Disclaimer: Still not owning Yu Yu Hakusho . . . I know, I know, it's a
kick in the ass, but ya learn to move on. . .
Author's Note: Okay so before everyone gets mad at me for not updating in
forever I need to explain. See, my internet went down for a long time
because my computer had a virus so we had to take it in and get it fixed
and reinstall everything and then after that I had a bit of writer's block
(aka: laziness) and I didn't type anything, but I'm here now with Chapter
three and all is well, right? . . . right???? Eheh . . . ^_^ Enjoy.
Happy Readings!
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Chapter: 3
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Okay, so um . . . where do we start?" came the question as Shishiwakamaru
and Suzuki stood in the kitchen next to each other.
Suzuki regarded his friend's question by making a motion toward the
deflated soufflé on the table. "First we get rid of THAT," he said.
Shishi bit his lip, once again feeling terribly guilty. He watched his
blonde friend walk over to the table, pick up the failure and toss it into
the garbage can. Suzuki then turned to face him and cleared his throat to
begin speaking.
"Well, first we need to get out the butter, the corn flour, the milk, the
cheddar and parmesan cheese, eggs, unsalted butter, black pepper, and some
powdered mustard, a saucepan, a soufflé dish, and lastly a regular bowl,"
Suzuki said.
Suzuki looked at Shishi carefully and had to smile. The youkai's lovely
lavender eyes had grown wide and his head was tilted slightly to the side.
He reminded him of a confused child. It really was too cute.
That last thought caused a slight frown to form on Suzuki's previously
smiling lips. He needed to stop thinking of his friend in such a way. That
kind of intimate relationship would never work anyway. They were two
totally different personalities . . .
Suzuki averted his eyes from Shishi.
Yes, they WERE two different personalities, but maybe that's what made them
friends, and if that made them friends then why couldn't it make them
something more?
The blonde's thoughts rushed around in his head, making him oblivious to
the fact that Shishi had moved away from him. It was only when he heard the
refrigerator door close that he snapped out of his reverie. Turning, he
found several of the supplies he had mentioned on the kitchen table. He
raised an eyebrow at his friend who shrugged.
"Out of that ridiculously long list, I'll grab all the things that I
recognized," Shishi said and held up a carton of eggs to serve as a visual
aid.
Suzuki shrugged and set to work getting things too. When they were finished
the tabletop was covered with a blanket of dishes and food items and
seasonings. Shishi looked over at Suzuki who looked perfectly content with
everything where as he, himself, felt like he had gotten lost in some dark
labyrinth of a sort. It was beyond him how anyone could take all of that
mess on the table and turn it into a single, delectable dish. He glanced
over at Suzuki.
'Speaking of a delectable dish . . .' thought the samurai, but then scolded
himself. Suzuki was his friend, his very toned, tall, handsome, firm-
tooshed, intelligent friend. That was all. He paused and then sighed.
'Right none of that stuff matters to me at all,' he thought sarcastically.
Suddenly he became aware that Suzuki was talking to him. He gently shook
his head to clear his mind of its former thoughts and tried to listen
attentively.
"First preheat the oven to 375," Suzuki instructed.
Shishi did as told and waited for the next direction, which had a lot to do
with mixing. He didn't know what he was doing really or why; he just knew
that he was mixing. While he did that Suzuki set to his own task.
For a while the kitchen was quiet save for whisking sounds and the
occasional clang of pots or utensils. Shishi glanced over at Suzuki every
now and then when he wasn't looking. Little did the samurai know that
Suzuki happened to be stealing secret glances at him as well. Once, their
eyes met and both paused what they were doing. It seemed as though neither
wanted to look away, but after a moment or two their little staring contest
became awkward feeling. Both just grinned to feign innocence and went back
to half-heartedly doing their separate chores.
Finally, a question came to Suzuki's mind and he simply had to break the
silence to ask it. "Shishi," he started.
"Hm?" Shishi replied, not looking up from his chore.
"Why did you want to help me do this?" the blonde questioned. He was
genuinely interested. Certainly Shishi was his friend, but that had never
stopped him from being arrogant, full of himself, and sometimes
inconsiderate before.
