Chapter 4
Previously
"Nice bike. Whose is it?" I ask, practically purring at the beauty in front of me. Rogue shuffles around nervously.
"It's my bike." He admits reluctantly.
"Could you take me for a ride sometime?" I ask, perking up that this guy is absolutely the guy of my dreams.
Rogue's POV
"Sure!" I say slowly. I didn't think that she would be the type of girl that adores motorcycles. Looks like she's full of surprises. I open the door to see my pyro-maniac of a cousin running to my room. Without thinking I grab Lucy's hand and bolt after him screaming "NATSU! YOU DAMN PYRO!"
Lucy's POV
I giggle, thinking about tht motorcycle. It's a die-hard beauty. 'I wonder how he'd react if he found out that I have my own motorcycle.' I think, imagining all the possibilities. I didn't pay attention till I see a door with one word that caused my heart to race. 'ROGUE'. Why is he dragging me to his room? I shrug it off thinking that maybe he forgot something and grabbed me so I didn't get lost. He opens his door and I stop suddenly. This can't be his room. I squeal in excitement, dropping his hand and running over to his bookshelves.
Rogue's POV
I hear a squeal behind me, and when I go to turn around, only to see Lucy bound off to my books. A drop of sweat is clearly visable. She likes reading. That's something we both have in common. I chuckle quietly, watching as she scans my books.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to talk to my father." I tell her, wondering if she would be upset. But when I look at her she isn't even paying attention.
"Hn." She says, grunting, while she reads my book titles. I sweatdrop. 'She completely ignored me.' I think, stepping out of my room. I walk to the kitchen to see my father yelling at my brothers and cousins, smoke filling the air.
"OI! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" I hear a scream behind me. I turn around and there's Lucy, looking appalled at the sight before her.
"Let me cook." She says, calming down, anger visable on her face. She obviously doesn't like to waste food. Father shakes his head in a 'no'. "That wasn't a request." She says, a glare on her face that put Mira and Erza's glares to shame, effectively scaring my father, and that's not an easy thing to do, let me tell you. "That was an order. Everyone except Rogue out. I'll find out if he knows how to cook or not." She says, a grin on her angelic features.
Lucy's POV
I grab an apron and tie it around my neck.
"Rogue, can you tie the back of the apron for me?" I ask sweetly. Guess I'll have to win this family over with my cooking charms. Rogue nods meekly and ties the apron obediantly. His family sits on the counter, obviously wanting to watch me cook. I grin and walk over to the fridge. I search through the shelves while I search through my brain for recepies. 'Damn. Why is it that today I can't think of my best recipies?!' I growl at myself. "Phone." I order, holding my hand out for the phone. I dial Virgo's cell phone number.
"Hime?" Virgo asks.
"Virgo. I need my book. The one on my 3rd shelf. The one I had you help me with the cover art." I demand. "Bring it next door within 5 minutes. If you accomplish that, I'll consider punishment." I add, rolling my eyes, walking to the front door, waiting. Within the allotted 5 minutes, Virgo appears with my cook book.
"Punishment?" She asks. I sweat drop.
"No, you made it within 5 minutes." I say, chuckling. I walk back to the kitchen, a grin evident on my face. I search through my recipies quickly. I found one. Spicy chicken with my famous sweet and sour sauce. 'If they can handle this dish, I'll be amazed. No one that has had this recipie has been able to taste the same again. Let alone ask for seconds.' I grin, deviously. I go through and pull out all the ingredients.
"On second thought, Rogue go sit with your family. Watch me while I work my magic." I say, a grin clear on my face as I crack my knuckles. Rogue and his family sit on the counter while I am a whirlwind going through their kitchen, grabbing ingredients, putting ingredients back, stirring, whisking, washing. Picking up every piece of evidence that I was ever in this kitchen.
"Rogue-kun." I say, very sweetly, just because I wouldn't be able to carry the food. Should've made it in smaller batches.
"Yeah?" Rogue asks, his face crimson red.
"Could you carry the food for me? I made too much in the batch." I sigh, pretending to start crying. "Now the food will go to waste because everyone hates my cooking." I 'fall to the ground crying' sitting on my knees. I'm a damn good actress. So it's no surprise that I was able to conjure tears in an instant.
"The food you made won't go to waste!" Rogue says, trying to stop me from crying. "Here's a pocky!" He hands me a pocky, like he was hoping to cheer me up.
"POCKY!" I jump up and grab the pocky, sticking it in my mouth, grab the dishes that will be needed and run out to the dining room to set the table. Everyone in the room just looks dumbfounded.
"Come on guys!" I shout impatiently. "Hurry up! It's better when it's not cold!" I add. No reaction.
"If you guys eat all of this and like it, I'll make you desert too." I say, diving out of the way of the stampede. Guess that worked. After the food is dished out, everyone is eating, all the boys except for Rogue eating messily.
"More please!" They shout.
"There is no more." I say, stunned. No one has ever been able to eat that without complaint. Let alone left clear plates. "I'll go cook the desert now. And no one is allowed in the kitchen. If anyone enters, no matter who it is. They'll see their life flash before their eyes." I say, running to the kitchen. I chuckle when Gajeel follows me. I run to the cutlery (probably a misspell I know), set and throw a knife at Gajeel, narrowly missing him. He stops in his tracks and runs. Good.
I set out to make the cake, mixing the batter swiftly, pouring it, placing it in the oven. I sit down to think about the frosting. I decide to make it a bright emerald green. I set out to making my homemade frosting while checking on the cake every so often. Just as I finish mixing my white buttercream frosting, the timer beeps. I pull out my cake and let it cool down. I put some of the green dye in, mixing it so the color will be perfect. I put the cake on a tray and frost it expertly. I lift the cake onto one hand and, while balancing it perfectly like a waitress, I glide out of the kitchen to the dining room.
"Here you are, masters." I say, smiling flirtily at Rogue, who turns away with a red face. I cut the cake and serve it to the others, before serving myself a slice.