Insanity rise: Alrighty, this part of the story strays from the main plot a lot but I think this is my favorite part! Sorry about being so out of character! I hope you know that when reading the "user" discussions at the top you can completely recognize who they actually are by the clues in their names! Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Making the biscuits

Speakerofthedolphins: How'd you like chapter 3?

Fluffysnakeguy: pretty good, but how did you know I don't have a supply closet…and my closet…

Speakerofthedolphins: Lucky guess…

Fluffysnakeguy: I would think so.

GotMilk03: I don't much appreciate how you make Kabuto seem like such a baby.

Speakerofthedolphins: I don't expect everyone to like what I right; I like hope you can overlook that and enjoy the story.

GotMilk03: You really should try to stay in character, and you're pairings I don't agree with…

Fluffysnakeguy: I love it!

GotMilk03: I don't, don't you have any respect fro other people's reputations?

Speakerofthedolphins: hey, I happen to have more fans than you could even imagine buddy, so I'd stop that arguing if I were you.

GotMilk03: well there's no way I'm supporting this story.

Fluffysnakeguy: I AM! I LOVE IT!

Speakerofthedolphins: thanks for your support! ON TO CHAPTER 4! TALLY-HO!

Kabuto stepped into the kitchen, humming a tune and completely forgetting about finding the flashlight, too busy with the idea of making his favorite food. He smiled and opened a cabinet, taking out a cooking book. Meanwhile, Kimimaru stepped into the kitchen, giving Kabuto a curious glance as he took a glass of milk from the fridge and took a sip.

"Whatcha doing Kabuto," Kimimaru asked, sounding rather concerned, knowing Kabuto tended to get himself into trouble when he got out that cooking book.

"I'm making biscuits," Kabuto announced, plopping a large chef's hat onto his head and tossing on an apron that read, "I love my biscuits."

"Are you sure you can do that alone," Kimimaru cocked an eyebrow. Kabuto flipped through the cooking book, beaming when he found the right recipe.

"Wow," he exclaimed, "I'm not sure I know how to do this, Kimimaru what does stir together mean?"

"Um…maybe I should help you Kabuto," Kimimaru shrugged.

"That would be great," Kabuto, squealed with glee, "you can help me find all the ingredients!"

"Okay," Kimimaru nodded, wondering if this had been such a good idea, "what do we need?"

"Hm, let me see," Kabuto squinted at the words on the page, reading them aloud so Kimimaru could hear, " 2 cups of flour, 3 teaspoons of baking powder, ¾ cup milk, ¾ teaspoon salt, and 1/3 cup shortening."

"Alright then," Kimimaru looked around for the ingredients, hoping Kabuto had read them right.

Kimimaru searched around the kitchen, finding a purple measuring cup in the cupboard along with a teaspoon, which was also a dark purple color. Orochimaru liked that color, it was easy to see. He already knew where the milk was and noticed how little was left, but considering how much milk he drank that was understandable. In no time at all he had all the ingredients in a neat pile on the counter. Kabuto smiled with thanks.

"What next," Kimimaru asked.

"It says we need to stir the dry ingredients together then add in the milk," Kabuto instructed.

"Okay then-"

"No," Kabuto blurted out like an excited child, "I want to do it!"

"Fine," Kimimaru grumbled, "I'll go ahead and preheat the oven."

"It says to heat it at 450 degrees, "Kabuto looked fearfully, "but the knob only says 475!"

"No kidding," Kimimaru sighed, turning the knob to the correct spot.

Kabuto squealed with glee and tossed all of the ingredients into a bowl, smiling as a cloud flour puffed from the bowl. He threw in the baking powder, but was blinded by flour as he prepared to put in the flour. He let out a surprised squeak as he fell to the ground, completely alarmed.

"I GOT SALT IN MY EYES!" He screamed as the container of salt fell over his face.

"Calm down Kabuto," Kimimaru tried to help him, but he ran around in a mad frenzy. Kabuto cried as salt burned his eyes, running about until he ran into the refrigerator. Kimimaru sighed and helped him to his feet, offering him a wet cloth to hopefully help his eyes. Kabuto sniffled and wiped the cloth across his eyes, still sobbing.

"You okay," Kimimaru put a concerned hand on his shoulder.

"It attacked me," Kabuto exclaimed, "THE EVIL MR. SALT TRIED TO KILL ME!"

"Kabuto-"

"NEVER AGAI WILL I TRUST THE SALT'S EVIL GOODNESS I WILL NEEVR FALL FOR YOUR EVIL SCHEMES AGAIN," Kabuto screamed, tossing the container of salt away. Kimimaru shook his head, wondering if they would ever finish with this stupid cooking.

"Come on Kabuto," Kimimaru told him, "let's get back to those biscuits."

"Okay," Kabuto dried his eyes and went back to his mixing. After a few short moments, he turned to Kimimaru.

"Alright you can put the milk in now," Kabuto explained, but Kimimaru didn't move from where he stood.

"I said you can put the milk in now," Kabuto gave the boy a concerned glance. Kimimaru had a fake grin on his face, looking suspiciously happy.

"Are you okay," Kabuto asked, "did you hear what I said?"

