Disclaimer: If I had a few bucks for every time I wrote a disclaimer saying that I didn't own Yu
Yu Hakusho, I'd be a wealthy person and then, using my finances I would buy all the pants in the
world! That's right, you heard me! No more pants for anyone! Mwahahahahahahahahaha! (Well
THAT was totally off the subject) Anyway, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, but I admire and
respect those who do.
Author's Note: Hey all! Well, this is yet another spur of the moment fic that was brought on by a
weird phone conversation. Okay, so now that all of that is said and done, onward! Happy Readings!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Suzuki's Soufflé
By: Obsidian Sphinx
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chuu glanced upward at the chiming clock on the wall. He yawned and looked around the living
room. Touya sat slung over the arms of his favorite chair, book in hand as per the usual, Rinku,
Jin, and himself were all having a jolly time watching some mind numbing cartoons on
television, Suzuki was sitting at the table trying hard to fix the CD player that was broken ala
Jin, while Shishi sat brandishing his sword.
Yawning, Chuu stretched a bit. "It's five o' clock already, is it?" he asked nonchalantly.
Touya glanced up at him and then his eyes returned to the yellowed pages of the book. "Figure
that one out all by your self?" he asked sarcastically.
Chuu cracked a smile. "'Course not . . . that's why we bought the noisy clock!" he replied good-naturedly.
The ice master didn't look up at him again, but he did fashion a small smile. Suddenly, Chuu felt,
as well as heard a rumbling deep inside his stomach. He grinned. "Right mates, now theirs a
warning bell if I ever heard one. Whose turn is to make dinner tonight?"
Rinku shrugged. "I think its Suzuki's."
At the familiar sound of his name, the blonde looked up from his project. "What," he asked.
"Dinner! It's your turn to make it tonight," Jin said, popping up behind Suzuki and startling him.
Suzuki shook his head. He didn't know how the cheery redhead got around so quickly and
without anyone noticing, but he wished that he would stop.
Sighing, he stood up. His eyes fell onto the busted piece of equipment and he had to shake his
head. He'd been trying to salvage it for the past two hours, but he had the very distinct
impression that it was going to become yet another resident of the 'things Jin broke' pile. "All
right, dinner it is. What does everyone feel like having?" he asked.
Jin suddenly appeared back on the couch, legs pulled up to his chin, focus on the glowing TV
screen. Suzuki shook his head. One of those days he swore he was going to get a bell and make
Jin wear it.
"I don't care, just . . . something," Rinku said. The blonde rolled his eyes. There was a lot of help.
"It doesn't make any difference to me," Touya spoke softly. Once again, very little help in the
idea department.
"Can't say I give much of a damn myself. Just a little somethin' to fill me," added Chuu.
Suzuki sighed. "What about you, Jin?"
Jin glanced at him and then back to the television. "Whatever, ya know I'll eat just about anything."
"Fine," he started, eyes falling on Shishi. "What about you Shishi?"
Shishi looked up at him through pinkish-lavender eyes, shrugged, and went back to his chore.
Suzuki felt his heart jump for a moment before falling back into rhythm. Shishi had such
beautiful eyes. He shook his head in order to clear it of the not so innocent thoughts he was
having regarding his friend. Turning around quickly so as to keep the light blush on his cheeks a
secret, he headed toward the kitchen and pushed the door open. It swung back and forth on its
hinges a few times before settling back into place. Suzuki smiled a little as he remembered how
many times Chuu had hurt himself forgetting that it was a swinging door.
As he faced the kitchen with no idea what to make for dinner, everything seemed strangely stark
and the food possibilities seemed about one hundred too many. He walked to the cabinets and
went through them, checking for possible ingredients. An idea popped into his head then.
Smiling at the thought, he went about selecting the things that he needed. Sure it would take a
while, but he hadn't made one in such a long time, and if the others didn't like it they'd have to
eat something else. After all, they had failed to give him any ideas.
Suzuki set to work gathering ingredients and utensils. He genuinely enjoyed what he was doing
as what he was making was his specialty. It took him a little over an hour to prepare, for he had
paid exceptional attention to detail, but he was glad to have spent the time on it. When he was
finished, he sighed and picked the dish up and slid it into the preheated oven.
