Chapter 7
Aya had taken it upon himself to organize the kitchen while he was waiting for his food to finish cooking.
True, it wasn't that it was horribly disorganized, which Aya was pretty sure was Omi's doing. But it was obvious that Yohji and Ken had been messing it up.
So he'd pulled everything out of the drawers and cupboards and had rearranged them, placing them back in an order that he deemed fitting.
And if anyone dared mess it up he was going to kill them! He'd be watching Yohji like a hawk. First off to make sure he didn't mess things up, and secondly to make sure he didn't try to pull any crap on him! He was tired of the man messing with him!
"What are you making, Aya?" Yohji asked, looking excited, until his eyes fell on the rearranged kitchen.
"What the hell…how am I supposed to find anything in that?" Yohji gasped, walking in and looking around as Aya slapped the last few pans in the lower cupboard.
"Look with both eyes open." Aya growled, pushing him out of the room.
"Go and tell Omi and Ken that its ready," Aya waited for Yohji to leave before opening the oven and pulling out the chicken and veggies.
He quickly drained out the gravy, removed the fat from it, and added some milk and flour to thicken it up.
Once that was done he started dishing out the potatoes and veggies onto the four plates evenly. Then, after that was done he cut up the chicken and distributed it evenly, pouring gravy on it to finish it off.
"Damn, Aya, you really outdid yourself! This looks…"
"You shouldn't comment on someone's cooking unless you've eaten some," Aya interrupted Yohji's gushing.
Ken and Omi were both staring at the plates, looking like they were in shock.
The three of them grabbed their plates and ran to the table, digging in. Aya poured himself some water and followed calmly behind them. Taking a seat at Omi's left, so that he didn't have to be next to Yohji or Ken.
"I threw out everything in the fridge that was past its expiration date. There was an alarming amount of it. Don't you throw anything out?" Aya asked, raising an eyebrow as he delicately cut a large piece of chicken.
"I haven't had time. I'm sorry," Omi said, bowing his head.
"I wasn't asking you. I can guess you've had your hands full playing mother to these ingrates." Aya pointed at them with his fork.
"They try to help. They're just not really good at it. They help better at the shop, I swear!" Omi defended.
"They'd better." That was all he had to say, before continuing eating. He wouldn't put up with laziness. Not on his watch.
"Shit! Its 2:00! The game!" Ken shouted, grabbing his plate and moving to leave.
"Eat in here. If the game is so important then you can put your food in the fridge for later." Aya growled. He hated it when people ate on furniture. Pawn had ruined two couches before Aya had made that rule!
"Don't worry, Aya, I bought TV trays so that he doesn't slop on the couch," Omi assured.
Aya nodded. That was acceptable.
"Aya's pet," Yohji snorted.
"Shut up, Yohji!" Omi shouted, and then winced.
"The reason I'm kinder to Omi than you is because he is the only one out of the three of you that isn't shameful. That's all there is to it. Now shut up and eat or leave the table! You've irritated me enough today."
"Well excuse me, your highness."
"Make sure you wash your dishes!" Aya warned as Yohji finished eating and made to leave the table.
"I'm not a moron, Aya. I do know how to use the dishwasher," Yohji snorted.
"Dishwasher?" The Crashers hadn't had a dishwasher and they'd gotten on just fine. Everyone cleaned up after themselves. Even Pawn, who was notorious for making messes, cleaned up after himself.
"Yeah, you primate, a dishwasher. You know, those things that get the food off your plates!" Yohji laughed.
What shocked Aya even more was that Yohji took his empty plate, as well.
"See, I told you he could be helpful," Omi said with a smile. "You won't have to worry about him for the rest of the night, don't worry."
"And why is that?" He'd have known if Omi had managed to slip something in Yohji's food.
"Because there's no mission tonight, so he's going out. We won't see him until tomorrow morning."
Aya nodded. He sure as hell hoped so. He was tired of being stared at and questioned all damned day long. He was tired of the jokes about women. Tired of Yohji laughing at funny looking couples.
Couldn't the man just talk shop for two seconds? Tell him about the missions he'd been on even? Did it always have to be about a woman? Whether it was a blonde joke or his sex life?
It all just made him…tired.
Aya raised an eyebrow as Yohji walked by in just a pair of low rise jeans, heading to the door. Yohji turned and smirked at him before grabbing his shoes.
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