TITLE: Getting Over It
AUTHOR: The Button Master
RATING: PG, for the moment.
TRANSMISSION: 2
CHAPTER: 1
TRANSMISSION TITLE: The Macarroni and Cheese Disaster
SUMMARY: Kojiro is temporarily unable to cook due to a broken foot. Ookami complains and is punished by cooking dinner. Ookami can't cook, so she inlists some help....
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[Notes from THE AUTHOR:
Well, I'm back to do Transmission Two! I felt like writing about food accidents, so here it is--the latest product of my boredom! I'm trying to work more on building character relationships. I'm having some trouble figuring out whom should hate/like whom. So, please let me know with a review! I'd like to know who you'd like to see hating who, if you want characters to be friends, in love, starting a war, killing each other with pointed objects, etc. The next chapter is going to be about Vash and Kojiro....let me know what you think!
- THE AUTHOR ]
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Transmission Two:
"The Macaroni and Cheese Disaster"
It was 3:00 in the afternoon, and all was quiet at 13 14th Boulevard Street Road Court. Everyone went about their business as usual; Vash was ironing laundry, Sirius was off in his room being grumpy, Hector was screaming at passing clouds in the backyard, Draco and Mr. K were chasing each other around the house (angry, as usual,) and Ookami was off somewhere, sliding down stair rails and causing her usual brand of chaos and panic. Everyone was back to normal, just as usual, except for Kojiro, who, due to his broken foot, was puzzling on how to reach the stove from his wheelchair.
Ookami slinked silently into the kitchen, and stood right behind Kojiro, hands behind her back.
"Hello!"
"AHHHHH!" Kojiro yelled and jumped about a foot in the air. "WHAT THE--WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? Why did you sneak up on me like that!? Stupid wolf!"
"That wasn't very nice," Ookami said matter-of-factly, "you're a wolf, too, you know."
"Hmph!" Kojiro said. "Whadaya want?"
"I was just wondering what you were going to cook for dinner, that's all."
"I can't cook!" Kojiro yelled irritably. "I can't even get up out of this wheelchair! Cook it yourself, psycho."
"I'm not a psycho," Ookami said almost happily, "I'm a wolf spirit. Besides, I can't cook."
"That's too bad, then. Guess you'll starve--what a shame."
"You're mean, Kojiro!" Ookami pouted. "Besides, I bet I can cook better than you, anyway!"
"HA!" Kojiro yelled. "Snowball's chance, psycho. Who knows? Maybe pigs will fly!" Kojiro enjoyed a good, hearty laugh at his own clever joke; Ookami growled lightly.
"You just go ahead and laugh, you outdated, lupine Hippie!" Ookami whirled around and poked him in the nose with one of her nails. "At least everything I cook doesn't taste like sod!"
An evil glint appeared in Kojiro's eye; Ookami had struck a chord.
"OH, yeah?" Kojiro yelled back. "Well, if YOU think you're so smart, let's see you cook for a change and see how you do!"
Ookami stood there with a stunned look on her face. Ookami couldn't cook--not at all. She hadn't expected Kojiro to get mad. They argued all the time, but he usually didn't raise his voice to anyone except Mr. K, and just look where that had gotten him. She would have expected him to run out of the kitchen and slam the door to run off and have a hissy fit somewhere, if it weren't for the fact that he was currently in a wheelchair. So, Kojiro pulled the chair around, wheeled himself at a snail's pace out the door, and once he made sure all the wheels were clear, tried to slam the door; his hair got caught, so he had to come back and unstick it, then slammed the door again.
"Fine!" She yelled after him. "I'll show you! I WILL cook! And it'll be EDIBLE, too!"
Ookami stopped to think....she had never really cooked before, unless toast counted, and when she made that, she was under the supervision of Mr. K. She didn't know how to cook. Heck, she didn't even know what most of the household appliances were even supposed to do.
Either way, Ookami always took pride in taking responsibility for her actions, and now her responsibility, it seemed, was to prepare dinner for the rest of the household. But, where, oh where to start?
