Special: Cooking
Author's Note: A friend of mine requested I write a hitsukarin one shot on cooking(I didn't ask why and neither should you), but I decided to just make it a chapter in this book. I've done this before in my other books...And I suppose you could call this chappy a side story. And well...I hope you enjoy!
I was 9. And I was an elite elementary school student. Not only that, I was top of my class. However, there was one class that I was rapidly failing. And at that time I decided, although it was shameful of me, to get a tutor. This class I was failing, would become my downfall if I did not find help. This class..Was cooking.
I snorted a strand of my black hair out of my face.
"Again!" I say, holding my stirring thingy tight and slamming it back an forth in the bowl.
What was my stirring tool called again? I forget..Oh well..
I tried to stir the batter the best of my ability. But when I lifted the tool out of the bowl, one single line of watery batter ran from the tip of the tool which was, by now, crushed on either side from the intense smacking to the bowl. And when I look at the batter in the bowl, it's definitely mixed, in fact, I think I over killed it a bit..Because it was so thin that it all looked like milk..How was I supposed to make a cake out of this.
I through out the batter again and started with the eggs and flour.
"Could you tell me the cookbook measurements for water again, Mr. Tutor?" I ask. But he doesn't answer. Nor does he start to read the measurements..
"Mr. Tutor?" I questioned again. But when I look back at him, it's the same as always. He's fallen over on his butt and his clenching to the wall.
"You...You...Demon!" He says, scrambling off the ground and running out the cooking room.
I sigh and sling the cake batter off my hands, trying to wipe the sweat away from my forehead.
That's the 7th tutor I've scared away...Is the way I cook weird or something? Is it wrong to treat it the way I do? Mom told me once to respect cooking. So I'm respecting it by giving it my all and my full force and strength..Maybe that might be scary to the cooking majors who tutor me..Who knows..
I take my hair bandana out and untie the back of my apron. This just sucks...
Now who am I going to get to tutor me? That person was the last on the list...
I grab my bag and math book, opening the gray door out to the hallway.
Being the second best in the class gave me the privilege of special academic classes that excel beyond the other's student's capability. The top 10 in each grade got to participate in these classes. However, most of them where so smart they skipped out on all the classes. So I was really the only one who went to every one of them..
As I make my way past the window and to the math room, I stop and back up.
"That guy has the nerve.." I mumbled to myself.
Up in the tree, on the largest branch, Toshiro slouched over on his back and a book over his face, snoozing in broad daylight. Probably just proclaiming that he could do it, I doubt he's even tired.
I exit out the side door into the light. God it was bright at this hour, how can he be sleeping?
"Hey!" I say, walking up to him, "Math is starting!"
He lifts the book up and winces, glancing in my direction.
"Where you cooking?" He asks.
I stare at him. How did he..Figure that out? I can't let him know I have any weaknesses.
"N-no." I state, looking away nervously.
He shuts his book and yawns.
"You're terrible at lying," He says, jumping down from the tree.
He puts his hands in his pockets and strolls over to me.
When he gets face to face, he slides his finger across my nose. I jump back slightly and blink several times.
He shows his finger to me and I see it, that white powder.
"Next time, if you want to hide something, remember to wash your face," He informs.
I blush. How could I have missed such a simple step? Oh I'm so stupid!
"Having trouble with cooking class I suppose?" Toshiro questions, walking back over to the tree and plopping down beneath it.
"How did you know that?"
"Cooking is not in the schedule of extra curricular today. So the only way you could've done it was if you had a tutor," He explains, "So what happened to your tutor?" He asked.
"N-nothing.." I stutter.
"You chased him away, didn't you?"
"Stop doing that!" I yell.
"Doing what?"
"Reading my mind! Or whatever you do to figure me out," I specify.
"Well then don't be so easy to read," He says, looking through the window into the school building.
"Oh forget it. Just come on! Class is starting," I say.
"Fine, I'll tutor you.." He sighs.
