Cooking with gas
After a night of restlessness, Kyohei sauntered into the kitchen to get food from the freezer. Sunako liked to leave extra already-made meals in the freezer if Kyohei got hungry. It was kind of like his secret stash- the others didn't know about it. She sure knew him, but what he was going to do he still didn't know if he should tell the others.
He grabbed two oatmeal packages and added water, still considering what to do. What would she want him to do/ what was the right thing to do? He didn't care right now. Priority one was Sunako Nakahara. He didn't want her rotting away or doing anything drastic. He carried the two bowls upstairs to her room.
"Sunako. Breakfast." Kyohei said. She didn't answer and he internally cringed. Carefully opening the door he entered. She was in the same place as before.
"You a statue now?" Kyohei teased, hoping she'd comment- that didn't happen. He put the bowls beside her arm. She looked at the bowls then at Kyohei through her dark, hair.
"Eat" Kyohei commanded. Pretty brave move with this woman but she surprisingly ate the oatmeal without a fuss. He watched her for any signs or problems. No tears so far, but no death glares either.
"It's no epicurean delight but..." Kyohei muttered. Looking at the mush in his bowl.
"No, it's good." Sunako said, cutting him off. He felt the surprise colors his face at her response. She was looking at her bowl with a bored expression drawn on her face. He studied her expression a little longer. He hadn't noticed before but her upper lip was really appealing, it was a little big but very inviting.
"Go clean yourself and meet me in the kitchen." Kyohei said as he stood up and walked to the door.
Fifteen minutes later, Sunako entered the kitchen in a t-shirt and roughed up jeans. She wasn't any top model but did looked way better than before. She was slouched against the table counter with her arms folded over her chest and the same expressionless look on her face as before. Kyohei just sighed.
"Come over here." Kyohei said, grabbing her wrist. She looked at his with wide eyes and flinched. He looked at her and saw what he had not seen in her room- pain. Her arms and face had multiple bruises and cuts. That anger from yesterday started bubbling in the back of his throat. He released his grip on her wrist and counted to ten in his head.
"Who did this to you." he asked a composed as he could remain.
"Does it matter?" She retorted dryly. Well that was helpful. Why was she acting like she didn't care? Was she really over it or just putting up a strong front,
"Never mind." Kyohei muttered. He started grabbing out dishes and foods from the fridge. He could feel Sunako's eyes on him.
"What are you doing?" Sunako asked, clearly freaked out. He smirked and looked over his shoulder.
"Cooking, what does it look like?" He retorted.
"More like messing up my kitchen..." She mumbled so quietly he didn't know if she wanted him to hear her. She went to the fridge and grabbed some raw ingredients. Two eggs, oatmeal and ground beef.
"Grab a medium sized bowl, a small bowl, a frying pan, a fork, and some olive oil." She said not even looking at Kyohei. He smirked and did as he was told without a complaint and placed the bowls and fork beside her and the oil and pan near the stove top.
"Now what?" He asked, looking at her with excitement. It might be fun to watch her make him a meal. She slid the bowl to him and held out a package of ground beef.
"You lean how to make hamburgers. Put the meat in the bowl, using the fork. Don't touch the meat with your hands." She commanded, leaving him smiling.
"Yes ma'am!"
He began scooping the meat into the bowl. From the corner of his eye he could see her pouring a tiny amount of oil onto the pan, then rubbing it in, she then turned to him holding out the fork." Start beating the meat." Kyohei took the fork and began stabbing the meat. He imagined it was the face of whoever hurt Sunako. She was like a sister and no one would get away with even toughing his sister. He wasn't really paying attention, but Sunako was now right beside him, her shoulder was against his rib. He felt as though he swallowed a dagger and tried to gulp it down. She paid him no mind and cracked two eggs into his bowl. She looked up at his with only the slightest hint of curiosity colouring her eyes.
"Keep mixing." She said plainly as she turned to get the oatmeal.
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"Yummy yummy!" Yuki cooed taking a second hamburger. He looked to Sunako "Theses are delicious!"
"He helped make it..." Sunako replied, inclining her head in Kyohei's direction. He actually didn't do much but he appreciated how she shared the praise.
"Good job, Kyohei." Ranmaru cheered. "Soon you'll be a good little housewife like Sunako-Chan." That deserved a good death glare.
Note; I feel bad asking this but if you are reading this PLEASE review. I just want to know how the stories going , if there's anything i can do to make it better. I know I don't have THE BEST EDITING SKILLS.