One More Reason to Order Out...
By: FXffects
Disclaimer: Come now, we should all know the drill by now.
* *: thoughts
@_@ Stop, Drop, Roll... @_@
"Oh my... Akane, where did you get that oil from?"
"What are you talking about, Kasumi?" Akane asked, a confused look on her face as she continued to pour oil onto the pan. "From the market, of course."
"Oh my." Kasumi quickly reached over and clicked the stove off, sighing softly to herself as a bit of the 'oil' dripped onto her apron. "Akane, dear, I'm not sure that we should be using Castrol oil to make stir-fry." Kasumi's ever present smile faltered just a bit, as she noticed another splotch of oil on her dress.
"Castrol..." Akane paused, and glanced at the bottle in her hands. "Ohhhh." She smiled brightly, and set the bottle to one side, wiping her oily hands onto her apron. "So the jerk really was vomiting that time..." She shrugged, and, with a bit of help from Kasumi, retrieved the cooking oil. "There. No harm done." She reached over and clicked the gas on.
"Um, Akane-chan?" Kasumi peered over her sister's shoulder, a worried look on her face.
Akane glanced over her shoulder at her normally cheerful sister, her smile wavering ever so slightly. "Yes?" *What did I do wrong now?*
"Shouldn't we have used another pan?"
Akane looked down at the pan, the Castrol and cooking oil swirling together quite nicely. *Damn...*
~~~~~
... several minutes later... Kasumi smiled brightly, and handed Akane the cooking oil. "Here you go, Akane-chan."
Akane returned Kasumi's smile, and began to pour the oil onto the pan. The Castrol oil had been safely disposed of beforehand, and the pan had been rinsed clean for another attempt at stir-fry. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing.
"Oh my."
*Oh no...*
Kasumi sniffed a bit, and looked about the room, confused. "What is that dreadful smell?"
Akane shrugged, and reached for a plate of pre-sliced meat. Akane paused, and looked down at the stove. "Oh yeah, gotta turn on the stove."
"Didn't you turn it... on..." Kasumi eyes widened greatly, and she could only watch on in horror, as Akane reached down and clicked on the stove. *Stop, drop, roll...*
~~~~~
"Where's...?" Ranma looked about the house, a confused look on his face.
A rather charred Kasumi smiled at the pigtailed martial artist, as she continued to sweep all of the rubble into one big pile. "Akane-chan blew it up."
"Oh... how?"
"Oh, you know, gas oven was left on, flame from the stove, so on..."
"Ah." Ranma sighed, and shook his head, as he gingerly picked his way through what used to be the kitchen. "Should opt for an electric stove next time."
"An electric oven would be nice."
"Yeah."
Kasumi paused in her sweeping, and looked about at the decimated kitchen. "Father isn't going to take this well..."
Ranma shrugged, and idly kicked aside a piece of rubble. "Look at the bright side."
"Oh my. I don't think there is a bright side to this."
"Oh, sure there is." Ranma grinned at Kasumi, who was patiently waiting for Ranma's response. "I didn't have to eat any of Akane's cooking..."
~~~~~
End
Author's Note: Oh, come on. You had to have seen that coming a mile away. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this short fic. (At the very least, I hope you didn't get TOO bored...) This is only the first... (NO!)
By: FXffects
Disclaimer: Come now, we should all know the drill by now.
* *: thoughts
@_@ Stop, Drop, Roll... @_@
"Oh my... Akane, where did you get that oil from?"
"What are you talking about, Kasumi?" Akane asked, a confused look on her face as she continued to pour oil onto the pan. "From the market, of course."
"Oh my." Kasumi quickly reached over and clicked the stove off, sighing softly to herself as a bit of the 'oil' dripped onto her apron. "Akane, dear, I'm not sure that we should be using Castrol oil to make stir-fry." Kasumi's ever present smile faltered just a bit, as she noticed another splotch of oil on her dress.
"Castrol..." Akane paused, and glanced at the bottle in her hands. "Ohhhh." She smiled brightly, and set the bottle to one side, wiping her oily hands onto her apron. "So the jerk really was vomiting that time..." She shrugged, and, with a bit of help from Kasumi, retrieved the cooking oil. "There. No harm done." She reached over and clicked the gas on.
"Um, Akane-chan?" Kasumi peered over her sister's shoulder, a worried look on her face.
Akane glanced over her shoulder at her normally cheerful sister, her smile wavering ever so slightly. "Yes?" *What did I do wrong now?*
"Shouldn't we have used another pan?"
Akane looked down at the pan, the Castrol and cooking oil swirling together quite nicely. *Damn...*
~~~~~
... several minutes later... Kasumi smiled brightly, and handed Akane the cooking oil. "Here you go, Akane-chan."
Akane returned Kasumi's smile, and began to pour the oil onto the pan. The Castrol oil had been safely disposed of beforehand, and the pan had been rinsed clean for another attempt at stir-fry. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing.
"Oh my."
*Oh no...*
Kasumi sniffed a bit, and looked about the room, confused. "What is that dreadful smell?"
Akane shrugged, and reached for a plate of pre-sliced meat. Akane paused, and looked down at the stove. "Oh yeah, gotta turn on the stove."
"Didn't you turn it... on..." Kasumi eyes widened greatly, and she could only watch on in horror, as Akane reached down and clicked on the stove. *Stop, drop, roll...*
~~~~~
"Where's...?" Ranma looked about the house, a confused look on his face.
A rather charred Kasumi smiled at the pigtailed martial artist, as she continued to sweep all of the rubble into one big pile. "Akane-chan blew it up."
"Oh... how?"
"Oh, you know, gas oven was left on, flame from the stove, so on..."
"Ah." Ranma sighed, and shook his head, as he gingerly picked his way through what used to be the kitchen. "Should opt for an electric stove next time."
"An electric oven would be nice."
"Yeah."
Kasumi paused in her sweeping, and looked about at the decimated kitchen. "Father isn't going to take this well..."
Ranma shrugged, and idly kicked aside a piece of rubble. "Look at the bright side."
"Oh my. I don't think there is a bright side to this."
"Oh, sure there is." Ranma grinned at Kasumi, who was patiently waiting for Ranma's response. "I didn't have to eat any of Akane's cooking..."
~~~~~
End
Author's Note: Oh, come on. You had to have seen that coming a mile away. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this short fic. (At the very least, I hope you didn't get TOO bored...) This is only the first... (NO!)