Suddenly, a small frown appeared on his lips and he walked over to the door. He gave it a push
and walked through to the living room. Not much had changed. Shishi was still busy with his
sword, Touya was still reading his book, Jin, Chuu, and Rinku were still vegetating in front of
the television, and the broken CD player was still broken. He cleared his throat and everyone
looked at him. "Listen you guys, keep it down in here and don't do anything that'll shake the
house because I've got dinner in the oven and if you're not careful it'll fall," he said.
Jin cocked his head to the side. "What exactly are you making?" he asked.
"A soufflé," answered the blonde.
Rinku blinked. "A su-wha?"
Jin grinned. "A soufflé! It's this thing with stuff in it that rises," the redhead explained.
Rinku blinked again. " . . . Oh," he said, obviously having no idea what the wind master was
talking about.
Suzuki only shook his head. "It's a little difficult to explain Rinku, but you'll know what Jin
means what's you've had some."
The child shrugged and went back to watching television. Jin and Chuu followed shortly there
after, Touya went back to his book, Shishi went back to his sword, and the CD player stayed
broken. The blonde demon sighed as he headed back toward the kitchen to clean up the rather
large mess he had made.
An hour went by before Suzuki threw the rag he'd been using to clean off the counters into the
sink. He glanced at the clock noticing then that it was almost time for him to take his
masterpiece out. Only a few more minutes.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, in the living room, Shishi had just sheathed his sword and grabbed a book to settle
down with. He opened to the first chapter and began to silently read the black, neatly printed
words on the page. Just as he was really getting into the story he felt someone poke him in the
shoulder several times. Annoyed, he looked up from the book only to see Jin sitting next to him,
obviously the wind master was to blame.
Jin grinned and poked him again. Shishi sighed. "Stop it," he said simply.
Jin's grin widened. "Stop what?" he asked.
"You know what you're doing," Shishi replied, gritting his teeth.
The red head blinked in an attempt to fain innocence. "You know what you're doing," he echoed.
"Seriously, knock it off."
"Seriously, knock it off," mimicked Jin.
Shishi growled. "Don't make me hurt you," he threatened.
Jin's expression changed so as to match Shishi's. "Don't make me hurt you," he repeated.
The long-haired samurai took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He couldn't believe how
annoying Jin could be. How did Touya put up with him? "Would you just leave me alone?"
"Would you just leave me alone?"
Shishi felt his blood curdling in his veins. "Grow up," he said.
"Grow up."
One of his eyes twitched. "Go bother Touya or something, I don't feel like putting up with you
right now," he said, voice growing a little in volume.
"Go bother Touya or something, I don't feel like putting up with you right now," repeated Jin.
"Shut-up!"
"Shut-up!"
Shishi let out a growl. He couldn't take it anymore. "Jin . . ." His tone held warning.
This didn't phase the red head. "Jin," he copied.
"That's it!" Shishi cried as he smacked his book down on the tabletop. It landed with a deep thud.
Jin's ears perked up and he jumped to his feet as Shishi began stalking toward him. The longer
haired demon got right up close to the wind master's face. "This is the last time I'm going to tell
you . . . knock it off." Shishi said, eyes flashing.
Jin grinned nervously and then poked Shishi in the arm.
~*~*~
Suzuki watched the clock intently, waiting for the numbers to change. It would only be two
minutes before the oven timer would go off and he'd finally get to behold the creation that he had
worked so diligently on. He couldn't wait.
The clock ticked off a minute much to his glee. He was so close! He counted as each second
went by and then finally, the oven timer went off. The blonde rushed to get an oven mitt and
then he opened the door. The wonderful aroma of soufflé drifted into the air, fermenting it. He
reached in and pulled the steaming dish out. It was just perfect.
"JIN!"
He heard a loud yell coming from the other room and suddenly the door swung open revealing
Jin and a very angry Shishiwakamaru hot on his heels, sword drawn and swiping. The two made
a full circuit around the kitchen, managing to knock pots and other things onto the floor with a
loud crash. Then, just as soon as they had come, they disappeared out of the kitchen.
Suzuki gulped and looked at the soufflé, which was still perfect. Just as a proud grin started to
form on his face, the soufflé deflated right before his eyes and in one of the very few times in his
life, Suzuki felt like crying.