At the simple question, Shishiwakamaru looked up at the other demon. Suzuki
WOULD have to ask the question that he didn't quite know the answer to. He
sighed as he thought about what to say, but it was difficult because Suzuki
kept staring at him with those placid, inquiring eyes. He wondered what
would happen if he told his friend that he needed to close his eyes because
they were distracting him from thinking. It probably wouldn't go over very
well. He sighed and tried to keep it from sounding too hopeless, for he
still didn't really have an answer.
"I don't know. I suppose I felt bad . . . um, still feel bad about what
happened before and I didn't know how else to make it up to you." the
samurai replied.
The blonde stared at him. "Why did you want to make it up to me so badly?"
he asked.
Shishi shrugged. "Why wouldn't I want to make it up to you? You're my best
friend. I don't like to see you angry . . . at least not when I'm the one
who caused the anger," he was surprised at what he had just said. He hadn't
really even given it a second thought before it tumbled off of his tongue.
Suzuki was surprised as well. In all the many, many years he had known
Shishiwakamaru, the demon had never said anything quite so . . . intimate.
And after Shishi's uncharacteristic confession, all Suzuki managed to say
was, "Oh." After that, the kitchen was once again filled with silence.
Shishi sighed and let go of his wire whisk so that he could flex his hand a
bit, as it was starting to become cramped. When he went back to resume his
task he found that the whisk had fallen into the gooey cheese sauce mix and
was quite submerged in it. He sighed again, only this time out of
aggravation.
His sigh alerted Suzuki to the situation and he cracked a smile.
"Problems?" he asked.
Shishi rolled his eyes. "Oh no, everything is just peachy," he replied
sarcastically. He wrinkled his nose at the prospect of having to delve into
the gooey cheese just to retrieve a cooking utensil; however, he supposed
the soufflé might be a little tough if they baked the whisk in with it, so
he figured he had no choice.
Hesitantly at first, Shishi reached into the bowl and allowed his hand to
dive into cheesy depths. He ran his hand around the bowl until he felt
something quite inconsistent with the rest of the gooey texture and he
wrapped his fingers around it and pulled it out. The wire whisk and
Shishi's hand both were dripping heavy platters of cheese and the
longhaired samurai looked rather disgusted with the whole ordeal. Disgust
turned quickly to irritation when Suzuki began chuckling. Despite that
though, Shishi liked the way his friend sounded when he laughed. His voice
was deep and smooth, and so melodic. It seemed to fill the kitchen, taking
the edge off of the little diving expedition he had been forced to go on.
Shishi shrugged and smiled faintly.
"Yeah," Shishi said, "I can see how this could be reeeeeal funny for you."
Suzuki laughed a bit harder. "Glad you're so understanding," he replied.
At that moment, a strange idea popped into Shishi's head and without really
giving it much thought, using the cheese covered hand, he flicked his wrist
causing cheese droplets from his hand and the wire whisk to fly off and
splatter on the blonde demon.
Suzuki's laughter stopped abruptly and he had the funniest look of surprise
on his face. He stared dully at Shishi who bit his lip, but couldn't stop
from laughing. His eyes wafted over to his bowl of egg yolks and his other
bowl of flour.
Seconds later, Shishi found himself with egg yolks adorning his lovely hair
and white, powdery flour splotches all over his face and clothing, but he
couldn't stop laughing despite it all and neither could Suzuki when Shishi
attacked him with the powdered mustard and more cheese sauce. The kitchen
was alive with laughter and food being thrown all over the place.
Twenty minutes passed and the laughter faded to chuckling and the flying
food ceased, but both demons were covered from head to toe in cheese
soufflé ingredients. Shishi's eyes were bright with merriment. He couldn't
remember the last time he'd let loose and had an all out food fight.
Suzuki too was quite cheerful, but perhaps the thing that made him the
happiest was the effulgent gleam in Shishi's large, strangely expressive
eyes. That long hair had come unbound and was dripping with the remembrance
of their food fight while his all too sensual lips were curved into a
delightful smile and bared his white fangs.
