O.K., here is the second chapter. Thanks for all the nice reviews you guys gave! I feel special! Anyway, wish me luck! I need it.
d/c: I don't own Digimon
Cooking Up Love
Chapter 2: It was an easy bake oven...
Yamato stalked around the room nervously. Daisuke was due in 5 minutes for their first cooking class. He was prepared.
Along the wall he had put a thick layer of fire resistant plastic. Along the floors he had the same thing. All the electrical plug ins were covered. Everything sharp or possibly harmful was locked in a drawer only he had the key to. Everything with acid, or that could stain was locked in another cupboard. He had on his worst clothes, a pair of worn out jeans and a baggy old T-shirt, plus some shoes he had almost grown out of. Yes, he was prepared.
5 minutes later, Daisuke had not arrived. Yamato checked his watch again. His brother had told him 4, right? Then why was Daisuke late?
5 minutes later, Yamato wanted to kill Daisuke. It's not like he actually expected the boy to be on time, but some things had to be learned when you were training with Yamato.
6 minutes later, there was a ringing of a doorbell. Yamato went downstairs to get it, and he came face to face with Daisuke.
"Um, hey?" He said, almost asking.
"You. Are. Late." Yamato said slowly.
"Hai. I. Am. Late." Daisuke agreed. Yamato, already frustrated with the young boy, pulled him inside by his shirt collar and forced him back onto the couch. Then, leaning over him menacingly, spoke in low deliberate tones.
"Cooks are not late." He growled, leaning in closer as Daisuke squished up against the couch.
"Uh... s-s-sorry!" Daisuke squeaked.
Yamato then regain his composure, and left the quivering boy on the couch, heading into the kitchen.
"This is where we are going to be working for the next few weeks, months or years, depending on how quickly you learn, how good you learn and how efficiantly you learn. Basically, if you want to get out of my clutches, learn fast and well." Daisuke gulped. He really didn't like how pissed Yamato already sounded. Funny how a guy in a pink apron can get so agitated.
"First off, you need to learn a few basic rules so that you don't get on my bad side. First of all, never be late without a good reason." Yamato eyed the younger boy with a look of disdain as he said this, making Daisuke want to curl up into a ball and die in a corner somewhere.
"If you are late, you make me late and I don't like running inefficiently. So, drop your piggish life style when you walk through that door. Now, for your second rule," Yamato went over to the sink, that also had a plastic covering, excuse the drain, in case anything electrical got out of hand.
"This," He picked up a green bottle. "Is called soap." Daisuke stared at it in wonder and amazement. "You use this, to wash your hands. You have to wash your hands, and wash them damn well. I don't want to die of food poisoning because you were too lazy to spray some soap. And don't get it confused with the detergent in the lighter green bottle."
(A/N: That actually happen in my foods class. At the begining of class, we washed our hands with detergents and then we washed the dishes with hand soap. Luckily, teach wasn't watching.)
"This," He picked up a white plastic object. "is a nail brush." Daisuke frowned at the small, white plastic thing with small bristles, obviously confused. Yamato sighed as he motioned for Daisuke to come closer.
"This is how you wash your hands." He said, moving behind the mahogany haired boy, and aligning his arms with his pupils, started washing his hands for him.
Daisuke blushed slightly as Yamato's warm body pressed against his, intruding on his personal space. His strong, long fingers meddled with Daisuke's own, leaving him to be toyed with.
"Now, you have to get in-between your fingers," Yamato's own finger guided a small amount of soap to the cavities in his fingers, and proceeded to rub it in, using both hands to scrub Daisuke's left. Daisuke had never want to die so much before now. 'No one else is seeing this..' He though. Somehow, that gave him little mental relief.
Yamato noted the uncomfortable look on the younger boy's face with a grin. He had already managed to make one thing clear. This was his kitchen, and whatever he said, went.
He proceeded to lecture the boy on washing his hands, while making him all the more uncomfortable. Daisuke took careful mental notes, as to not have to go through with this again.
After Yamato had scrutinised his fingers half to death, and finally let them go, he continued on with the rules.
