Of birthdays and wedding cakes

Part 3: Of eggs, bunnies and laptops

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Mistress DragonFlame: Ack! Must-resist-the-squirrel! Xx Heh, I actually doubt L-sama would force them to marry since she actually thinks of them as siblings. But who knows what she'll do...? If I would, this fanfiction would have fewer chapters ;

Teefa85: Heh, I agree, but I guess before Chaotic gets blinded by the cake, the boys must succeed in creating it at all...I actually doubt that a perfect cake will be the result of all the chaos...

Gerao-A: I'm glad that you liked the story so far and I hope I can succeed in making you liking the further chapters, too! I'll try my best.

Another note: Yay! It works! My internet is alive again and so is my beautiful, beloved dictionary-site - which means I can finally continue with this fanfiction. I apologize for the long waiting time (but you better get used to it, the fourth chapter isn't even written in German yet...the German people wait for an update since...oh, 10 months?! Whoops...?!)

On another note: If someone gets confused with the ingredients, please tell me in a review, I will then translate the whole recipe for you and put it in as a chapter.

Besides that I truly hope I describe everything correctly, I haven't baked in my life even once…

"Alright", Luufcied declared after Garamigdo had also opened the website on his laptop, "as far as my understanding of the production of cakes is developed, the instruction says..."

"Wait!", Cephied interrupted, "I think we all have close to no clue about this stuff. So could you please try to rephrase your words so that we have at least a chance of understanding you?"

"And what exactly is the interfering factor concerning the complexity of articulation of a Shinzoku in terms of the rational thinking?", Garamigdo sneered.

"Huh?", a confused Shabranigdo asked.

"It shouldn't be 'Huh?' but ''I beg your pardon' and Garamigdo had just insulted us dragons. Besides that, if not Garamigdo, then at least I will try to speak in a way which should be more understandable for simple-minded Mazoku like you", Luufcied tried to say in easier words.

"Well, you are surely not far away from their level", Garamigdo retorted. "But now, we should finally begin...for all the simple minds here - meaning everyone but myself - a short introduction: We try to manufacture an edible comestible which..."

"Huuuuh?" "What?" "I 'beg your pardon'?" "I don't get it..."

This was the moment when Garamigdo was close to banging his head against the table until this one would also break Luckily, Garamigdo despised violence, even if only a table would be the victim.

"As stated before, I'll try to phrase it more easily", Luufcied tried again (well, this had turned into a who-can-phrase-it-better competition alright!), "we try to bake a cake. This cake, as visible on the screen, consists of three parts, therefore has three layers. Understood so far?"

Relieved faces and nods.

"Very well...here we have the recipe, being our manual. I think we try the layers one after another since we have no experience with baking yet. Our cake consists of...", Luufcied looked at his screen again, "the lower, big layer; the upper, smaller layer and - a bomb?!"

"Wee, a bomb!", Dugradigdu rejoiced.

"A bomb?!", Vorphied repeated and Garamigdo checked if his opponent had finally lost his last brain cell and therefore the ability to read.

"I doubt it's a real bomb", Cephied mused and looked at the picture of the cake, "look, it's a dome-shaped mould, I guess it resembles a bomb."

"Aw, I'd rather have a real bomb!", Shabranigdo pouted.

"Now, who would have thought that?", Cephied snarled and only the fact that Luufcied continued prevented any further bloodshed - for now.

"Anyway, we should start. I'll tell you the ingredients for the lower layer and you try to find them." The others grumbled unwillingly, but no one objected.
"I also notice that the lower layer consists of the 'crust' and the 'cream' - the crust obviously being at the bottom and the sides so one can carry the cake. I'll quote:
'Crust':

8 eggs

240g dust sugar

160g flour

'Cream':

250g butter

100g chocolate

200g dust sugar

1 tb rum

1 tb instant-coffee

2 egg yolks"

Silence. Nobody moved. And then...

"What's an 'tb'?" "What is 'eggs'?" "100g? What's a 'g'?" "Instent-koffy?"

"SILENCE!", Luufcied yelled in despair while Garamigdo had seemingly given up hope already. "Right...we'll start slowly. With the crust. First, we need 8 eggs."

