The last of 3 uploads for tonight. You'd be surprised to see that I still have quite a few to post before I'm caught up. And yes, I'm well aware that these drabbles heavily promote Mami/Kyouko.
She wasn't sure if she should be more worried by the high pitched beeping of the fire alarm, or of the smell of smoke wafting through the apartment. Regardless, she rushed to the kitchen, wondering exactly what she'd see when she arrived. That is, if there was anything left.
Mami froze in the doorway, staring at the scene before her. Black smoke was rolling from a large pot and Kyouko was hefting a big pot of water toward the stove. She was exasperated and cursing up a storm, which could still be heard over the fire alarm's beeping. Panic could be read on her face as she moved closer to the stove.
Without another thought, Mami dashed into the kitchen, grabbed some pot holders, and quickly took the smoking pot from one burner and placed it on another that wasn't in use. She switched off the stove and peered into the pot, trying to see just what Kyouko had been attempting to make. She could barely make out the large clump of pasta, but it was there. Sauce covered most of it, bubbling and burbling still. She then found a step stool and moved to the far wall, climbing on it so she could stop the fire alarm's cacophonous racket. She turned to face Kyouko. "What were you doing?" she asked as she climbed down.
Kyouko crossed her arms. "Cooking."
"Cooking does not turn out like this. Cooking makes edible food. This is… I'm not sure." She was sterner than she meant to be, mostly because of the thoughts of everything that could have gone wrong had she not fixed the problem.
"Mine does, apparently. Who knew?" Kyouko's words were laced with sarcasm as she turned away, stung by the remarks.
"Why didn't you ask me to cook?" Mami placed an arm on Kyouko's shoulder, which Kyouko shrugged off.
"I wanted to try cooking on my own! I was hungry and I thought I'd try making dinner for once. You always do it without any problem and it looked so easy. I thought I could do it too." Then, softer, she added, "And I wanted to cook for you."
Mami couldn't resist smiling. Kyouko had tried to do something sweet, and was embarrassed that she had failed in the attempt. She spoke more gently. "Kyouko, cooking takes practice. It might look easy when I do it, but I've done it a lot."
Slowly Kyouko turned around. "How was I supposed to know? I just wanted to…" she trailed off.
"Let me help you. You were trying to make spaghetti, I'm guessing?" When Kyouko nodded, she continued. "I'll show you how to make it then."
"There's no more ingredients to make any more…" mumbled Kyouko. "I used 'em all…"
Leaning over and kissing Kyouko's cheek, Mami replied, "Then we'll go shopping for the supplies." She took Kyouko's hand and tugged her away from the failed attempt.
"So…you'll show me, right? 'Cause I don't want that happening again." She gestured over her shoulder.
"No one wants that happening again." She laughed softly when Kyouko glared at her.
"And now you see why I prefer fast food," retorted Kyouko, pushing Mami away from the kitchen. The sooner they bought new supplies and cooked the meal properly, the sooner Kyouko could forget about her attempted mess. She was certain though that Mami would not forget. That would require future payback. Kyouko grinned at the thought. Some good would come from this after all…