Tough Cookies
By Amai
Disclaimer- Digimon and all its characters
are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are
others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all wishes
come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no stealing,
kiddies.
Author's
Notes- Yet another Daiyako from me. What
can I say? I like this coupling. Although I really, -really- need to get back
to my series that are going on…and I promise I will! Not another standalone
after this. *nods* With that said, go on to the fic-
"Are you done mixing the cookie dough yet,
Daisuke?" Miyako called from the sink, where she was hastily washing the dishes
for them to use. She sighed, even more frustrated with her boyfriend than she
was earlier. She had to practically drag him over to her house for this
project! It was easy too, the simple task of baking cookies for the
Digi-Destined. They were having a picnic, just for fun the next day, and each
of them had to bring some food. Miyako and Daisuke were in charge of the
dessert.
Bad idea. The day Daisuke learns how to cook, the
day Izzy would throw away his laptop, move to America, and become an Amish…
Miyako couldn't help but to snicker, despite her
frustration, at that thought. So true. She pushed some damp mauve hair out of her eyes, suddenly frowning.
Daisuke hadn't answered her. "Daisuke? Are you done…?"
She was answered by a loud crash
and many curses from her goggled companion. Her eyes widened in disbelief as
she slowly put down the plate she was washing, rubbing her hands clean on her
pant legs and making her way to the room where Daisuke was.
"Daisuke…don't tell me that-!"
She stopped. Dripping on the table, and all around the floor, was what had used
to be the dough.
And there was Daisuke, grinning
like an idiot, covered from head to toe in dough.
"Er…hi?"
"DAISUKE!" Miyako screamed, waving her hands about
frantically, her face nearly exploding with rage. "I leave you for FIVE minutes
and you ruin the place!"
"Well you should have known
better than to leave me here all alone with food! If you're so great at this,
why don't you make any dough!" Daisuke spat back, sticking out his
tongue playfully at the fuming Miyako. She would have smacked the boy, but for
some reason, despite how obnoxious he was acting…
….he just looked so adorable
covered in cookie dough that she couldn't do anything even if she had wanted to
to such a face.
Feeling quite helpless, Miyako
threw down her hands. "I thought this was just going to be a thing between us,
but I guess you're too immature to take this seriously. Fine! Just…do whatever.
I'll do this by myself. After I finish the dishes!" She made a dignified exit,
shaking her head. Why can't we just do something…-anything-…with out
fighting? She wondered, heading back to the sink.
Indeed, heated fights were one
of the things that defined Miyako and Daisuke's relationship from the get-go. One
minute they couldn't have enough of each other, and the next they would
practically spitting nails at the other.
Sometimes…just sometimes…Miyako
wished that they could have one of those perfect relationships that were shown
on television. Where everyone was happy.
Of course, that would never
happen.
Giving an exasperated sigh,
Miyako returned to scrubbing the dishes vigorously, anything to get her mind
off of Daisuke. And causing herself to nick her finger roughly off of the
more-than-clean glass she continued to scrub.
Ow…stupid
Daisuke. You even cause damage when you're not in the room! I don't know why I
bother…
Ah, but she loved him though.
—
"Finally
finished." Miyako stretched as she put the last plate away. "Now I can get to
work on the cookies…hey, it's been kinda quiet around here…too quiet…" The
mauve haired child's eyebrow furrowed with suspicion as she began to make her
way to where she had last left Daisuke.
"Daisuke? Where are you?"
Only then was she answered by
yet another surprise.
It was Daisuke, covered from
head to toe in cookie dough again…but with a plate of freshly baked chocolate
chip cookies in his hands. He presented it to Miyako, giving her a sheepish
smile. "You seemed kinda angry, so I decided to clean up my mess…and I made
these 'specially for you."
"Daisuke…I…" The Chosen Child of
Love and Sincerity felt a familiar sense of hotness graze her face. This,
she reminded herself, this is why I don't think I'll ever stop loving
him…it's worth all the fights.
Daisuke could be such a jerk
sometimes. But, he always found some way to make it up.
But as she kissed him on the
cheek for being so considerate, she realized how she wouldn't have him any
different.