Happy birthday diav! Also Happy Father's Day. xD
I actually have something written for the right 'holiday' this time, unlike my mixed-up Hallowe'en and Christmas ones. Cheers! xD
026 – carrots
By – Hime no Ichigo
Written for 100(underscore)wangsts, a LJ community/writing challenge. This is theme 026.
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Pairings: Yami/Yuugi
Story Type: Drabble/one-shot
Summary: It's Father's Day, and Yuugi decides to show his grandfather some appreciation.
Disclaimer: I own neither Yuugiou nor the recipe used in this ficlet. (Recipe © CanadianLiving(dot)com)
Spoilers: Post series, solid Yami, blah blah blah.
Warnings: Silly fluff. u.u
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"Flour, check. Baking powder and soda, check and check. Salt, check. Brown sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg; check, check, check." Yuugi looked around the countertop some more, hands delving behind bags, cartons, and mixing bowls. "Vegetable oil, check. Vanilla...vanilla...whose brilliant idea was it to put it up there?" He grumbled as he grabbed a step stool. It wobbled a bit while he reached, but his arm and fingers were too short. He mentally whined.
"Do you need some help with that, aibou?"
Yuugi squeaked, his arm still in mid-reach. He turned his head quickly and as a result, lost his balance. "Mou hitori no boku—!" His eyes shut out of reflex, waiting for the impact against the kitchen tiles, but instead he met a warm, moving surface. He instinctively clutched at the soft landing, before coming back to his senses. "Don't scare me like that ever again!"
A chuckle. "I am sorry, aibou; I was not aware that it was dangerous to ask if you would need a hand in your preparations."
He huffed, straightening up and looking at Yami in the eye, head tilted up a bit. "You know that step stool is old and rickety – was it you who put the vanilla extract on the topmost shelf?! Mou hitori no boku, you know I still can't reach it!"
"All the more reason to do so then, my dear aibou," Yami countered easily, sliding past his other self and motioning for him to come back to the pantry. "That way I can," he hoisted Yuugi up by the waist. "Be close to you and help at the same time. Oi," he placed the other back firmly on the ground. "You have put on some weight, have you not? I swear you were lighter last week..."
"Mou hitori no boku!"
Yami laughed, brushing their noses together. "I jest, aibou. But really – is there anything you would like me to help you with?"
"You can start by not insulting me," Yuugi muttered under his breath. Yami simply grinned. "Can you get the stuff in the fridge? Uh—" he consulted the recipe again. "Cream cheese and butter. After that you can grate the carrots and take care of the canned pineapples." He pushed the other towards the refrigerator. "Now where did those chopped pecans go..."
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"There we go," Yuugi chirped, placing the metal pan carefully in the already preheated oven. "Now we just have to wait for forty minutes." He referred back to the cue card. "Oh wait, there's a tip here... 'Set timer for five minutes less than the time specified in recipe'... I guess that'd be thirty-five minutes?" He twisted the egg-shaped device to the proper time. "I can't wait to see Jii-chan's expression!"
Yami's laugh rumbled after the other's giggles. "I am sure he has not expected this of you either, aibou. Is that everything?"
"Oh no, we still need to make the icing," Yuugi beamed. He quickly washed one of the bowls they had used to mix the previous ingredients. "Let's see...it says to beat the cream cheese with butter until the mixture's smooth. Then add vanilla and icing sugar..."
Yami wordlessly followed the verbal instructions, whipping the first two mentioned items together. Yuugi hovered by his side, occasionally peering into the bowl and making sure it had indeed become smooth. In went the vanilla and icing sugar, and Yami continued (rather mechanically, Yuugi noted after about another five minutes) flicking his wrist in constant rotation.
"I think it's okay now, mou hitori no boku," Yuugi piped up, sticking in a finger discreetly into the icing mixture. Yami heaved a relieved sigh, letting the eggbeater clang against the sink, and leaned against the counter. "Tired?"
"Exhausted is more like it. That was heavy to whip up! Why did you not get an electric beater to do this?"
Yuugi shrugged with a smile and replied cheekily, "Jii-chan would be able to feel and taste the effort you put into making it – that satisfaction alone beats having an appliance do the mixing."
Yami pondered, briefly entertaining the horrid idea that the only reason Yuugi's grandfather could taste the effort was because of sweat blended with the cake, then quickly discarded of it. The thought was rather unappetizing. "...I suppose that makes sense."
"Of course it does." Yuugi licked his index finger clean. "And the icing tastes good. Do you want to try some, mou hitori no boku?"
His heart skipped a beat. As tempting the idea was, they couldn't possibly do that here. Besides, they had to keep an eye on the oven... "Aibou, if you keep eating it there will not be enough left for the cake."
"Yeah there will be," he insisted. He edged closer and waved a digit, grinning when he saw Yami's eyes followed his finger. "You know you want to..." He drawled.
Yami gulped and looked away. Now how was he going to get out of this one?
- Owari -
Story Word Count: 824
Authoress Notes: And there's your once-in-a-blue-moon cooking lesson from the not-very-good-cook, Kaoru. n.n Haha, don't worry, it won't be poisonous, although I would suggest looking up the recipe yourself, because I didn't go into too much detail about the proportions.
posted 06/15/08