Notes: Part of the 52flavours comm on livejournal. Yoh/Anna, sort of. Was originally part of a larger oneshot.

04. everything you ever wished for

"So..." Manta's voice trailed off as he watched Koutarou clean. "How long as he been doing this?"

Yoh let his legs swing from the edge of the porch, enjoying the brief respite. "About two weeks now I think."

"I see." Manta watched Koutarou clean. Koutarou somehow managed to get out the spots that the smaller boy had never been able to do more than pick at morosely. Perhaps it was because of the boy's bigger frame, but Manta had a suspicion that it had more to do with infatuated fervour.

"Excuse me, Manta-kun, Yoh-san, " Koutarou's voice was only a trifle cooler when he said Yoh's name, "I need to clean this part."

"Ahh, sorry. Are you sure you don't need any help, Koutarou-san?"

"I've told you not to call me by my first name!"

"Oh. Sorry." Even Manta was surprised by his friend's blasé reaction. "Are you sure that you wouldn't like help, Mihara-san?"

"Quite sure. Anna-sama told me to clean it, and I will."

Manta watched bemusedly as Yoh slid off the porch onto the ground, humming to himself. Koutarou finished polishing the boards in record time.

"Anna-sama, I'm finished!" he called. He looked almost smug. "Why don't I take you out to dinner? It's too late to start making it."

There was no reply.

"Anna-sama?"

"What do you want?"

Manta jumped. Anna had appeared without warning. "You missed a spot, Koutarou."

"I'll get onto it. But once I finish, would you like to come out with me for dinner?"

"No."

"How about tomorrow night?"

"No."

Manta was incredulous. He knew that Koutarou was not the brightest person (understatement), but even the dullest twit could see that Anna was not interested.

"The night after?"

"No." Her tone was sharp and forbade more conversation. "Yoh, Manta, what are you two doing?"

Yoh sat up, his orange headphones clacking noisily. "Relaxing?"

"Go buy groceries for breakfast tomorrow. Manta, you can buy some takeout for dinner tonight."

"I can do that, Anna-sama!" said Koutarou, jumping immediately to his feet. Anna glared at him for his interruption, but he ignored it. "I'll buy you breakfast, lunch and dinner for the rest of your life, if you want!" She smacked him across the face. He brought his hand up to cradle his cheek, stars shining in his eyes.

"Anna, why don't you take him up on his offer? I'm sure Koutarou-san will take you to a nice place," said Yoh. Manta stared at him, disbelieving his ears. This was too much, even for him to take. Koutarou seemed to be in perfect accord with him.

"Since you seem to be so interested, you can have dinner with Koutarou tonight."

"WHAT?" screamed Koutarou. "Anna-sama! You are the only one I ever want to have dinner with! I want to wine and dine you! And treat you properly! And feed you the most delicious things that money can buy! WHY DO I HAVE TO WASTE IT ON THIS...THIS IDIOT?"

"Just for that, I won't chaperone," said Anna, walking back into the house. "Oh, and don't come home too late Yoh. We have to be up at five tomorrow."

Yoh sighed. "Don't you think you're taking this a little too far?" he asked in a tone that Manta could only call "chiding."

"No," she replied, and shut the door.