"Lesson number three." He said, drying Daisuke's hands. Daisuke didn't object. Making Yamato get into PMS mode again was something he didn't want to do.
"Always disinfect the area that you are cooking in." Daisuke almost rolled his eyes. Even he knew that. Never the less, he fought the urge with a passion.
"See, this goes under hand washing. Death, etc." Yamato said, patting the plastic covered counter.
"I never knew you lived in such, a uh, protected \." Daisuke mumbled.
"I don't." Yamato assured him. "Only when you're around." Daisuke rolled his eyes at this comment, but didn't say anything.
"Now, here is what you clean the plastic with." Yamato produced a small bottle of disinfectant from under the counter. "You spray it on like so..." He squeezed the handle and the spray flew towards the counter.
"Then, you wipe the counter off with this cloth." He produced a small, white rag with which he cleaned the counter. "Remember, white is counter." Daisuke nodded, staring at the plastic covered area.
"Lesson 4. Never go into anything. I will get all the supplies, I will preheat the oven, I will get anything out of the oven, I will do everything except for cooking." Daisuke nodded slowly.
"Understand?" Yamato glared down at the small child threateningly. Daisuke gulped as he nodded again.
"Good. Now, we started off with this." Yamato magically whiped out an easy bake oven. Daisuke stared in amazement at this invention.
"See, here's the oven." 'Or a light bulb. I wonder how the mix crap even cooks in there. A light bulb for gods sake! Well, at least he can't burn anything with this.' Yamato thought in relief.
"Here's the mix." He produced a small package of mix. "And last, but not least, the cooking tin." The smallest cooking tin in the world was set down infront of Daisuke. He stared at it uncomfortably. There was a period of silence.
"So, what do I do?" Daisuke asked finally. Yamato nearly smacked him.
"You follow the directions on the packet, you stupid baka."
"Ah." Daisuke nodded, picked up the mix and began to read.
"Preheat oven to 350..." he looked up and stared at the easy bake oven.
"Yamato?" He asked. The keeper of friendship took several deep breaths, convincing himself not to strangle the poor boy.
"There's a knob on the oven. 350 is somewhere on the sign surrounding it. Turn the knob to that point." He said slowly. Daisuke nodded, and did so.
"Ferinheight, not Celsius, you baka." Daisuke blushed lightly as he lowered the button. Yamato sighed as he picked up the packet. He then went over to a cupboard, got out a bowl, a wooden spoon and a measuring cup.
"This is what you need to make it." He said. Daisuke nodded slowly.
"The kitchen sink is right here," He tapped his hands on the metal. "Don't forget to turn off the tap when you are done, remember to soak the dishes, and clean them. Now..." He turned his back on the younger boy and started walking towards his bedroom.
"I have some homework to do. If you need any help then call. If something catches on fire, call 911." He suddenly turned back to the boy.
"You do know how to use a telephone without blowing the entire world up, right?" Daisuke nodded.
"Good." And then, he was gone. Daisuke frowned as he looked at the mixture.
"Water? Yeah, I can do that." He then proceeded to take the dish soap and pour it into the bowl...
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"If X x Y= 243 what is the value of X and Y?" Yamato read from his text book. He snorted. "Like I give a damn." He sighed. He leaned back on his bed and breathed. Something was wrong with him. He had been alone with Daisuke for over 5 minutes and he hadn't torn the younger boy's head off yet.
'I must be sick.' Yamato decided, then took a deep breath. Then, he sniffed the air and frowned.
"Hey, wait a minute. Is something... burning?"
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Yamato rushed downstairs and into the kitchen where smoke hung heavily in the air. He couldn't see past his nose!
"Daisuke?" He called out, choking on the grey smog. "Daisuke?"
"Yamato!" Daisuke appeared at his side, giving a small grin.
"Daisuke." Yamato glared down at the younger boy. He laughed nervously.
"What happened?" He asked. Daisuke coughed for a moment, the looked up pleadingly at the elder boy.
"Well, you see, there was this funny accident with, uh, some stuff, and..." Yamato, with surprising strength, lifted boy by the collar of his shirt, until they were facing eye to eye.
