Hi everyone~! twinSlayer is back~!
Okay, first of all *bows 45 degree* Sorry for the late update. I've got too much work to do and all of a sudden, last weekend, I caught a fever. It's all because of the homework. =_= And who said that homeworks can't kill a man?
Enough rambling. Enjoy~! And this chapter don't have that much humor. Sorry *bows several times*
Disclaimer : Fairy Tail is Mashima-sensei's, coz if it's mine, Fairy Tail would be much more unreasonable! XD
"Put in a spoonful of baking powder…..", she glances several times at the cookbook before facing back the bowl of mixture.
"Alrighty," wiping away the dangling sweat, she cracks her knuckles, "Time to bat the batter~"
And then, with all her strength, she spins the big ladle in the batter.
5 minutes later…..
"Oy Flameheart."
"Yes?" With a bit of batter splattered at her cheek, Emi looks at Lyon at the entrance of the kitchen with a blank gaze. "Anything I can help you, Lyon-san?"
"Yes, please. I want you to please not to make a mess in the kitchen," he pinches his forehead while browsing the whole cooking place stained with pale yellow batter. "And don't scream. It sounds like this is some kind of dojo."
"I'm just doing my best!" explains Emi, pouting. "I've never cooked before."
He cocks his brow. "But then you said 'Okay, I'll cook dinner for you' confidently last night. Lemme stress it again, you said it confidently."
"I am a fast learner," she turns back her body to the batter and starts to mix it slowly, "Well, I think."
He sweatdrops, worried about what his stomach might consume tonight.
DING DONG!
"Lyon-sama~! It's me, Sherry!", says a voice from behind the door.
"Oh wait, lemme open the door." Quickly, Emi leaves the batter (?) to open the door, while Lyon instinctively walk towards the same thing.
"You can continue 'cooking', I'll get the door."
"Lemme."
"No, lemme."
"Lemme."
"No, Emi."
"Lyon-sama? Are you there?", Sherry calls again from the outside.
"Just let me get the door."
"I said I'll get it, why are you so stubborn?!"
While they are busy quarrelling (while walking towards the door), Emi trips on the wooden floor and lands on the sofa behind her. Lyon that closely trails behind her bumps onto the same thing and settles on top of Emi.
"Lyon-sama?" Sherry opens the door after realizing the door isn't locked. She takes a peek inside to search for her Lyon-sama.
And that time, Sherry's eyes widens.
There's her Lyon-sama on a sofa, lying on top of a woman (possibly his new housemate), with his face on her big boobs.
"LYON-SAMA!"
"Oh, I see. I just thought that maybe you're his mistress," Sherry chuckles.
"FYI, I don't have any mistresses, Sherry."
"And I'm not even close to what a mistress should look like."
"Oh come on. You're cute, how come there's no one gonna fall for you?" Sherry praises her. "I bet Lyon-sama must be lucky to be your housemate."
"I'm not so sure about that." He stands up and walks upstairs. "I'm gonna be ready in a few minutes."
"Oy ice-brain."
"What?"
Emi picks Lyon's shirt on the sofa and forms it into a ball before throwing it at its owner. "Don't strip in front of a lady, baka." Sherry is seen covering her face because of the embarrassment.
He laughs. "I'm sorry. Are you a lady?"
Emi gives a glare at Lyon before saying, "Be ready to get diarrhea tonight."
"Well, that's too easy for a C-leveled mission don't you think?", asks Yuka on the way back of the mission.
"Yeah, for a notorious gang of thugs, they're quite weak….," Toby sniffs his left sock. "They can't even stand smelling my sock for three minutes."
Chelia looks at Lyon who is zoning out. "Lyon-san, are you okay?"
Snapping back into reality, Lyon flusters for a second. "Ahh….Oh….No-Nothing…." Sheepishly rubbing his neck, he looks away while blushing.
All of them are silent. It is so unusual for Lyon to lose his composed self.
"Lyon-sama, if you have any problem, you could always tell us. We'll be there for you." Sherry shows her beguiling smile.
"It's okay, I'm fine…." Lyon replies her smile with a chuckle.
"Tadaima…"
"OKAERI~!" Emi happily greets her housemate once Lyon shows his face at the door. "Dinner's ready~"
He sweats abundantly, thinking about her threat this morning. "I don't want to get a diarrhea, Flameheart."
"What's the use of the toilet then?" she replies nonchalantly. He sighs.
"Guess I'll just bear with it." He sits on the chair and Emi serves the food cooked. The scent seeps into his nose in which makes his tiredness vanish into thin air. "You cooked this?"
"What? You don't believe me?" she glares at Lyon.
"I'll taste it first before believing it," he grabs a spoon and scoops the chicken broth in front of him. Right after his tongue detected the presence of the soup in the mouth, his mind goes blank.
"Lyon?" Emi waves in front of his face. "Lyon? Are you okay?" She starts to worry about the food.
Lyon is seen trying his best to swallow the soup. Hastily he reaches for a glass of water and gulps it. Feeling restless, Emi tastes her soup. Her eyes go wide after that.
Emi coughs hard. "This is too salty! Don't eat the soup, Lyon!"
"I'll try the chicken." He cuts the chicken and eats it, anticipating another unique taste of the food. A few seconds later, he again grabs the glass and drinks it until there's no droplet of water left. "It's…..hot…"
"Too spicy!" she screams. "Ugh, I'm such a failure…..Don't eat this, Lyon. Let me finish these alone."
"No. I want to eat them. You cooked this for me." With the slightest of bravery left, he ate them without hesitation. "I won't let your efforts go to waste."
Witnessing Lyon's sincerity, Emi joins him at the dining table. "Okay, I'll do my best to clean these babies up!"
30 minutes later….
Done! The salty and spicy dishes are surprisingly being licked clean by the both of them. A great achievement for an ice mage. Lyon sits on his favourite spot on the sofa, breathing heavily. The spiciness of the chicken is really taking a toll on him. Emi joins him there after washing the dishes.
"Sorry."
Lyon looks at the sour-looking Emi. "What for?"
"For giving you a bad experience in dining."
He laughs. "Not that bad. At least it's still edible."
"The toilet's gonna be crowded tonight," she jokes.
"Totally."
She leans at the sofa and closes her eyes for several minutes. Lyon thought she has drifted into sleep. "Hey Emi-"
All of a sudden, his mind flies back to the time of this morning where the two of them tripped and he fell on top of Emi. His face turns crimson red.
Looking at Emi that is sleeping (or rather resting with her eyes closed), he stares at her boobs where his head had landed before. Realizing the perverted thought that runs across his mind, he rubs his face with regret.
"I'll take the shower first." He leaves Emi to quickly get rid of the perverted thought.
"Lyon."
He glances. "Hm?"
"Your shirt and pants."
"Shit."
While taking his leisure time in the shower, his mind again flies back to that particular time. Slapping himself, he monologues, -Just why did I have to remember that awkward moment? Now I'm some perverted twenty-eight years-old man.-
"But again…." he feels his cheek, "they are kinda soft…"
Hah! You perverted ice bastard! *slaps Lyon's shoulder* Don't worry, I won't tell Emi~
Yeah I don't write the fighting scene here coz I suck at that. Haha...*turns gloomy*
Again, sorry for the short chapter. I'll try to make it longer in the future. And yeah, review are gladly accepted! XD
Until next time! Jaa~