"I think, I've heard about those once", Cephied pondered and tried to remember what the humans of his world were eating. "I think they are round - maybe."

And so the gods started to search for round things (even if Shabranigdo claimed that Cephied couldn't be trusted. But as long as he worked, nobody cared). After finding a round salt shaker, an apple, two oranges, one onion and a piggybank in the kitchen Dugradigdu dared to open the strange, buzzing machine (aka refrigerator). This had already been suggested by the not-searching Luufcied and Garamigdo, but since the others had no idea what a 'refrigerator' was the two had been ignored.

"I have some!", Dugradigdu therefore finally shouted in triumph and held the box with the eggs up so everyone could see that conveniently situated words in the language of the gods named the content - luckily for Vorphied who had just wanted to try if the salt shaker was edible.

And so, the box was opened and eight eggs were put into a bowl.

"I'm not sure about this", Shabranigdo doubted, "they are quite hard, how can they be a part of a cream cake?"

Since everyone had to agree the confusion was back once more until Garamigdo got the brilliant idea to gather information with the internet again. Therefore, he was able to present the correct solution just a few seconds later: "They must be cracked open, the shell must be destroyed!", he read aloud.

"Destroyed?", Vorphied asked, already suspecting the whole operation.

But it came even worse because suddenly Luufcied remembered some information: "I recall that chicken are born from eggs. A chicken is an animal of my world. Eggs are laid by chicken since it's their way to bring forth offspring...wait a second!"

Shocked, the dragons stared at the egg in Shabranigdos hand.

"We should destroy a part of a living being!? Injuring it?!", Vorphied screeched, "Shabranigdo, put the egg back now!"

But Shabranigdo and Dugradigdu suddenly deemed the eggs much more interesting.

"Injure, huh?", the red-eyed Mazoku grinned.

"It...seems to be the only way. I can't find a cake which is made without eggs...", Luufcied growled unwillingly and so the dragons had no other choice than to agree - and to swear never to eat a cake again.

After this was finally decided, Dugradigdu put an egg on the table.
"Well, then let me figure out the most painful way to injure an egg!", he cheered – and suited the action to the word.

Now it should be commonly known that an eggshell isn't the most persevering protection and combined with a god who decides to connect his fist with said shell in a very violent way…well, the (anticipated) result was a completely demolished and havocked egg.

Again, no sound was heard until...

"YOU KILLED IT!!!", Vorphied screeched in horror and anger and decided to avenge the poor, dead egg – of course doing so consisted of decapitating Dugradigdu.

Meanwhile, Shabranigdo took pleasure in making a muddle of 'the intestines and remains' of the egg – which of course wasn't tolerated by Cephied…

20 minutes later:

Carefully, Luufcied and Garamigdo dared to leave their hiding-place under the table, always anxious to protect their laptops if needed. After the ruckus in the kitchen had finally subsided they had decided on finishing their battle – a match of online-chess – later. There was a cake to be manufactured!

Despite the fact that the baking hadn't even started yet, the kitchen already looked ravaged.

Thanks to the fact that Shabranigdo was weaker than him, Cephied had managed to defeat and gag his opponent with a rag. Now he and Vorphied were standing in front of Dugradigdu, who had searched refuge on a chair. He had been in a tight corner thanks to the combined force of the two dragons and had quickly decided to take hostages – now he threatened to kill all eggs.

"Dugradigdu, calm down!" Luufcied intervened while Garamigdo tried to coax his brother. „If you decide to liquidate all eggs it will be impossible for us to solve the given task with a positive result."

If Dugradigdu had understood the sentence will remain a secret, but luckily, he descended from his chair, put the eggs back into their box and freed Shabranigdo.

Garamigdo adjusted his glasses. „Well, since we obviously face a problem, it would be a logic way to find a compromise."

"We won't kill living beings!", Vorphied growled.

"Oh, we will alright! We have to bake the cake, remember?", Shabranigdo grinned – obviously surprised that he actually had a good reason for killing this time.

"As stated before, we should find a compromise", Garamigdo started again. "Shabranigdo, what happens if you injure a human?"

