"Made To Order"
Chapter 29
By Petit Angel Girl
Anime: YuGiOh!/Yuugiou Duel Monsters
Pairing: Yami x Tèa/Anzu
Rated G
Authoress' Note: This story is also side-written by my friend, Sara-Darkotter. She wanted me to mention that. Now, onto the story!
"Yami? Yami!" She sighs. "That kitten."
Once at the game shop, she sighs again. Yami is lying over the counter, holding Marie, who had wandered over the edge, caught in time. "Yami, cats land on their feet."
"Téa, she's a kitten."
"98% of the time, they'll land on their feet."
"The rest of the time, they just crash and break limbs."
Rolling her eyes, she goes over to the kitten. "You're a little daredevil!"
"Mew." She paws Téa's nose.
"Uh!"
"No claws, Marie."
"She isn't."
"Mew?"
"Oh, you curious about my nose? Why?"
"Mew." She paws at her cheeks, then nose.
When Tèa looks in the counter's reflection, her nose is going pink. "Uh!" She quickly tries to cover it. It goes a little more pink. She clamps her hands over her mouth and waits. "Ah-choo!" Smoke rolls out between her hands as she muffles this sneeze.
Beep. Beep. The smoke alarm goes off. Yami shuts it off. "You okay now?"
Sniff. "Yeah. What was that about?"
"I dunno."
As she looks and sniffs around for the possible cause, the scent of a tree comes to mind. Floor cleaner. "Whatever you guys use on wood floors. Not only have my appetite and stomach grown sensitive, my nose has, too!"
"Wow. Say, wanna go dig through the attic? I think I dropped a sandwich in there when I was little."
"Yami…If that was a joke about my stomach, it wasn't a very good one."
"No, I just want to find it before it grows arms and tries to suck out my brains."
"That's your fridge, not attic." She sighs and opens it. The fridge of bachelors and large families. Be careful when opening. Strange creatures lurk within as the yogurt and spinach carry on their everlasting battle. "Now, where's this so-called "Sandwich Monster"?"
"It's in the attic, remember? By the way, the pasta from last month is learning to talk. Don't disturb it."
"Yami, that is a bad sign. Clean out the fridge." She starts digging through to help him sort it out. "How old is this?"
"I don't know. It's always been there."
Wide-eyed, she sets it carefully on the counter. The clean-up continues. "What's this?"
"Last night?"
"I meant the stain."
"That's from when I was six and tipped over some grape juice."
"That doesn't look like grape juice!"
By the time she is through, the fridge is almost empty. The stuff worth saving is put on the counter, she locates cleaner and begins to spray it down. And as she sprays and wipes, she feels a sneeze building-too late. The fridge is now sterilized. Thankfully, nothing melted. "Ugh..." She straightens with a sniffle, rubbing her nose again.
"Everything sets you off." Yami mutters.
She looks up at him. "What did you say?"
"Nothing." When he sees her nose again, he cringes. "Cover your mouth."
"What are you talking about? I-" She covers her mouth just in time. More smoke. "-Hope this doesn't kill my lungs. On second thought, dragon organs are fireproof. Even the throats, thanks to a flap."
"Oh, good."
She checks her nose again. "Okay. I'm fine now." She sits down to rest with a sigh. "I swear that stuff is older than my grandmother. And no, I won't eat it."
Yami laughs. "I wasn't going to ask you to!"
"So now what?"
"Well, the fridge is clean, trash is full of mutants, and the house is empty. Want to just sit in my room and talk?"
"What sort of "talking" are we going to be doing?" she asks skeptically.
"The quiet kind." He nuzzles her neck.
"If you're going to kiss me, just do it already. I know you want to..."
"Yes, but this is the kitchen." He drags her to his room. "Okay. Now." He presses his lips to hers.
Authoress' Note: To be continued next chapter ^.^ Coming soon!