Suddenly, it all seemed pointless. The idea of him holding back his
feelings for his friend seemed just ludicrous! Shishi was standing right
there, within arms length, as beautiful, and perfect as ever and Suzuki
couldn't find a reason not to reach out for him so he took a deep breath,
stepped forward so that Shishi was sandwiched between him and the counter.
The samurai's smile faded easily as he found himself, once again, swimming
in the blue-green pools of Suzuki's eyes.
All appeared to be deathly quiet and still, as though the entire world had
paused to witness this one moment in time. And then, slowly Suzuki leaned
forward and his lips touched Shishi's.
There was a brief pause before the longhaired demon responded eagerly to
the proffered kiss and he wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck,
deepening the kiss. Suzuki used one arm to pull Shishi closer and the other
to swipe all of the things off of the tabletop. Utensils and food fell to
the floor with a terrible clatter and Shishi and Suzuki soon took up the
now vacant space on the tabletop.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I don't believe you got us thrown out of THREE different pizza places,
Chuu," Touya said as he opened the door to their house.
Chuu shrugged. "Aw c'mon, it could've been worse."
Touya rolled his eyes at his much taller friend. He sighed as Jin walked
passed him into the living room. He followed the redhead and Rinku and Chuu
followed him. Rinku took a seat on the couch and resumed watching the
television that had never been turned off. Chuu joined while Touya went
back to his favorite chair and Jin sat next to Touya on the chair's
armrest. He looked down at the ice master.
"He's right ya know," Jin started, "remember the night of the five Chinese
restaurants?"
Touya sighed. "Ah yes, how could I forget?" he asked, a little humor at the
memory laced into his voice.
Rinku looked over at them from his spot on the couch. "Well that wasn't
entirely Chuu's fault though at that one place. I mean, I've never seen
anyone get so worked up about a fortune cookie before?"
Jin nodded. "He's got a point," he said.
Touya shrugged. "I guess, but was it really necessary for you to hit on
EVERY female waitress we had tonight, Chuu?"
The larger man grinned and shrugged. "Restaurants shouldn't be hirin'
waitresses who looked as good as all of them did now should they?" He asked
jokingly.
Rinku grinned. "Or MAYBE they just shouldn't let macho-man-wanna-be's like
you inside," he said.
The two shared a good laugh over that. In the meantime, Touya grabbed the
book he had been reading and Jin began reading right along with him. It was
an activity that they did with one another often. After a moment though he
realized that he was feeling rather parched and hopped off of the armrest.
"I'm going to grab somethin' to drink, anyone want anything?" he asked.
He got two 'no thanks' and one shake of the head. Shrugging he went to the
kitchen door, pushed, and walked in to the kitchen. He came back a few
moments later holding a pop can and he went back to sit next to Touya to
continue reading over his lover's shoulder.
Everyone, except Jin, looked up suddenly as a strange moaning sound entered
the room. They passed one another curious stares.
"What was that?" Chuu asked.
Jin popped the tab on his pop and took a sip before nonchalantly looking
over at Chuu. "Oh yeah, Suzuki and Shishi are," he looked at Rinku and
then back to Chuu, "uh . . . exploring one another in a very intimate way,"
Jin said, trying to choose his words carefully.
Chuu grinned. "Well it's about damn time."
Jin nodded. "Tell me about it. I've been watin' forever for those two to
hook up."
Rinku wrinkled his nose. He wasn't naïve, he knew exactly what they were
talking about, but chose not to address it and went back to watching the
mind numbing television.
It was silent for a moment and then another moan of a sort was heard. Rinku
turned the volume up on the television and Touya let out an aggravated sigh
as he smacked his book down in his lap.
"If I have to clean up after you guys when you're done in there, you two
are going to be in SO much trouble!" He yelled. His blue eyes glanced at
the dissatisfied look on poor Rinku's young face. "And for God's sake would
you keep it down!?" With those words, Touya went back to reading, Jin
continued to read over his shoulder, Chuu and Rinku resumed watching
television, and the CD player on the table was as broken as ever.
