Cooking

Akira stirred, his nose twitching. Was that bacon he smelled? With olive oil? Onions? Who was making that heavenly smell? Sniff. Sniff. Scrambled eggs and french toast? An omelette? Someone had hired a cook!

He pushed himself up out of bed and whipped the sleep from his eyes before he got up and left the room. He dragged his feet down the hall, still tired, his tail was wagging out of the prospect of being able to eat someone else's cooking...

Wait, someone else was using his cooking supplies?

He shrugged to himself. None of it smelled burned, so he could forgive the person... as long as he got to eat some. He followed the smell down the stairs: Orenge juice, yum!

Stepping out into the bar, he looked towards the kitchen. Alls he could see was a small person, sniff, female, cutting up something. She turned to stirr the eggs and their eyes met... Chocolate brown and dark green. She stared for a few moments, before continuing.

"Akira!" he turned sharply, only to see Nozomu sitting at the bar. "I know you don't like other people using your cooking stuff, but when an angel," his eyes shifted to the girl behind Akira, "Asks for something, you don't deny it... sit down! Relax!" Akira blinked, but with a smile volted over the bar, landing neatly on a stool.

"Guess me, Dog Wonder of the world, can forgive an angel," he grinned hugely, transforming to show his ears, tail wagging behind him. Nozomu took one look at him and glared, warning him to control himself. Akira whined a little, but transformed back. "So... where didja come from?"

"I came from upstrais," Nozomu answered. Akira rolled his eyes.

"Not you... her," he pointed to the girl in the kitchen, who seemed to be finished cooking and was getting everything onto plates.

She didn't answer as she got everything onto trays next and brought it out to the bar one at a time. "Can you put these on a table?" she asked quietly before returning to the kitchen.

"You ask," Nozomu grinned, "We deliver... come on Akira, lets help the beautiful lady..."

"Don't you think she's a little young?" Akira asked, grabbing one tray as Nozomu waited for the next. After putting the tray on a table, he started flipping the chairs back upright. "I mean... she's gotta be only fifteen..."

"It's not like I'm going to sleep with her 'Kira," Nozomu grinned as Akira blushed, blinking a few times.

"Well, that's a good thing," The Werewolf nodded. "I mean, two people sleeping in the same bed? Yuck... tha's wha' marriage is for."

"I swear you purposely act dumb sometimes," Nozomu rolled his eyes, bringing over the second tray. The girl came over with the third and they all sat down. It was self serve, with several omelettes, a large bowl of scrambled eggs, sweet smelling bacon, stacks and stacks of french toast, a large pitcher of orenge juice and a bowl of sliced fruits.

The girl piled her dish with bacon, fruits, and a few scrambled eggs. She ate slowly, seeming to savior each bite, unlike the Akira who wolfed down his first serving and started on another. Nozomu satisfied himself with sipping at his orenge juice, looking at the girl intently.

Akira didn't like the look in the Vampire's eyes...

"Wa's yoor ame?" Akira asked around his food. She jumped slightly, looking up at him in confusion. He swallowed and tried again. "What's your name?" Blushing, she looked back to her plate, mumbling something as she cut up her french toast. Nozomu and Akira shared a look of confusion as they paused in the middle of their breakfasts. A mystery girl? Was she some of Crime Lord? Was she a run-away?

"A name would be nice," Nozomu said smoothly, scooting closer to her. He let his hand brush across her shoulders. He stopped when she tensed.

She pushed away her half full plate and stood up slowly. "I should get going," she smiled at them both. "The rain seems to have died down, an-... Ah... Ah-choo!"

"Bless you," both the boys said at once. "You okay?" Nozomu continued; she nodded. "Right... well, my Lovely Angel, before you leave, you get to take a shower, alright?"

"No need," she straightened up. "I'll be fine, I promise..."

"Fine, but sick," Nozomu grinned, not realising his fangs showed... Akira noticed, but the girl didn't react to them. "Come along... I'll show you where the bathroom is, and even rummage you up some clothes, alright?"

She nodded hesitantly, and walked off with Nozomu. Akira watched, blinking, before turning back to his food. 'She seems familiar...' he thought to himself, taking another bite of the bacon. 'And so does this cooking... Ooo! These omelettes have bacon bits and chedder in them!'