Disclaimer: I don't own Sword Art Online.
A satisfied smile crossed Kirito's face as he contentedly observed the work he had just completed.
In front of the young warrior sat a pair of plates that were filled with steaming hot curry. He had spent the last three hours in the kitchen where he had been cooking the two meals to perfection. Having just finished his culinary task that evening, he was more than happy it was over. Cooking dinner was a lot more difficult for the skilled fighter than fighting enemies.
"Is it ready yet, Kirito?" A voice filled with love called through the kitchen doorway.
"Yeah, it's ready!" The dark-haired boy answered. "I'll bring it over to you in two ticks!"
As he picked up the two plates, one in each hand, Kirito prepared to leave the kitchen. He was eager to join the beautiful person who was waiting for him and her meal at the dining table. Usually it was Asuna who took charge of the cooking for the pair of them - but Kirito had insisted on doing it himself that evening. After spending a long day fighting for survival by his lovers' side, he had promised her that he would be doing the cooking. All she had to do was relax and enjoy their night-in together.
As he crossed through the living area, Kirito saw Asuna waiting patiently for him as she sat at the dining table. He smiled at the sight of her. How lucky was he to be paired up with an amazing young lady who happened to be a tough fighter, a talented cook - and a wonderful loving person?
I sure hope Asuna likes this food I've cooked for her, Kirito thought as he made his way over to the table, standing over the beautiful girl who sat there.
Asuna gazed up at him from her chair, a twinkle in her brown eyes as she smiled at him. "All ready, Kirito?"
"Uh huh!" Kirito nodded as he set one of the plates of curry down before Asuna onto the table. "Dinner is served!"
Asuna looked down at the plate Kirito had put down in front of her. The sight of the thick meat which was smothered in sauce and surrounded by rice made her eyebrows widen. It certainly looked unusual to her. How was her husband's cooking going to taste?
There was only one way to find out.
As Kirito sat in the chair opposite Asuna, putting his own curry down before him, he watched as the girl on the other side of the table cut herself a peace of meat. She raised it up to her lips and passed it through them before closing her mouth. The brunette silently chewed, relishing the taste of her lover's cooking skills. He had spent all night preparing this meal for her. She had to work out of his efforts to please her had paid off.
"Well?" Kirito said, smiling as he anticipated the girl's verdict on his amateur chef skills. "How is it?"
Asuna swallowed. Her lips trembled at the taste that filled her mouth. A black look crossed her face which she directed at Kirito.
"This is why I'm the one who handles the cooking out of the two of us…" she said quietly.
"Huh?" Kirito's smile disappeared, his eyebrows raising in astonishment at Asuna's remark. "You mean … it's bad?"
"No, Kirito, it's not bad … IT'S DISGUSTING!"
With a thunderous roar at the top of her lungs, Asuna angrily flipped the table over. Both plates of the unreliable curry were flung straight in Kirito's direction. His eyes widened in horror at the sight of them flying towards him. They were moving too fast for him to avoid him. The two plates of steaming hot meat, rice and sauce splattered all over his face - resulting in a scream of pain escaping from him as it intensely burned his skin.
"Clean this mess up, Kirito!" Asuna hissed as she irritably rose from her chair. "I'm going to order a pizza!"
Calming down from being burnt by the awful curry he had cooked, Kirito watched unhappily as Asuna stormed away from the upturned table and left him alone in the living room. He sighed as he began to mop up the split rice and sauce - much of which was still clinging to his face.
So much for pleasing Asuna with a nice night-in, Kirito thought glumly. Just goes to show how I am a skilled, tough fighter - but a terrible, abysmal cook!
The end.