"What?" I ask.
"Come on, you're practically beginning for it," He laughs, "Just remember to keep up with me," He says, getting back up and putting his hands in his pockets. Is he even..Good at cooking?
"Lighten up on the pressure and power you use when you stir," He says.
Reluctantly I lighten up on my stirring. I can't believe my rival is teaching me..
"More." He says.
I slow ever more.
"No, at that rate you'll snap the whisk," Toshiro sighs and walks over to me. He takes my hand in the whisk and slowly spins it in the bowl.
"Gently, cooking takes time and each recipe must be treated with care," He informs.
I watch carefully as he continues to help me. But when it finally dazes me, how close he was, I stop suddenly. He seems to notice and he steps away.
"Keep going," He says, "I'll start up the oven."
I slowly start to stir the white batter again. This time, I could actually feel the eggs disappearing in the batter and see the flour soak into the water and sugar.
After a few minutes, Toshiro calls me over.
"We're going to make icing," He explains.
"Eh? But can't we just buy it?" I ask.
"What's the point in fighting all the battles if your just going to cheat in the semi finals?" He replies.
Weird metaphor..But I got what he was saying..Why not make the Icing?
"So how are we going to-"
He dips his finger in this tiny bowl and pokes it in my mouth. Everything seems to freeze. What in the world?
"Taste ok?" He asked.
I snap out of my trance and nod, "Mmm hmm."
"Then we'll make this icing," He says, removing his finger from my mouth.
I gasp, "A warning next time?"
"All I did was put my finger in your mouth. Are you that childish?" He questions, grabbing the same ingredients he used to make the first sample of the icing.
"Pour the batter into the pan, would you," He commands, still fumbling in the cabinets for ingredients.
I walk over to the batter and bring it to the pan next to Toshiro. I take the wooden spoon next to it and tilt the bowl, letting the batter spill out. I used the spoon to help it move along. This time, the batter was much more thick and actually looked..Healthy.
When I'm sure I get as much as I can out of the bowl, I set it in the sink and walk back over to the pan. I dip my hand in the rounded batter and call, "Hey Hitsugaya!"
He turns curiously as I stick my finger in his mouth. His eyes widen as he seems to be rather appalled.
"Now who's childish?" I laugh.
Irritated, he grabs a hand full of flour and splashes it in my face.
I open my mouth in dismay and reach for the flour as well, but Toshiro blocks me.
"No way," He says.
I snort and take my other hand, trying to get to the flour again.
He grabs it, and pulls it behind my back, untying my bandana and using it as rope to bind my hands together.
"I might be your cooking teacher, but remember now, you're still number 2," He says with almost a faint sense of a smile on his face.
"I wasn't ready!" I argue.
"Ah, but the good warrior is always ready," He says, and then again, almost that smile.
Was he...Having fun?
"Not too bad," Toshiro said after he tried the first bite out the cake we made.
"Really? I mean, to tell you the truth..I've never gotten past the mixing part," I laugh.
"Well then this is pretty damn good improvement," He admits.
"Hey watch the language," I warn.
"You'll always say that, even though yours is just as bad as mine," He tells me.
"Well there goes math class..." I mumble.
He doesn't answer..And for a minute..I think I upset him. But I wouldn't know...
But what ends up happening...He puts his fork down and slides the chair back. He walks up to me and plants his hand in my hair.
"What a good student," He says, stooping down and smiling. This wasn't faint. It was real, he's winking at me.
I kinda wanna take a picture and post it on facebook. Look world!
Toshiro Hitsugaya just smiled! I put my hand to his head and the other to my own, "Are you sick or something?"
"Huh?" He slaps my hand away, "Of course not, you're the one who's screwed up."
I laugh and grin, "Yeah, I guess you're right.."
Author's Notes:
So sorry y'all. I was on vacation and had no internet. So sorry for the late update...Won't happen again. Like it? No? Yes? Review plz!
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