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Moments
Prompt#11: Colorless
It had been a bad idea and now he was paying for it.
He looked down at his filled plate of spicy omelette rice with thinly veiled disdain. Something he hoped wasn't showing too much in his features, in fear of what the woman in front of him would do to him, if he insulted her..err.. culinary skills.
'or lack there of' he thought, miserably.
It was of course to his insistence that she be the one to cook for the night, thinking that she would be up to the task, but all he got was cold disappointment. The omelette rice looked dry and colorless, much like how he was feeling and his tone of skin, well he might as well bear the punishment, he only prayed to every deity out there, that it would not be anything like that of Otae's.
The woman in front of him looked up, expectantly. She was all decked out in a cute pink apron, and her tied in a very 'house wife' bun, her eyes seeming brighter than anything he had ever seen. Hell, she looked exceptionally cute.
Might even give Ketsuno Ana a run for her money.
'No!' He thought vehemently, Ketsuno Ana was in a league of her own, no woman could compare to that. He leveled her with a neutral gaze as she shot him a nervous smile, whilst biting her lower lip to stop it from getting any wider.
He turned his attention back to the plate of food in front of him and gulped down a load of saliva and what could be bile.
"Ano...Gintoki, I have never cooked before, all I have experience cooking is nabe, so it might not be as good as anything else you have tried." She warned him, nervously. She only hoped that her food didn't kill him, she knew his tastes and recalled all the steps to making fried rice from Hinowa, thought she was only half listening at that time but she believes she recalled all the basic and necessary steps.
He picked up his spoon and scooped up the smallest mouthful ever and shoveled it into his mouth after uttering a quiet prayer.
He felt as though someone had taken an entire canister of sugar and poured it all in his mouth. He slowly chewed his, err food and felt the crystals of sugar, bits of egg and grains of rice all moving around in his mouth. He tasted many things salt, sugar, spice, regret, despair etc.,
He swallowed his first mouthful in quick succession and shoveled another spoonful in, all the while feeling Tsukuyo's amethyst gaze on him. He peered up at her slowly and painfully, hoping that his face didn't give away any real emotions.
She looked very anxious, keeping her lower lip between both sets of teeth, leaving it pomegranate red. And her eyes looked distracted and oh so wide and innocent, and her cheeks, holding a healthy blush.
'Crap! She looks so cute! What do I do now?!' he lamented to himself. Why couldn't he find that perfect woman? Why oh why god?
He shoveled in a second spoonful, one after another, anything to end the torture. He should have known, after trying her sweet nabe and sweet dumplings and sweet everything!
How many times had he tried to tell the damn woman just because he liked sweets, doesn't mean everything he ate had to be it. Oh well, the sooner he got this over with, without her finding out he hates her cooking, the better.
Placing his empty plate down, Gintoki felt triumphant, he looked up to meet his gaze with his beloved drunk terminator. She was gazing at him anxiously and her entire disposition was flustered, he almost forgave her for putting him through the torture.
"It's...good," Gintoki bit out, guzzling down half a quart of water and getting rid of the essence the omelette rice. She didn't look convinced, so he gave her a constipated smile and thumbs up.
She sighed to herself, relieved, as he did the same.
Thank kami-sama it was over. Until she uttered her next sentence.
"I made seconds!" she declared holding out a pot full off the nasty concoction.
Next thing he knew, Gintoki saw black.
NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED HERE!
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