"Oh yeah the milk," Kimimaru laughed behind clenched teeth, "funny story about that really…"

"Kimimaru," Kabuto said unhappily noticing Kimimaru's large milk moustache, "you didn't drink the last of the milk did you?"
"…um…no," Kimimaru grinned, obviously lying, "why…would I do that?"

"Kimimaru!" Kabuto scolded, "that was all the milk we had, what are we going to use now! The biscuits are ruined!"

"Couldn't we just use something else," Kimimaru asked, wishing he wasn't the cause of the problem, "I mean all we need is something wet right?"

"You're right," Kabuto smiled, "but what else is there?"

"We could use water," Kimimaru said, looking to the faucet.

"But that's too simple," Kabuto pointed out, deep in thought, "I wonder…"

"What then," Kimimaru asked, out of ideas. Kabuto didn't answer, obviously too occupied with his thoughts, suddenly, he got an idea!

"I've got it," he exclaimed, bouncing up and down, "We'll use kool-aid!"

"That's a great idea," Kimimaru beamed.

Kabuto squealed and hurried to the cabinet where he was sure the kool-aid mix was. He grinned as he took out a small red package, telling himself how genius he was. He quickly filled a pitcher with water and dumped the mix inside, giggling when the clear liquid turned red.

"Now we need to mix it in," he explained.

"Don't we need to like add sugar or something," Kimimaru asked, thinking he'd heard something about that once.

"Okay," Kabuto nodded, taking a bowl of sugar and dumping it in.

"Now we can mix it in," Kimimaru announced, "come on!"

"Yeah," Kabuto squealed, pouring the red drink into the bowl with the flour and baking powder, the salt never did make it into the bowl. Kimimaru stirred it with a large spoon, working until the kool-aid created a watery mixture. He eyed it curiously.

"Kabuto," he said, "this doesn't look right."

"It looks fine," Kabuto smiled stupidly and retrieved the cook book, "now what next, it says we need to put the dough out on a floured board and roll into until its about ½ inch thick."

"Alright," Kimimaru got out a chopping board and a rolling pin, "we need more flour!"

"But," Kabuto observed the empty flour bag, "We're all out."

"Then we'll just have to use something else," Kimimaru glanced about, his eyes falling on the discarded container of salt.

"Perfect," he exclaimed, picking up the container and sprinkling the salt over the board-which was also purple.

"I'll get the dough," Kabuto dumped the contents of the bowl onto the cooking board, smiling stupidly. The kool-aid soaked mixture dribbled across the counter and onto the floor, but Kabuto was too engrossed in making biscuits to notice. Kimimaru smoothed out the dough with the rolling pin, biting his lip as the dough squished and splattered over everything around it, including his apron.

"Alright," Kabuto said when he was sure Kimimaru had done a good enough job, "now it says we need to cut the dough and bake in the oven for around 12 minutes."

"Okay then," Kimimaru smirked, "this calls for some real action!"

"Go for it," Kabuto exclaimed as Kimimaru-quite morbidly by the way- took out one of his bones and used it to cut through the watery dough.

"I'm done," Kimimaru smiled, his face covered in the sticky dough.

"But how do we know its ½ inch thick," Kabuto asked, looking practically distressed.

"Hmm," Kimimaru stared intently at the soggy dough, "it looks about right."

"If you say so," Kabuto nodded, quickly grabbing a cookie sheet from a cabinet. They spread the biscuits out on the tray, fitting on all they could. Kimimaru smiled and inserted the sheet in the oven, a sudden wave of heat striking him before he closed it again.

"Well now all we have to do is wait," Kimimaru informed an impatient Kabuto.

They sat silently, Kabuto twiddling his fingers and Kimimaru gazing intently at the clock on the wall. Kabuto sighed, wanting more than anything to taste his beloved biscuits. He was oblivious to the huge mess around them. Flour was littered all over the counter, while a large pile of salt sat on the floor, and the floor was stained with a puddle of kool-aid.

"How long is 12 minutes," he asked after a few short moments.

"I suppose their done by now," Kimimaru shrugged, putting on a pair of oven mitts and removing the pan from the oven. Kabuto stared at the soggy wads of dough on the cookie sheet, wondering why they were red instead of gold. These biscuits looked funny to him. He gave one a tentative poke, squealing when it stuck to his finger. But he wasn't going to let appearance stop him.

"LET'S EAT!" He exclaimed, stuffing the sticky lump of dough in his mouth, the second he did his face took on a look of pure disgust. Squealing with sudden alarm, he spit the biscuit out, sticking his tongue out and trying to remove the rest of the sickening wad of dough.

"No good," Kimimaru sighed.

"Salty," Kabuto shrugged, smacking his lips.

"Hello Kabuto," Orochimaru entered the kitchen, a sadistic smirk on his face, "whatcha cooking."

"Biscuits," Kabuto smiled, "want one?"

"Sure," Orochimaru had a taste for biscuits almost as much as Kabuto. Kabuto grinned stupidly and handed his master one of the sticky globs. Kimimaru gave him a look of pure distress, knowing what would happen when Orochimaru tasted that sickening "biscuit."

Without saying a word he grabbed Kabuto and fled from the room. Orochimaru shrugged his shoulders as Kimimaru slammed the door, popping the biscuit into his mouth and grinning dumbly.

"Pretty good," he smirked.