Disclaimer: Shotaro Ishinomori's, not mine.
Notes: Number two of my one hundred Cyborg 009 fics (ninety-eight left go!). The prompt this time was 'lunch'. There are mild spoilers for 'Story of a Struggling Restaurant' in this. Feedback, as always, is appreciated.
"Jet... What have you done?"
Chang stared in horror at the ruins that had once been his pride and joy of a kitchen. His counters were filthy, littered with empty cartons and half-finished meals... to say nothing of the floor. The stench of burnt food filled the air, and the sink was overflowing with what looked like every dish he owned. The poor chef had to rest a hand against the trash-covered table to keep steady.
And the cause of it all stood in the middle the damage he had wrought, much too calm for his own good.
"Do you remember back on the Dolphin, when you offered to teach me how to cook but I said no?" Chang nodded numbly.
Jet shrugged nonchalantly in reply. "Needless to say, it came back to bite me when I moved back to the Bronx-- I've been surviving on take out and ramen ever since. But then I thought to myself, 'Hey, Chang's got a kitchen so well-stocked that even I could learn to cook a decent lunch, right?'. I mean, I figured I'd make some mess, I just didn't think it would getting so big so soon." He scratched a spot on his chin with a dirty spatula, looking as apologetic as someone like Jet could be. "Look... you're probably really pissed, and I understand if you are, but if it helps... well, I'm sorry."
"... You're sorry." Chang stroked his mustache, deep in thought. "Taking responsibility for your mistake... that's quite mature for you. I'll keep that in mind when I'm burning you to death."
Even Jet had enough sense to make a break for it at that point.