-OWARI
kick in the ass, but ya learn to move on. . .
Author's Note: Okay so before everyone gets mad at me for not updating in
forever I need to explain. See, my internet went down for a long time
because my computer had a virus so we had to take it in and get it fixed
and reinstall everything and then after that I had a bit of writer's block
(aka: laziness) and I didn't type anything, but I'm here now with Chapter
three and all is well, right? . . . right???? Eheh . . . ^_^ Enjoy.
Happy Readings!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter: 3
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Okay, so um . . . where do we start?" came the question as Shishiwakamaru
and Suzuki stood in the kitchen next to each other.
Suzuki regarded his friend's question by making a motion toward the
deflated soufflé on the table. "First we get rid of THAT," he said.
Shishi bit his lip, once again feeling terribly guilty. He watched his
blonde friend walk over to the table, pick up the failure and toss it into
the garbage can. Suzuki then turned to face him and cleared his throat to
begin speaking.
"Well, first we need to get out the butter, the corn flour, the milk, the
cheddar and parmesan cheese, eggs, unsalted butter, black pepper, and some
powdered mustard, a saucepan, a soufflé dish, and lastly a regular bowl,"
Suzuki said.
Suzuki looked at Shishi carefully and had to smile. The youkai's lovely
lavender eyes had grown wide and his head was tilted slightly to the side.
He reminded him of a confused child. It really was too cute.
That last thought caused a slight frown to form on Suzuki's previously
smiling lips. He needed to stop thinking of his friend in such a way. That
kind of intimate relationship would never work anyway. They were two
totally different personalities . . .
Suzuki averted his eyes from Shishi.
Yes, they WERE two different personalities, but maybe that's what made them
friends, and if that made them friends then why couldn't it make them
something more?
The blonde's thoughts rushed around in his head, making him oblivious to
the fact that Shishi had moved away from him. It was only when he heard the
refrigerator door close that he snapped out of his reverie. Turning, he
found several of the supplies he had mentioned on the kitchen table. He
raised an eyebrow at his friend who shrugged.
"Out of that ridiculously long list, I'll grab all the things that I
recognized," Shishi said and held up a carton of eggs to serve as a visual
aid.
Suzuki shrugged and set to work getting things too. When they were finished
the tabletop was covered with a blanket of dishes and food items and
seasonings. Shishi looked over at Suzuki who looked perfectly content with
everything where as he, himself, felt like he had gotten lost in some dark
labyrinth of a sort. It was beyond him how anyone could take all of that
mess on the table and turn it into a single, delectable dish. He glanced
over at Suzuki.
'Speaking of a delectable dish . . .' thought the samurai, but then scolded
himself. Suzuki was his friend, his very toned, tall, handsome, firm-
tooshed, intelligent friend. That was all. He paused and then sighed.
'Right none of that stuff matters to me at all,' he thought sarcastically.
Suddenly he became aware that Suzuki was talking to him. He gently shook
his head to clear his mind of its former thoughts and tried to listen
attentively.
"First preheat the oven to 375," Suzuki instructed.
Shishi did as told and waited for the next direction, which had a lot to do
with mixing. He didn't know what he was doing really or why; he just knew
that he was mixing. While he did that Suzuki set to his own task.
For a while the kitchen was quiet save for whisking sounds and the
occasional clang of pots or utensils. Shishi glanced over at Suzuki every
now and then when he wasn't looking. Little did the samurai know that
Suzuki happened to be stealing secret glances at him as well. Once, their
eyes met and both paused what they were doing. It seemed as though neither
wanted to look away, but after a moment or two their little staring contest
became awkward feeling. Both just grinned to feign innocence and went back
to half-heartedly doing their separate chores.
Finally, a question came to Suzuki's mind and he simply had to break the
silence to ask it. "Shishi," he started.
"Hm?" Shishi replied, not looking up from his chore.
"Why did you want to help me do this?" the blonde questioned. He was
genuinely interested. Certainly Shishi was his friend, but that had never
stopped him from being arrogant, full of himself, and sometimes
inconsiderate before.
