Where have I been!? Rl kicked me in the face and I'm so sorry for not updating for so long.
Here's a cute little story, there will be more to come for Mayhem in Death City.
7) Baking with Black-Star
"Then you flick this switch up to the speed that you want." Tsubaki explained how the hand mixer worked to Black-Star.
"Okay." The star nodded.
"Do you know how to work the oven?" Tsubaki asked her meister.
"Click bake and pick the temperature that I want?"
"That's right Black-Star. Anything else that you need to know before I go?"
"Nah, I got it." Black-Star reassured.
"Okay then." Tsubaki opened the door to their home. "Just don't blow up the house while I'm gone." She giggled and left.
"The amazing Black-Star blows up whatever he wants." He chuckled and stared at the ingredients sprawled out on the counter. "I can do this…it's just a cake." Black-Star grabbed the cake mix box and skimmed the instructions. He tore the top of the box and pulled out the plastic bag. He tugged on the top and couldn't get it off. "A bag is not going to defeat the awesome Black-Star!" The star clamped his teeth and yanked off the top, it ripped off and the powder covered his face. He coughed and dropped the bag into a bowel. "The chocolate is better cooked." Black-Star stated. He removed the plastic and grabbed two eggs. "The shells don't go in…right?" He asked himself. The ninja slammed the eggs together in his hands and the egg white and yoke dripped from his hands. "Uck." He dropped the shells into a trash can and wiped his hands off on a towel. "This is messier than I thought it was going to be." Black-Star poured some milk into the bowel without measuring and started to stir the mixture. "I never turned the oven on!" He rushed over to the oven and pressed several buttons, the wire's turning red. Black-Star scraped the brown mixture into a pan and tossed the thing into the still cold oven. "Tsubaki didn't make any icing." The star noticed. "No problem for Black-Star!" Getting some powder sugar he dumped it into a container and some of it went up his nose, the sneezed and powder flew everywhere. "Why doesn't Tsubaki make such a mess when she cooks!?" He cried, sugar falling down from his hair. Not bothering to clean up he put water into the container and stirred it into a thick goo, after many…many attempts.
"Black-Star!" A voice called from the door.
"Oh no, not now!" He rushed out of the kitchen and blocked off the visitor from the room.
"Why are you covered in powder?" Kid asked, brushing some of the sugar out of the star's blue hair. Black-Star coughed into his hand and scratched the back of his head.
"N-no reason." He lied.
"I don't believe you." Before Black-Star could respond the oven beeped.
"Stay here." He begged and ran back into the kitchen.
"What is that boy up to?" Kid mussed and walked into the burnt scented kitchen. The young shinigami leaned a hand against the warm oven and watched a tensed up Black-Star hunched over the counter. "Black-Star?" The star jumped at the sound of Kid's voice and he tumbled with a container.
"Kid!" Black-Star turned around with icing all over his powdered face.
"What are you doing?"
"W-well…I-I'm…" The tan boy turned around and grabbed the pan behind him. "I was making a cake." Kid looked down at the pan and saw the desert. It was burnt around the edges and with white icing that spelled out, in messy handwriting, 'KidStar'.
"KidStar?"
"It's our names combined, Liz suggested it." Black-Star admitted. "I'm sorry that it's horrible, The amazing Black-Star can do anything…but cooking is harder than I thought." Kid took the pan out of the star's hands and put it back on the counter.
"It's fantastic, I bet it tastes wonderful." Kid wiped some of the icing off of Black-Star's nose and put the finger to his mouth.
"Th-then let's have some now." Black-Star reached out for the pan but Kid grabbed his wrist and put it on his waist.
"We'll eat the cake later." Kid leaned close and whispered into the star's ear. "There's something better I want to taste." He wiped off the 'r' on the cake and spread the icing on Black-Star's bottom lip. The young shinigami wrapped his arms around the ninja's neck and kissed off the icing. When Kid parted for a breath Black-Star chuckled.
"I guess the cake can wait." The assassin leaned forward, but the paler boy moved back.
"Or maybe not." Kid pinched a piece of cake and smeared some of the chocolate on the star's cheek, and licked it off.
"I see." Black-Star smirk. He grabbed the cake and pulled Kid out of the kitchen and into his room. And let's just say that the cake didn't last long.
Of corse Liz came up with it :3
And for you others who enjoyed all of my writings, I have another many chapter story coming to a fanfiction near you!
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