"He bleeds and I have fun!", the red-eyed god beamed.

"And does he die?"

"Not necessarily…it depends on where I slice him open – if I slash his stomach open and rip the intestines…"
"Alright!", Luufcied quickly interrupted, "Garamigdo, is it your intention to tell that we should injure more eggs with lighter wounds than statistically needed so they won't die and can be saved to gain the necessary substances?"

Garamigdo nodded and Luufcied thought about it. "Well, if we can heal the eggs after the procedure is finished this should indeed be an option…"

Cephied and Vorphied looked at each other and finally had to agree.

"Well then", Luufcied went back to his laptop, "we need eight eggs for the crust, two yolks – that's the yellow part - for the cream and ten yolks and egg whites respectively for further layers."
The other dragons growled – so many poor eggs had to suffer!

Meanwhile, Dugradigdu looked at the destroyed egg. "Shabranigdo surely mixed everything up here, but there surely are yellow and white parts."

"I guess since it's already dead we might as well use it", Vorphied sighed and for once everyone had to agree. "But first, we should bless it to give his soul the eternal rest."

And so, the egg-slobber was blessed by all dragons before being shoved into the bowl by Dugradigdu – this also included the remnants of the shell.

„Now we need seven more yolks and egg whites for the crust!", Shabranigdo was delighted and grabbed the egg-box.

"Oh no, let us show you insensitive idiots how to do it in the most painless way!" Cephied took an egg from Shabranigdo. Then he searched for a sharp knife, put the egg on the table, whispered some calming words to the poor being and started to make a cut into the middle of the egg. Everyone else tried to watch the show – well, Vorphied also tried to stop Dugradigdu and Shabranigdo from startling Cephied.

Cephied managed to make a clear cut. While Luufcied got the bowl, he carefully lifted the egg and tried to let the egg white run off.

Sadly, the cut proved to be a bit too long – the first noise which shattered the silence was the breaking of the shell. And so, the egg broke asunder, the whole content fell into the bowl and Cephied was left with the two halves of the eggshell in his hands.

Two seconds everyone stared at the result – then, Shabranigdo and Dugradigu broke out into laughter and applause while Cephied obviously was in a state of shock. He dropped the eggshells, flung his arms around Vorphied's neck and started to sob uncontrollably.

Luufcied and Garamigdo inspected the result and sighed. It had been mathematically logic that this had been destined to happen if the cut was placed in the middle. But since none of the others would have even listened to them they hadn't bothered to try explaining.

And while everyone else was stuck with a laughing- or crying fit Garamigdo took the next egg and 'beheaded' it just below one end. But while being a genius, Garamigdo proved once more that practical work wasn't his forte. That was why nearly the whole content of the egg made its way into the bowl by mistake when he tried to tilt the egg.

"Gah!" Luufcied ran to the cutlery and grabbed a spoon before trying to get at least some egg white back into the shell.

Garamigdo watched his frantic struggling with the spoon (Luufcied wasn't one bit better in practical things than Garamigdo). „Do you hold the objective believe that a mixture of the substances of various eggs can save this one?"

"You better hope it does!", Vorphied growled after finally managing to put the apathic Cephied down on a chair. The other two Mazoku grinned and enjoyed Cephieds negative emotions.

Luufcied healed the poor egg, blessed it and put it back into the freezer.

"Now we have two egg white and three yolks?", Vorphied asked. Garamigdo looked into the bowl and nodded. Vorphied sighed and took the next egg.

And so the next hour was spend with getting either the yolk or the egg white from the eggs – with moderate success. Garamigdo finally figured out that the easiest way was to make a small hole into the shell before trying to dose the sticky liquids from inside with a spoon. Dugradigdu and Shabranigdo joined the 'egg-tortuing' soon enough – just Cephied preferred to bury the shells of his victim in a potted plant. Afterwards, he built a gravestone with two straws and some cheese-rind.

Finally, the gods had managed to get eight complete eggs (and some shell) into the first bowl, 2 yolks into a second one and ten yolks and egg whites respectively into two tureens. All eggs had been healed and were put back into the freezer. (It might be noted that L-sama of course discarded them afterwards without telling her children.)