Ookami stopped to think once again. She didn't know how to cook, prepare food, or use any of the appliances in the kitchen. She would need some help, but who in the world would be willing to help her? She could ask Mr. K, but if she messed up, she'd likely get shot with his brand new revolver. Draco was too much of a goof-off, and probably wouldn't know much more about kitchenware than she did. Vash seemed very kind, but if they made him cook, they'd be eating doughnuts for the next year. Hector barely knew up from down, let alone know how to cook food. Maybe Sirius would know; he was, after all, the only other semi-canine in the house who didn't say she belonged in a mental institution--at least, in public he didn't. But, where was he?
Ookami bounced out of the kitchen and hopped down the hall on one foot. He had to be around somewhere. Was he in the living room? No, not there. The backyard? Not there, either; Hector was there. Possbily the laundry room? No, Vash was ironing pants in there. The kitchen? No, she had just been there. The garage? No. The attic? No. The basement? Definitely not. The study? Nope, definitely not. Closet? No. Bathroom? No. Under the couch? No. Ookami had already checked all of her favorite hiding places, and even the fireplace.
She hopped down the hall upstairs and knocked on the last door in the house.
"Who's there?" came the disgruntuled reply. "Go away, I'm busy."
"SIRIUS~!" Ookami whined. "It's Ookami! Open the door!"
"I said, go away!"
"Okay, then," Ookami said huffily, "I'll leave."
The door creaked open.
"Oh, good grief," Sirius sighed, "you again?!" Ookami accepted this as a greeting and smiled.
"Kojiro got mad at me because I said his food tastes like sod," Ookami explained.
"That's understandable."
"Well, he got mad, and now I'm in trouble because I can't cook."
"I'm missing the part about why you needed to come bother me."
"I'm getting there," Ookami said, "ANYWAY, now I'm stuck cooking because Kojiro's mad and he thinks I can't do it. But, see, I can't cook, and I don't want to ask for help from K, because I'll get shot."
"I see," Sirius said, "and you needed to come bother me WHY?"
"I need kitchen supervision because I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing."
"Why in the world should I help YOU?" Sirius said flatly. "That last time I helped you with one of your little projects, the garage blew up and the neighbors sued us for disturbing the peace with all of YOUR noise!"
"Please?" Ookami begged.
"Also, let me remind you who not only went on stand for you at the trial, but paid half of the fine!"
"PLEASE?"
"Not only that, I polish that disturbing collection of spoons you have every day. AND, let me remind you who constantly is covering up after you're little messes....like the one with the neighbors before the last--DON'T even bring it up...."
Ookami let loose with the biggest, cutest, watery-eyed starving-puppy-in-a-kennel look she could muster. "PWEAAASE, SIRIUS? PWEEEAAASE?"
Sirius twitched and bit his lower lip. "Oh, good grief, Ookami....not THE LOOK!"
Ookami whined like a helpless wolf pup.
"Oh, for crying out loud--FINE!" Sirius spat. "I'll help you with your little kitchen fiasco--but don't go and get the wrong idea! I STILL don't like you."
Ookami smiled and Sirius got glomped rather suddenly. "See? I KNEW you were my friend!"
"GAH! Let go of me!" Sirius squirmed to get free, but no one had ever escaped the wrath of an Ookami-Glomp. "Don't go getting all snuggly with me! I said I'd help you cook, wolf! Cooking does NOT involve hugging!"
Ookami blinked. "Then how do you cook?"
Sirius sighed. "This is going to take a while...."
BUTTON NOTES
[ Okay, well that's it for the first chapter. I'm trying to make them a little bit shorter so they're not so hard to read. There's probably going to be two chapters, and then an aftermath (uh oh). ^^; How long do you think I should keep Sirius fighting with Ookami? Should they fight more? Stop fighting? Move on and put it behind them all together? Post a review and let me know what should happen with that (AND the Mac and Cheese....can't forget that) in the next chapter! Give me details. I can't write something if I don't even know what my audience wants me to write about, no? ^^ Well, until then, enjoy!
Buttons - THE AUTHOR ]
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