Conflict of Interests
Drabble 46: Cooking Utensils
By: Kigen
Unofficially entitled Bedtime Stories of a Crimson Nightmare. One main course of YohLyserg cuteness, with a side order of angst. The longer drabbles have begun.
Disclaimer: We'd get more fan service from Lyserg and Yoh and Hao, and all other Shaman King bishies if it were mine (even though we still get a good amount, mine would have a dash more yaoi in it). Shaman King was mine
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"How can you cut it so small?" Lyserg asked, concentrating on slicing the thick slab of meat into thin chunks.
"Practice?" Yoh shrugged. He continued to mince the green onions on his chopping board. "Need any help?"
"I think I got it." Lyserg answered.
Looking at the dowser, Yoh had to smile. Lyserg just looked so cute, dressed in a apron with his hair clipped back so his hair didn't fall into his eyes. The boy's brow was furrowed in concentration, as he bit his tongue and continued to slice the meat.
Yoh put the chopped green onion with the minced garlic in the frying pan. As he turned to retrieve the soy sauce and sesame seed oil from the cupboard, Lyserg let out a sharp cry. Spinning around, he saw the knife on the board, and Lyserg clutching at his hand.
Yoh noticed with a bit of morbidity, that there was a little too much blood on the chopping board then raw meat usually allowed.
"Lyserg! Are you okay?" Yoh was immediately fussing over the boy, trying to get a look at his hand.
"I'm fine." Lyserg answered, smiling weakly. "It's not bad."
"Let me see." Yoh took Lyserg's hand away.
Blood immediately began to drip onto the floor.
Running Lyserg's hand under running water, most of the blood washed away and Yoh was able to inspect the wound. The cut was only an inch long, deep, but not deep enough to go to a hospital or doctor or anything.
Wrapping Lyserg's wet hand in a cloth, Yoh ushered the dowser to the living room. He sat Lyserg on the couch as he went off to get the first add kit.
Lyserg bit his lip to hold in his whimper of pain as rubbing alcohol was applied, and allowed Yoh to bandage the wound.
"It's not that bad." Lyserg squirmed as Yoh tied off the bandage.
"I know." Yoh smiled. "But let me fuss over you anyways." Yoh brought the hand to his lips and kissed the bandaged hand. "All better now."
Lyserg rolled his eyes, an amused laugh escaping his lips. "So I guess this means I'm not allowed to cook anymore."
"Not cutting anything with knives anyways." Yoh kissed Lyserg's cheek. "Anyways, sit and relax for a little bit. I'll finish dinner, okay?"
Lyserg nodded. He had learned by now that fighting with the Asakura when he wanted to baby him was useless.
"Good boy." Yoh kissed Lyserg's forehead, laughing when Lyserg whacked him in the head with a pillow.
"Finish cooking." Lyserg smiled.
"All right, all right. I'm going Lyserg."
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Hope everyone enjoyed the fluff. Next chapter, the return of some needed HaoLyserg! Comedy with needles and pouts.
Thanks you for reading, please review.
Ja min'na-san!