"Alright..." Luufcied sighed and sat sown. „Now we need 240g dust sugar and 160g flour."

The ‚Silence of the dumb' was eminent.

"That's not working!", Dugradigdu growled, "With this pace, we might finish the cake for Chaotics next birthday. We need someone who actually has experience with this stuff!"

Even Vorphied had to agree with that.

"In my world, women tend to be more adept with the concept of baking…", Garamigdo suggested.

"Okay, then I know what to do!" Shabranigdo looked at the ceiling. "Mother, can you hear me? May I call one of my subordinates for assistance?"

This was all it needed to get Cephied out of his state of shock. "What?! One of your idiots? Why not a Ryuzoku?"

"Well, it was my idea; besides that you are the more powerful ones in terms of power – you said that yourself – and we all know mother likes it if the odds are even", Shabranigdo rejoiced. .

L-samas laughter filled the room. "Why not? But just one!", she said. Shabranigdo nodded and L-sama granted him to send a telepathic request to one of his minions. Seconds later, a golden door appeared. The dark lords grinned when it opened and revealed…

"Helloooooo!"

Cephied fell down his chair. "DEEP-SEA DOLPHIN?! Are you nuts? Why do you call this psycho?! Why not Sherra or at least Xellas?!"

Shabranigdo shrugged. "The more powerful, the better. Means Sherra was out of luck. And I doubt that Xellas can bake, she's a huntress. But since quite some centuries, Dolphin is terribly peaceful. If one can bake, she's the one!"

Everyone now watched the blue-haired Mazoku who – wearing a navy swimsuit - truly looked out-of-place.

"Dolphin", Shabranigdo started, "We need your help since we are supposed to bake a cake. Do you know how to do this?"

Silence.

Dolphin tilted her head and watched her boss out of big, blue eyes. And then…

"Awww! Hello cutie-pie!"

And she flung her arm around the neck of the surprised Shabranigdo.

"Gwah?!", Shabranigdo stumbled back, completely stunned. Everyone else wasn't less surprised than him.

"Shabranigdo, is there something you want to tell us?", Cephied finally asked.
"No! No! I don't know what's up with her!", his opponent squeaked and tried to get away from his subordinate. But Dolphin refused to let him go and purred "Oh, you are soooo cute! I love you soooo much!" over and over again.

This was the point when everyone else agreed with Cephied that Dolphin was completely nuts. But then Vorphied made an important discovery.
"Shabranigdo, I doubt she talks to you", he stated.

"Huh?! Then with whom? And get her off of me!", the desperate Dark Lord clamoured.

"Well, I think she talks with the bunny on your apron."

Again, everyone stared at Dolphin, who truly seemed to speak with the bunny – at least her nose was pressed firmly onto it.

Cephied finally sighed and removed the insane Mazoku from his opponent. "Dolphin, listen to me…", he carefully started. When the Mazoku Lord refused to listen and tried to get at Shabranigdo instead, Dugradigdu interfered and gagged her. This got Cephied her attention for at least a short time.

"You like the bunny, right?", the Shinzoku asked. Dolphin nodded happily. "Alright, then listen. Shabranigdo wants to give you the bunny because you love it so much. Sadly, he can't do this until we have finished out cake. Now, if you help us with the cake, you will get the bunny. Deal?"
Dolphin watched Cephied for a moment, then she rejoiced, agreed and freed herself. "Aww, cute dragon!", she purred and tousled Cephieds hairdo before Dugradigdu could stop her (If he wanted to is a completely different question). Then she nodded again and started humming a tune. Cephied sighed in relief and started adjusting his hair again. The other gods gave him approving looks – who would have thought that a Shinzoku could handle an insane Mazoku that well! Meanwhile, named lady turned towards Garamigdos laptop to study the picture of the cake.

"Can you bake this?", Garamigdo asked. Dolphin ignored him and continued humming while nearly pressing her nose against the screen. Everyone patiently waited.
"Weee!", she then shouted – and snached the laptop.

Within seconds Garamigdo went as pale as a ghost. „My...my laptop!", he screeched and tried to free his beloved machine from Dolphins grip. But since Dolphins magic hadn't been sealed, she didn't even think about giving her new treasure away and started to teleport around.