~*~
To Be Continued
Yu Hakusho, I'd be a wealthy person and then, using my finances I would buy all the pants in the
world! That's right, you heard me! No more pants for anyone! Mwahahahahahahahahaha! (Well
THAT was totally off the subject) Anyway, I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, but I admire and
respect those who do.
Author's Note: Hey all! Well, this is yet another spur of the moment fic that was brought on by a
weird phone conversation. Okay, so now that all of that is said and done, onward! Happy Readings!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Suzuki's Soufflé
By: Obsidian Sphinx
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chuu glanced upward at the chiming clock on the wall. He yawned and looked around the living
room. Touya sat slung over the arms of his favorite chair, book in hand as per the usual, Rinku,
Jin, and himself were all having a jolly time watching some mind numbing cartoons on
television, Suzuki was sitting at the table trying hard to fix the CD player that was broken ala
Jin, while Shishi sat brandishing his sword.
Yawning, Chuu stretched a bit. "It's five o' clock already, is it?" he asked nonchalantly.
Touya glanced up at him and then his eyes returned to the yellowed pages of the book. "Figure
that one out all by your self?" he asked sarcastically.
Chuu cracked a smile. "'Course not . . . that's why we bought the noisy clock!" he replied good-naturedly.
The ice master didn't look up at him again, but he did fashion a small smile. Suddenly, Chuu felt,
as well as heard a rumbling deep inside his stomach. He grinned. "Right mates, now theirs a
warning bell if I ever heard one. Whose turn is to make dinner tonight?"
Rinku shrugged. "I think its Suzuki's."
At the familiar sound of his name, the blonde looked up from his project. "What," he asked.
"Dinner! It's your turn to make it tonight," Jin said, popping up behind Suzuki and startling him.
Suzuki shook his head. He didn't know how the cheery redhead got around so quickly and
without anyone noticing, but he wished that he would stop.
Sighing, he stood up. His eyes fell onto the busted piece of equipment and he had to shake his
head. He'd been trying to salvage it for the past two hours, but he had the very distinct
impression that it was going to become yet another resident of the 'things Jin broke' pile. "All
right, dinner it is. What does everyone feel like having?" he asked.
Jin suddenly appeared back on the couch, legs pulled up to his chin, focus on the glowing TV
screen. Suzuki shook his head. One of those days he swore he was going to get a bell and make
Jin wear it.
"I don't care, just . . . something," Rinku said. The blonde rolled his eyes. There was a lot of help.
"It doesn't make any difference to me," Touya spoke softly. Once again, very little help in the
idea department.
"Can't say I give much of a damn myself. Just a little somethin' to fill me," added Chuu.
Suzuki sighed. "What about you, Jin?"
Jin glanced at him and then back to the television. "Whatever, ya know I'll eat just about anything."
"Fine," he started, eyes falling on Shishi. "What about you Shishi?"
Shishi looked up at him through pinkish-lavender eyes, shrugged, and went back to his chore.
Suzuki felt his heart jump for a moment before falling back into rhythm. Shishi had such
beautiful eyes. He shook his head in order to clear it of the not so innocent thoughts he was
having regarding his friend. Turning around quickly so as to keep the light blush on his cheeks a
secret, he headed toward the kitchen and pushed the door open. It swung back and forth on its
hinges a few times before settling back into place. Suzuki smiled a little as he remembered how
many times Chuu had hurt himself forgetting that it was a swinging door.
As he faced the kitchen with no idea what to make for dinner, everything seemed strangely stark
and the food possibilities seemed about one hundred too many. He walked to the cabinets and
went through them, checking for possible ingredients. An idea popped into his head then.
Smiling at the thought, he went about selecting the things that he needed. Sure it would take a
while, but he hadn't made one in such a long time, and if the others didn't like it they'd have to
eat something else. After all, they had failed to give him any ideas.
Suzuki set to work gathering ingredients and utensils. He genuinely enjoyed what he was doing
as what he was making was his specialty. It took him a little over an hour to prepare, for he had
paid exceptional attention to detail, but he was glad to have spent the time on it. When he was
finished, he sighed and picked the dish up and slid it into the preheated oven.
