Finally gout one of the stories up~! ^_^

Original idea goes to: OnIgIRI-cHaN (When i was in the 1st-3rd grade i used to make my "special soup" on thanksgiving i would just throw in a bunch of random stuff into it. i remember i used to use alot of sesame seeds, leaves (possibly bay leaves but idk...) uncut whole radishes, chuncks of ill cut unknown meats... and something that once turned the soup water a thick reddish orange...Well i honestly believed that my parents loved the soup for years afterward becouse i forced and watched everyone eat the crappy soup xD Well i asked my mom if she actually liked it years afterward and she was like "Uhh *cringes* i Remember that disgusting soup you used to make ^-^ *Says all lovingly* i was just like D: :O REALLY?)

It was rather challenging to do but i like the way it turned out. ^_^

Keep those funny school experiences coming~! ^_^


Warning: A bit of language

Disclaimer: don't own them; never will

Enjoy~!


The phone call that should have never been made


Kurogane was a prideful man. Ever since he was a kid he would do anything to prove his worth; especially to his parents and they'd be proud of him.

Or so he thought.

Lately he got into thinking about a lot of things he had done over the years. There were some things that made him happy that he did while other things would make him re-evaluate his life accordingly….like the time he tried to practice the tuba.

He landed in the hospital after the first session.

However, that wasn't what irked him. There are certain things that he knew he sucked at and sucked at badly when he was little.

For instance….cooking.

Earlier that day, the chemistry teacher noted that Kurogane's a decent cook ever since they became roommates. Even though the blonde was pestering him throughout the entire day (and half of the night), what the moron said is true…he did had a good hand when it came to cooking.

But what about when he was younger?

After a period of headaches and creating craters on the walls, he finally got the courage to pick up the phone and dialed.

He waited for the other line to pick up.

*CLICK*

Hello, this is the Suwa Residence.

"Hey dad; it's me, Kurogane."

There was a silence on the other line.

Kurogane? Is that really you? Haha! Boy, do you know how long since I've heard from you?

The gym teacher cleared his throat in embarrassment. "…Yeah…sorry about that." He then heard a chuckle on the other end.

Don't worry about it. I'm just playing with you. Now, what's with the sudden phone call? You miss your old man already~? You always were the clingy type when you were a tyke; like the time you wouldn't let go of your mother's leg just because of the-.

Kurogane angrily sighed as he crossed his arms. "Dad….that never happened and even if it did you have no proof of it. God you sound like the moron." He muttered the last part. "Anyway there is a reason why I'm calling you today."

Oh I see. So what is it?

"Well it's just….I need to know about something." Kurogane tried to find the words for it. "Do you remember years ago when I wanted to help mom with the cooking sometimes?"

There was a short pause on the other end as Kurogane's father was in thought.

Yes, I remember. It was during the winter holidays when relatives come over. Why?

Kurogane thought back to the days when his mom was well and his dad was working almost day and night to make ends meet. He remembered his mom's smile when he finished his dish. It was a funny looking stew to say the least. It had weird chunks of meat that he cut up by himself along with radishes, sesame seeds, leaves (maybe bay leaves; he wasn't sure), and a lot of colored seasonings.

So much that the stew had a thick red-ish, orange-ish color to it. And it was thick….very thick.

However when he served it to his mom, she smiled and told him that it was the best stew she had ever tasted. When his dad came home and tried it, he was rather proud that his son was interested in cooking. Eventually he made the dish every time relatives would come to visit; like the holidays. He didn't hear any complaints nor whining from them.

Although he did stop making that dish when his mother passed away, it was the first dish he was proud of making.

"And you remember the stew that I made as a kid, right?"

Kurogane….where are you going with this?

It's now or never.

"I just wanted to know….did you really like it?"

Then a long pause on the other end that soon made Kurogane a bit uncomfortable.

"…Dad; is there something wrong?"

Son…..can I be honest with you about something?

"Sure."

That stew you made….it was absolutely the WORST thing I have EVER eaten in my entire life.

"Well that's fin-Wait what?" This apparently was news to Kurogane….and not the good kind. "You…hated the stew I made?"

Kurogane…son; let's be frank about this. Your mother and I were actually very supportive about your cooking at the time…..but that stew…..well let's just say that it was the reason I was hunched over the toilet that night.

"…."

And there's the fact that your cousins ended up in the ER because of it. I lied about them not coming that one time because they had other plans. Your mother and I wanted to tell you when you got a bit older but it never came up….we just didn't have the heart to bring you down.

"….So you're telling me that not only you lied about liking the stew for years, you lied about how the others like it too?" Kurogane should be angry; he had every right to be….however, he wasn't. Instead, he was a bit depressed. "Why am I not surprised?"

.I'm guessing you're taking this well….as well as I think you're taking it anyway.

"Look, I should be angry about this but I'm not. I should be but I guess if you two told me this sooner than the house would have burned down."

Funny how you became a bit of pyromaniac at the same time you wanted to cook.

"Hey, you came in at the wrong and distracted me. It's not my fault the kitchen had scorches and that cat had no hair. And the fur grew back; didn't it?"

Kurogane's father chuckled on the other end. Barely. Try explaining to the neighbors why there was a spotted mutated creature on our fence. They thought we were cursed or something.

The gym teacher had to laugh a bit at that. Best year of his middle school life. Then a thought came to him as a dark smirk came to him. 'I think I found a way to get back at the moron for that facebook prank.'

The rest of that phone call went without a hitch.


Kurogane chuckled evilly as he stirred the contents in the pot. He then hear the door open.

"Oh Kurgy~! Are you here~? Your best friend in the whole wide world is here~!"

The gym teacher's smirk got darker."Yeah I'm here you moron; why else would the door be open?" He then pulled the ladle up and saw the thick glob slowly run down back into the pot.

"I am going to savor this moment for all that it's damn worth."


END


*hurriedly calls 911*

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