.

Ah damn. I really only know the basics for this. I've read recipes and seen pancakes but I have no fucking clue about cooking them. I really just don't want to see the baka moyashi ruin the kitchen, he told himself. But was that really his reason for helping the smaller, innocent, cute-

Kanda's observations were cut short when a loud crash came from where Allen was crouched down in front of a cupboard. A low damn it came from Allen and Kanda both while they made no moves, checking to see if anyone had heard.

"Damn it, do you want everyone down here? Be quiet, get the bowl, and get the fuck over here." Kanda sighed and threw a sympathetic look…(S-Sympathetic? Hell no!) at Allen.

I was sitting here, reading, minding my own damn business and now I have this to put up with. And why the hell am I even helping him of all people? And why the hell am I looking at him? I hate everything about him. The way he constantly smiles, and eats, and talks, and looks, and…

Kanda's other observations of Allen were stopped abruptly when Allen stood up victoriously holding a bowl and some mixing spoons he'd found.

"Okay. I have this and these spoons. Are they good enough? Can we get started now? I'm really really hungry…" Allen kept going like that while Kanda stood rethinking him over.

What the hell have I started?, he thought with another flick of his hair over his shoulder.

"That's fine. Put 'em on the counter and get some milk, flour, and measuring cups." At this point Kanda was kind of winging it since he only had the vaguest idea of what went into pancakes.

Kanda watched as Allen nodded and turned, tripping over the open cupboard door.

"Oh for the love of God" Kanda said while rolling his eyes.

Allen gave an embarrassed chuckle. "Thought I closed that," he mumbled as he sat glaring at the door as if it had attacked him.

Kanda couldn't help it. It was too hard. The sight of Allen looking like he wanted to fight back with the freaking door. It was just too hard not to. He let his arms fall from their crossed positions and laughed; a small light-hearted laugh.

Allen gave up his staring contest and looked at Kanda.

"Was that a laugh? An actual human sign of emotion?" Allen was being sarcastic but his ego had just been burnt.

Kanda didn't hear him. He was too busy loving the scene before him.

He walked over to where Allen was still a bit sprawled on the floor and extended his hand.

"Get up moyashi, we're wasting time."

"Aren't you going to kill me…" Allen trailed off.

"Eh, not now. It would ruin the moment." He said still feeling the remnants of his laugh.

Oh hell. I can't begin to understand why I'm feeling like this but it's okay. It's probably just the time; it is fucking one in the morning.

At this point Allen was up and looking at Kanda to see if he was going to pull Mugen out and yell "Psyche!" or something.

I know I just heard him laugh. The time is probably getting to him… Allen reasoned.

"Now get the other stuff and I'll get the pan ready for cooking. We'll need some eggs too." Kanda tried to bring up the image of the recipe he had seen for pancakes in one of the magazines he had been reading. He directed Allen around somberly, not wanting another outburst or any questions from the baka in the kitchen.

Glancing over his shoulder at the person sharing this midnight madness, Allen saw Kanda flipping through a cookbook.

I knew it! He doesn't know how to make pancakes anymore than I do. So why is he helping me? Better yet, why am I ever down here? I should of just stayed in bed….

Allen grabbed a couple of eggs and set them next to Kanda on the counter, who was still flipping through the book.

Kanda had, in fact, given in, and had grabbed a cookbook he found on the table.

"I only know the basics. Give me a sec and I'll find a recipe that won't make this turn out to be a complete and total waste of time."

Allen shrugged and rolled the eggs around on the counter.

He's so annoying, both Allen and Kanda thought.

I uber promise that there will be cooking in the next chapter. I apologize for the suspense x.x