Suddenly, a small frown appeared on his lips and he walked over to the door. He gave it a push
and walked through to the living room. Not much had changed. Shishi was still busy with his
sword, Touya was still reading his book, Jin, Chuu, and Rinku were still vegetating in front of
the television, and the broken CD player was still broken. He cleared his throat and everyone
looked at him. "Listen you guys, keep it down in here and don't do anything that'll shake the
house because I've got dinner in the oven and if you're not careful it'll fall," he said.
Jin cocked his head to the side. "What exactly are you making?" he asked.
"A soufflé," answered the blonde.
Rinku blinked. "A su-wha?"
Jin grinned. "A soufflé! It's this thing with stuff in it that rises," the redhead explained.
Rinku blinked again. " . . . Oh," he said, obviously having no idea what the wind master was
talking about.
Suzuki only shook his head. "It's a little difficult to explain Rinku, but you'll know what Jin
means what's you've had some."
The child shrugged and went back to watching television. Jin and Chuu followed shortly there
after, Touya went back to his book, Shishi went back to his sword, and the CD player stayed
broken. The blonde demon sighed as he headed back toward the kitchen to clean up the rather
large mess he had made.
An hour went by before Suzuki threw the rag he'd been using to clean off the counters into the
sink. He glanced at the clock noticing then that it was almost time for him to take his
masterpiece out. Only a few more minutes.
~*~*~
Meanwhile, in the living room, Shishi had just sheathed his sword and grabbed a book to settle
down with. He opened to the first chapter and began to silently read the black, neatly printed
words on the page. Just as he was really getting into the story he felt someone poke him in the
shoulder several times. Annoyed, he looked up from the book only to see Jin sitting next to him,
obviously the wind master was to blame.
Jin grinned and poked him again. Shishi sighed. "Stop it," he said simply.
Jin's grin widened. "Stop what?" he asked.
"You know what you're doing," Shishi replied, gritting his teeth.
The red head blinked in an attempt to fain innocence. "You know what you're doing," he echoed.
"Seriously, knock it off."
"Seriously, knock it off," mimicked Jin.
Shishi growled. "Don't make me hurt you," he threatened.
Jin's expression changed so as to match Shishi's. "Don't make me hurt you," he repeated.
The long-haired samurai took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He couldn't believe how
annoying Jin could be. How did Touya put up with him? "Would you just leave me alone?"
"Would you just leave me alone?"
Shishi felt his blood curdling in his veins. "Grow up," he said.
"Grow up."
One of his eyes twitched. "Go bother Touya or something, I don't feel like putting up with you
right now," he said, voice growing a little in volume.
"Go bother Touya or something, I don't feel like putting up with you right now," repeated Jin.
"Shut-up!"
"Shut-up!"
Shishi let out a growl. He couldn't take it anymore. "Jin . . ." His tone held warning.
This didn't phase the red head. "Jin," he copied.
"That's it!" Shishi cried as he smacked his book down on the tabletop. It landed with a deep thud.
Jin's ears perked up and he jumped to his feet as Shishi began stalking toward him. The longer
haired demon got right up close to the wind master's face. "This is the last time I'm going to tell
you . . . knock it off." Shishi said, eyes flashing.
Jin grinned nervously and then poked Shishi in the arm.
~*~*~
Suzuki watched the clock intently, waiting for the numbers to change. It would only be two
minutes before the oven timer would go off and he'd finally get to behold the creation that he had
worked so diligently on. He couldn't wait.
The clock ticked off a minute much to his glee. He was so close! He counted as each second
went by and then finally, the oven timer went off. The blonde rushed to get an oven mitt and
then he opened the door. The wonderful aroma of soufflé drifted into the air, fermenting it. He
reached in and pulled the steaming dish out. It was just perfect.
"JIN!"
He heard a loud yell coming from the other room and suddenly the door swung open revealing
Jin and a very angry Shishiwakamaru hot on his heels, sword drawn and swiping. The two made
a full circuit around the kitchen, managing to knock pots and other things onto the floor with a
loud crash. Then, just as soon as they had come, they disappeared out of the kitchen.
Suzuki gulped and looked at the soufflé, which was still perfect. Just as a proud grin started to
form on his face, the soufflé deflated right before his eyes and in one of the very few times in his
life, Suzuki felt like crying.
~*~
To Be Continued