At the simple question, Shishiwakamaru looked up at the other demon. Suzuki
WOULD have to ask the question that he didn't quite know the answer to. He
sighed as he thought about what to say, but it was difficult because Suzuki
kept staring at him with those placid, inquiring eyes. He wondered what
would happen if he told his friend that he needed to close his eyes because
they were distracting him from thinking. It probably wouldn't go over very
well. He sighed and tried to keep it from sounding too hopeless, for he
still didn't really have an answer.
"I don't know. I suppose I felt bad . . . um, still feel bad about what
happened before and I didn't know how else to make it up to you." the
samurai replied.
The blonde stared at him. "Why did you want to make it up to me so badly?"
he asked.
Shishi shrugged. "Why wouldn't I want to make it up to you? You're my best
friend. I don't like to see you angry . . . at least not when I'm the one
who caused the anger," he was surprised at what he had just said. He hadn't
really even given it a second thought before it tumbled off of his tongue.
Suzuki was surprised as well. In all the many, many years he had known
Shishiwakamaru, the demon had never said anything quite so . . . intimate.
And after Shishi's uncharacteristic confession, all Suzuki managed to say
was, "Oh." After that, the kitchen was once again filled with silence.
Shishi sighed and let go of his wire whisk so that he could flex his hand a
bit, as it was starting to become cramped. When he went back to resume his
task he found that the whisk had fallen into the gooey cheese sauce mix and
was quite submerged in it. He sighed again, only this time out of
aggravation.
His sigh alerted Suzuki to the situation and he cracked a smile.
"Problems?" he asked.
Shishi rolled his eyes. "Oh no, everything is just peachy," he replied
sarcastically. He wrinkled his nose at the prospect of having to delve into
the gooey cheese just to retrieve a cooking utensil; however, he supposed
the soufflé might be a little tough if they baked the whisk in with it, so
he figured he had no choice.
Hesitantly at first, Shishi reached into the bowl and allowed his hand to
dive into cheesy depths. He ran his hand around the bowl until he felt
something quite inconsistent with the rest of the gooey texture and he
wrapped his fingers around it and pulled it out. The wire whisk and
Shishi's hand both were dripping heavy platters of cheese and the
longhaired samurai looked rather disgusted with the whole ordeal. Disgust
turned quickly to irritation when Suzuki began chuckling. Despite that
though, Shishi liked the way his friend sounded when he laughed. His voice
was deep and smooth, and so melodic. It seemed to fill the kitchen, taking
the edge off of the little diving expedition he had been forced to go on.
Shishi shrugged and smiled faintly.
"Yeah," Shishi said, "I can see how this could be reeeeeal funny for you."
Suzuki laughed a bit harder. "Glad you're so understanding," he replied.
At that moment, a strange idea popped into Shishi's head and without really
giving it much thought, using the cheese covered hand, he flicked his wrist
causing cheese droplets from his hand and the wire whisk to fly off and
splatter on the blonde demon.
Suzuki's laughter stopped abruptly and he had the funniest look of surprise
on his face. He stared dully at Shishi who bit his lip, but couldn't stop
from laughing. His eyes wafted over to his bowl of egg yolks and his other
bowl of flour.
Seconds later, Shishi found himself with egg yolks adorning his lovely hair
and white, powdery flour splotches all over his face and clothing, but he
couldn't stop laughing despite it all and neither could Suzuki when Shishi
attacked him with the powdered mustard and more cheese sauce. The kitchen
was alive with laughter and food being thrown all over the place.
Twenty minutes passed and the laughter faded to chuckling and the flying
food ceased, but both demons were covered from head to toe in cheese
soufflé ingredients. Shishi's eyes were bright with merriment. He couldn't
remember the last time he'd let loose and had an all out food fight.
Suzuki too was quite cheerful, but perhaps the thing that made him the
happiest was the effulgent gleam in Shishi's large, strangely expressive
eyes. That long hair had come unbound and was dripping with the remembrance
of their food fight while his all too sensual lips were curved into a
delightful smile and bared his white fangs.
