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The scent of burnt eggs fogged the kitchen, billowing clouds of smoke floated to the ceiling. The fire alarm sung out it's annoying ringing. I grabbed the pan off the oven dropping the eggs in the garbage can, unfortunately in the process I also forgot that metal handles have a tendency to be hot. Takeru continued pouring his cereal ignoring the ruckus. He was probably used to it by now.
"Ow, ow, ow." I chanted dropping the pan to the tile floor where it clattered noisily. At my chorus of ows he looked up from his bowl and grabbed my hand quickly inspecting it for burns.
"Thats almost a second degree burn Yama-kun. You should put gauze on that." I pulled my hand away aggravated. What a way to ruin ones pride. And just to be rebellious I had to act like an idiot.
"I'm not putting gauze on a burn Takeru. It would stick to it and make matters worse." He shrugged pushing the milk back into the refrigerator and sat down at the table with his cheerios.
"Have it your way." He said stubbornly, this was a reminder if anything that T.K. was my little brother. He'd gotten so many of his personality traits from me it was amazing that he was such a good person. I picked up a towel from under the oven, using it to put the pan in the sink under the cold water. In turn I also ran my hand under it. After which I wrapped it in gauze...just because I'm like that.
"Happy now?" I asked T.K. holding up the bandaged hand. He grinned crookedly and nodded, simultaneously shoveling a spoonful into his mouth. A few minutes passed in silence as Takeru chewed his cereal. The silence however was not something that was built to last in the Ishida residence. It was ended rather abruptly by a loud banging from the hall. I winced at the sound, there was no doubt that it was going to leave marks in the wall.
"Matt! Have you seen my boxers---" Tai started stepping into the kitchen doorway. I looked up from the newspaper I'd opened and blinked at him. His eyes wandered slowly over to Takeru and his face flushed ashamedly. "OH! Hey Takeru." Tai stuttered his hand wandering up to his hair. T.K. continued to stare at the fuzzy haired brunette as if he'd just grown a third head.
"Uh." I choked out, a smirk curled my lips. "Could you not bang the door next time?" Tai nodded rumpling his hair habitually. I shook my head and pushed myself up from the table forcing myself to walk into the room I'd shared with Takeru the night before and pull Tai's boxers out of the dirty laundry hamper. Handing them to him I pushed him out the door.
"Come back later Taichi, we're bonding." I barely had time to see Tai's mouth drop open to speak before the door closed in his face. Probably bloodying his nose. At the moment I didn't care. It was Tai after all...he liked it rough last time I checked.
"We're the boxers here?" Takeru questioned as I stepped into the kitchen, he couldn't see me with his back turned to the door but apparantly I had noisy socks.
"He didn't say boxers...he said...okay he said boxers. But he meant gloves. Boxing gloves. We were...boxing." I lied out of my teeth dropping back into my chair and opening the newspaper again.
"Your lying." Takeru pointed out taking another bite of his cheerios. I snickered gazing over at him.
"Yes I am." I admitted. He shook his head. No more was said on the subject of Tai's boxers, thankfully.
The scent of burnt eggs fogged the kitchen, billowing clouds of smoke floated to the ceiling. The fire alarm sung out it's annoying ringing. I grabbed the pan off the oven dropping the eggs in the garbage can, unfortunately in the process I also forgot that metal handles have a tendency to be hot. Takeru continued pouring his cereal ignoring the ruckus. He was probably used to it by now.
"Ow, ow, ow." I chanted dropping the pan to the tile floor where it clattered noisily. At my chorus of ows he looked up from his bowl and grabbed my hand quickly inspecting it for burns.
"Thats almost a second degree burn Yama-kun. You should put gauze on that." I pulled my hand away aggravated. What a way to ruin ones pride. And just to be rebellious I had to act like an idiot.
"I'm not putting gauze on a burn Takeru. It would stick to it and make matters worse." He shrugged pushing the milk back into the refrigerator and sat down at the table with his cheerios.
"Have it your way." He said stubbornly, this was a reminder if anything that T.K. was my little brother. He'd gotten so many of his personality traits from me it was amazing that he was such a good person. I picked up a towel from under the oven, using it to put the pan in the sink under the cold water. In turn I also ran my hand under it. After which I wrapped it in gauze...just because I'm like that.
"Happy now?" I asked T.K. holding up the bandaged hand. He grinned crookedly and nodded, simultaneously shoveling a spoonful into his mouth. A few minutes passed in silence as Takeru chewed his cereal. The silence however was not something that was built to last in the Ishida residence. It was ended rather abruptly by a loud banging from the hall. I winced at the sound, there was no doubt that it was going to leave marks in the wall.
"Matt! Have you seen my boxers---" Tai started stepping into the kitchen doorway. I looked up from the newspaper I'd opened and blinked at him. His eyes wandered slowly over to Takeru and his face flushed ashamedly. "OH! Hey Takeru." Tai stuttered his hand wandering up to his hair. T.K. continued to stare at the fuzzy haired brunette as if he'd just grown a third head.
"Uh." I choked out, a smirk curled my lips. "Could you not bang the door next time?" Tai nodded rumpling his hair habitually. I shook my head and pushed myself up from the table forcing myself to walk into the room I'd shared with Takeru the night before and pull Tai's boxers out of the dirty laundry hamper. Handing them to him I pushed him out the door.
"Come back later Taichi, we're bonding." I barely had time to see Tai's mouth drop open to speak before the door closed in his face. Probably bloodying his nose. At the moment I didn't care. It was Tai after all...he liked it rough last time I checked.
"We're the boxers here?" Takeru questioned as I stepped into the kitchen, he couldn't see me with his back turned to the door but apparantly I had noisy socks.
"He didn't say boxers...he said...okay he said boxers. But he meant gloves. Boxing gloves. We were...boxing." I lied out of my teeth dropping back into my chair and opening the newspaper again.
"Your lying." Takeru pointed out taking another bite of his cheerios. I snickered gazing over at him.
"Yes I am." I admitted. He shook his head. No more was said on the subject of Tai's boxers, thankfully.