"I left you alone," Yamato's voice was clear a smooth like glass, waiting to cut him. "with an easy bake oven, some mix, and an electrical socket. What the hell happened?" Daisuke laughed nervously again. By this time, some of the smoke had cleared and Yamato could partically see inside the kitchen.
"I can think of a few things wrong with that..." Seeing Yamato did not look any happier, Daisuke looked down, trying not to choke himself.
"See, I didn't know the difference between water and soap, so I think the soap leaked out of the tin and blew up the easy bake oven."
"Literally?" Yamato asked, his eyes becoming wide. He nodded. Yamato dropped Daisuke pacing back and fourth on the carpet.
"You baka! That was Hikari's! She doesn't even know I have it! Taichi lent it to me! I am so dead because Taichi is going to kill me and his sister is going to kill him and," he turned around. "I am going to kill you!" Daisuke gulped.
"You don't want to do that!" He said nervously.
"And why not?" Yamato asked. Daisuke started eyeing the exits.
"Because, um, O.K., I'm a digidestined, and you don't have it in you to kill me?" He suggested weakly. Yamato sighed in disgust and picked Daisuke up once again.
"You are lucky Takeru doesn't dispise your guts, because if he did you'd be gone just like that." He snapped his fingers infront of the brunette's nose. Daisuke gave him the fearful eyes and Yamato dropped him once again.
"Open all the windows and doors. We've got some major airing out to do." Daisuke nodded and went into the kitchen again.
"Oh, and watch out for the oven. It's still electrical."
"Did you unplug it?"
Pause.
"Not exactly."
::sigh::
"Hopeless." Yamato followed Daisuke in the kitchen, spying for the oven. It wasn't exactly hard to find, considering it was the only thing that was shooting electrical sparks all over.
He quickly rushed over, and being extremely careful not to kill himself, unabled the device. Basically, he unplugged it. Then, he opened the windows over the sink.
"Daisuke is in so much trouble." Yamato mumbled under his breath, trying to think of a suitable punishment for him. Unfortunately, accidental almost arson was hard to incriminate.
About 5 minutes later, Daisuke appeared again.
"All doors are open except those in the hall. The neighbours aren't complaining yet." He said cheerfully. Yamato wanted to strangle him.
"Well, if they do complain, I swear I will try to kill you." Daisuke nodded.
"O.K.!" Yamato sighed.
"What am I going to do with you?" He demanded. Daisuke shrugged, giving the blond his ultra kawaii super cool cluesless look that this author just loves to death... but the author digresses. It actually found a place in Yamato's heart.
Yamato sighed at this look. The one that rendered him helpless every time.
"Did any of the plastic melt?" he asked. Daisuke shook his head.
"I have no idea what you have the house covered in but it's as hard as hell."
"Good. And Daisuke? Don't swear." Daisuke frowned at him.
"What do you mean? Hell isn't a swear word."
"Yes it is.
"Nu huh." Yamato sighed again.
"Daisuke, use proper Japanese." Daisuke just pouted.
"Taichi-san doesn't make me speak in real words." Yamato groaned. Not this game.
"Well 'Taichi-san'" he sneered. "Is a complete idiot whose only talents are being a dumb jock. Now, tell him I said that and you'll wish you had just gotten 5% on your report card." Daisuke nodded.
"Yamato?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Can I go?" Yamato sighed.
"Go. Be gone with you!"
"K." A few moments later the sound of a door closing quietly was heard, and Yamato sunk into the chair.
'That boy is going to drive me to the brink of insanity. I know it.' he thought. Yet, as the mentally exhausted boy fell asleep in the arm chair, he knew Daisuke was special. He knew Daisuke was going to make an impact on him. And somehow, that didn't seem as bad as it should have.
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Yeah! You know, I'm actually liking this series more then I thought I would. But we'll see how long that lasts. Comments, suggestions? Flames? I love you flamers. You're really funny. The humour authors don't hold a candle stick to you. So, anyway, anything? Email me or leave a review after the beep.
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