Suddenly, it all seemed pointless. The idea of him holding back his
feelings for his friend seemed just ludicrous! Shishi was standing right
there, within arms length, as beautiful, and perfect as ever and Suzuki
couldn't find a reason not to reach out for him so he took a deep breath,
stepped forward so that Shishi was sandwiched between him and the counter.
The samurai's smile faded easily as he found himself, once again, swimming
in the blue-green pools of Suzuki's eyes.
All appeared to be deathly quiet and still, as though the entire world had
paused to witness this one moment in time. And then, slowly Suzuki leaned
forward and his lips touched Shishi's.
There was a brief pause before the longhaired demon responded eagerly to
the proffered kiss and he wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck,
deepening the kiss. Suzuki used one arm to pull Shishi closer and the other
to swipe all of the things off of the tabletop. Utensils and food fell to
the floor with a terrible clatter and Shishi and Suzuki soon took up the
now vacant space on the tabletop.
~*~*~*~*~*~
"I don't believe you got us thrown out of THREE different pizza places,
Chuu," Touya said as he opened the door to their house.
Chuu shrugged. "Aw c'mon, it could've been worse."
Touya rolled his eyes at his much taller friend. He sighed as Jin walked
passed him into the living room. He followed the redhead and Rinku and Chuu
followed him. Rinku took a seat on the couch and resumed watching the
television that had never been turned off. Chuu joined while Touya went
back to his favorite chair and Jin sat next to Touya on the chair's
armrest. He looked down at the ice master.
"He's right ya know," Jin started, "remember the night of the five Chinese
restaurants?"
Touya sighed. "Ah yes, how could I forget?" he asked, a little humor at the
memory laced into his voice.
Rinku looked over at them from his spot on the couch. "Well that wasn't
entirely Chuu's fault though at that one place. I mean, I've never seen
anyone get so worked up about a fortune cookie before?"
Jin nodded. "He's got a point," he said.
Touya shrugged. "I guess, but was it really necessary for you to hit on
EVERY female waitress we had tonight, Chuu?"
The larger man grinned and shrugged. "Restaurants shouldn't be hirin'
waitresses who looked as good as all of them did now should they?" He asked
jokingly.
Rinku grinned. "Or MAYBE they just shouldn't let macho-man-wanna-be's like
you inside," he said.
The two shared a good laugh over that. In the meantime, Touya grabbed the
book he had been reading and Jin began reading right along with him. It was
an activity that they did with one another often. After a moment though he
realized that he was feeling rather parched and hopped off of the armrest.
"I'm going to grab somethin' to drink, anyone want anything?" he asked.
He got two 'no thanks' and one shake of the head. Shrugging he went to the
kitchen door, pushed, and walked in to the kitchen. He came back a few
moments later holding a pop can and he went back to sit next to Touya to
continue reading over his lover's shoulder.
Everyone, except Jin, looked up suddenly as a strange moaning sound entered
the room. They passed one another curious stares.
"What was that?" Chuu asked.
Jin popped the tab on his pop and took a sip before nonchalantly looking
over at Chuu. "Oh yeah, Suzuki and Shishi are," he looked at Rinku and
then back to Chuu, "uh . . . exploring one another in a very intimate way,"
Jin said, trying to choose his words carefully.
Chuu grinned. "Well it's about damn time."
Jin nodded. "Tell me about it. I've been watin' forever for those two to
hook up."
Rinku wrinkled his nose. He wasn't naïve, he knew exactly what they were
talking about, but chose not to address it and went back to watching the
mind numbing television.
It was silent for a moment and then another moan of a sort was heard. Rinku
turned the volume up on the television and Touya let out an aggravated sigh
as he smacked his book down in his lap.
"If I have to clean up after you guys when you're done in there, you two
are going to be in SO much trouble!" He yelled. His blue eyes glanced at
the dissatisfied look on poor Rinku's young face. "And for God's sake would
you keep it down!?" With those words, Touya went back to reading, Jin
continued to read over his shoulder, Chuu and Rinku resumed watching
television, and the CD player on the table was as broken as ever.
-OWARI