It really was quaint – the panicking Garamigdo was running around the room like a madman while Dolphin – obviously thinking this was some kind of game – even started to fly around and therefore making Garamigdo climb up stairs and cupboards. Then she started to merrily type away on the keyboard, sending the poor Dark Lord into a state of shock for the rest of his eternal life.

The other gods rubbed their eyes in disbelieve – nearly all of them were more sporting than Garamigdo, but they simply were too proud to help him chasing a Mazoku who normally was weaker than them.

Finally Dolphin stopped in the middle of the kitchen – in mid-air and just out of reach.

"Weee! What's written there?", she asked and turned the laptop around. The picture of the cake had disappeared, the screen was black with white writing.

Luufcied squinted to read the far-away, small letters. "That's… that's the option for the formatting of the hard drive!"

"Aaaaah!" This was enough to give Garamigdo a nervous breakdown. "Please, dear Dolphin! Please, please don't push this big key in the middle now!", he begged – therefore proving that even Garamigdo was making logical mistakes sometimes.

"This one?" Dolphin pointed to the correct key and Garamigdo realised his mistake. "N…no!", he squaked, but Dolphin didn't seem upset at all.

"Should it?", she sang and circled her hand around the button.

While everyone was staring upwards, Luufcied was calculating. During just a few seconds he computed verisimilitudes and presumptions…was Dolphin driven by madness, logic, instincts or was she – just like Chaotic Blue – unpredictable?
Finally, he sticked with the Mazoku-instincts. "NO! Not this key!", he suddenly yelled, startling everyone. Garamigdo was confused, then somehow grateful – until he understood the logic…

…

Dolphin stared at Luufcied. And then, the calculations of the Sinzoku proved to be correct…

"I won't do what a dragon says!", she squeaked – and pushed the key.

In this moment, all hell broke lose – Garamigdo broke down and stared wailing like someone had sung 'If you're happy and you know it' right next to him; Luufcied – who now believed that this was the guaranteed victory over Garamigdo – started (very un-Luufcied-like) to dance and Dolphin joined in mid-air. Only Dugradigdu, of all people, acted somehow constructive – he used Shabranigdo as a springboard and jumped at Dolphin, managed to grab her foot, pushed her down, snatched the laptop and threw it to Garamigdo who caughed it and started to type away.

As sudden as the chaos had started, it was over. Everyone (besides Shabranigdo, who was still knocked out after Dugradigdu's stunt) looked at Garamigdo, who sat on the floor and stared at the screen. Finally, he closed the laptop and shook his head.

"It's too late…", he whispered.

"It is…dead?", Dugradigdu asked.

"Well, I guess you can phrase it like that", Luufcied grinned. Cephied and Vorphied, who actually didn't mind that something was ‚dead' for once, congratulated Luufcied while the other Mazoku tried to comfort Garamigdo.

Dolphin finally landed and sat down next to Garamigdo. "Something's wrong?", she asked truly concerned.

Garamigdo looked up and stared at her as if she had just turned into a Ryuzoku. Shabranigdo and Dugradigdu stepped back – it was truly difficult to anger Garamigdo, but if someone did, this person was as dead as one could be.

And so, the normally calm Dark Lord jumped at the squeaking Dolphin who started to teleport once more and the chase began anew.

Meanwhile, Luufcied calmly sat down again. "Well, seems like I'm the only one now who has access to the recipe…", he smiled. Shabranigdo and Dugradigdu, who had finally decided to ignore Garamigdo and Dolphin, glared hat him but had to agree.

Sadly, things sometimes work out differently than planned, even if you are a brilliant Shinzoku. What exactly happened and why might never be revealed – maybe Luufcieds laptop decided that being alone with all those insane morons was beyond all bearing, maybe it just decided to be solidary…

…in any case, five gods had to watch in horror that the recipe suddenly vanished and the second screen also turned into a seemingly permanent black.

In the living-room, L-sama and her two daughters had to cover their ears when the next, ear-splitting scream from the kitchen echoed through the Sea of Chaos.

PART 3 END

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