Domestic
It was disaster in its purest form. Forget World War 2 and Chernobyl, this was by far histories biggest tragedy. And she was the cause of it.
Not really sure what to feel at the moment Misao stared at her sorry excuse for a dinner. At one point it had been an attempt at Curry rice. Now it looked more like she imagined a newly destroyed Hiroshima had done - if she had lived at the time.
Why had she done this again? Oh right, it had been to celebrate Aoshi passing his latest test. However looking at the remains of the kitchenette it seemed more like a punishment. It would take years for it to be restored to its original state. Aoshi and Sano were going to kill her.
No wonder she and Kaoru had clicked so well; both their culinary skills sucked.
Why couldn't she just have taken him out to eat instead, or even sunk as low as to order take out? But no, she just had to try and be the perfect girlfriend –an act she knew she couldn't pull in a million years- and cook her hubby the perfect meal. There was a reason she was only a waitress at the Aoya, damn it!
Taking one last look at what she now believed to be toxic waste Misao exhaled mournfully, dragging herself to the sink to fetch a rag.
As if her situation wasn't dire enough her doom came earlier than expected as she suddenly heard the distinctive sound of the door being unlocked.
Run, hide! Protect the women and children! It's every man for himself!
The facial expressions Aoshi displayed as he took in the state of his usually clean home -well as clean as could be with Sano as a roommate- could be described as multi animated. Seeing her petrified form he raised a brow quizzically, that eventually transformed into a frown when he realizes why she was looking so temptingly at the window and the whole show ended with a look of impassiveness.
"You tried cooking didn't you." It wasn't a question it was a statement.
"Yes." Ding, ding, ding one million yen to the tall guy standing in the doorway!
There was a long -and in Misao's case very uncomfortable- silence. Oh Kami, she couldn't even bear to look at him now.
"Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."
Wait…
What?!
"Now?" She must've heard wrong. The exploding rice was probably still playing tricks on her ears. Yeah, that had got to be it, because there was no way in hell he just asked her out on a date after she had virtually demolished his living quarters.
"Is this a bad time for you?" His face had morphed back to the initial one with the cocked eyebrow.
"Well no, it's just…" She motioned unsurely in the direction of her homemade freak accident.
He glanced over where her hand was pointing only for a few seconds then he shrugged. "Let Sano clean it up."
"Are you serious?" She couldn't believe this. Could someone please press the rewind button?
Aoshi was already half way out the door when he answered her. "He owes me three hundred yen. Besides Megumi will thank you."
"Uh, Okay." Misao just knew there would be a catch to this -probably during some less than appropriate time- but she didn't push her luck. After nearly a year invested into this relationship she had come to realize that you did not question Shinomori Aoshi. Unless you had the dire need to experience what it would be like to poke a sleeping dragon with a toothache. She wondered what happened to those lechers at the bar a few months ago.
Oh well, at least Sano would be the only one after her hide this time.
Author's notes: I've said it before and I'll say it again. Review please! irresistible cute face (You know what I mean.)
/Tranquil Forest