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Title: It's the thought that counts
Chapter: 7/16
Genre: Fluffy romance kind of an early valentine thing.
Characters: Tatsuha/Suguru and Shuichi…for un-obvious reasons.
Warnings: x)
Summery: Well Valentines Day approaches, and poor Suguru faces his worst dilemma in giving his recent boyfriend a gift of yummy chocolate: He can't cook! So who comes to the rescue? Non-other then the hazard-prone Shuichi.

Suguru Fujisaki, keyboardist of Bad luck, two days before the day of love and annoying pink cards, had finally after hours of thought, found out the best gift to give to his boyfriend; a delicious chocolate cake!

Who wouldn't love such a delightful treat? It would be perfect for the wacky monk, so simple yet so good! Suguru was sure a homemade; double stacked cake would make Tatsuha fall to his knees in happiness. And so the keyboardist of age sixteen was determined to make the best, most excellent cake of the century for his lover's valentine's gift.

But there was one tiny, little, teeny, small set back; Suguru, as he looked out at the ingredients from his mothers own recipe, was hit in the head with the realization, that he had no idea how to cook, let alone a cake.

So after a moment of frustration, pouting and anger, Suguru gave up, and hurriedly cleaned the kitchen before Tatsuha returned home. He would just have to try tomorrow.

But still, not even a good night sleep or a healthy breakfast, or insane research on how to cook, or after reading many "how-to" cook books, Suguru could still not comprehend the art of making worlds best chocolate cake. And on top of that, the kitchen was a mess. Many attempts had the same outcome as the last, the "best cake in the world" tasted like crap. And scarily enough, looked like it each time it was pulled out of the oven too.

Oh what was this poor Suguru to do?

So the very day of Valentines Day itself, with absolutely still no present for the perverted Tatsuha, Suguru dragged his tired self into the studio, just minutes from being late.

"Jesus Christ Fujisaki, you look like you just dragged yourself out of a plane crash." Shuichi commented, taking a seat at the table next to Hiro.

What is Shuichi doing there early anyway?

Suguru dropped in his seat across from the deranged lead singer, and his down-to-earth side kick in crime guitarist. In all honesty, he felt like he was just in a plane crash.

With melodramatic sigh, the seemingly only sensible member of Bad luck, began to explain his situation. Of the long last two days of trying his hardest to make the perfect cake, of the nights of reading online and books and usually ending up tied to the bed by the "supposed to be" monk, of many failed attempts to make something other then complete crap from the hundreds of ingredients, and of the insomnia all of the above had caused.

Hiro gave a light chuckle, and Shuichi put on a face that made him almost look like he was thinking. Key word; almost.

" I was thinking, and now I have the perfect idea to help!" Shuichi said enthusiastically, standing from his seat.

"I didn't think that possible Shindou-san…" Suguru mumbled as he lifted his head to look at the hyper ball of energy. From that moment on Suguru swore he'd find the bastard of a doctor whom failed to diagnose Shuichi with A.D.H.D. (1)

"How about, I come over to your house after work, and help you bake that cake? Yuki's not going to be home till late tonight, some meeting with his editor, so I can help you create the most delicious cake of all!" Hiro snorted a laugh beside his friend.

"Sure that's entirely safe, he who can not be trusted around anything flammable?" Hiro commented. He received a slap up the back of his head.

"I'm perfectly capable of baking a cake, I baked one for Yuki last year on his birthday, and when I tested it on your pet bird, he seemed to like it! (for Yuki himself would never dare the attempt eating anything created by Shuichi.)

"So that's how fluffy died…" Hiro said rubbing his chin, as though putting the pieces together to the mysterious puzzle of how his pet bird had died a while back.

But poor Suguru was desperate enough, so had no other choice then to accept the proposal of Shuichi assistants in baking a cake. However, even more unfortunately for the keyboardist, Suguru lacked the knowledge of how terrible Shuichi's cooking skills were as well…

And so, the two went straight to work on project "Make worlds best cake ever". Truly, mission impossible. Hour after hour, cake after cake, Suguru was near a point of tears as no matter how hard they tried, the cake came looking out worse then before. Somehow, there was a sneaking suspicion lingering that Shuichi's idea of adding the whole bag of sugar instead of the recommended much smaller amount had something to do with the problem.

And finally, the last cake that was pulled out of the oven was no better then the rest.

"I'm real sorry Fujisaki-kun…I have to go now." Shuichi said as he smiled weakly to his band mate, feeling pretty glad he wasn't the younger boy at the moment.

"Oh! And also, I left a little something that may make things better on your bed for later. Yuki goes crazy when I wear it…so…good luck! See you later!" and with that, the singer bounced off.

Suguru stood in the large kitchen in frustration. Staring down at the blob that didn't even look like a cake, Suguru knew it was all he could do. Quickly putting on the frosting, he shoved the dangerous concoction in the fridge. All that was left to do, was clean up, and fast. Tatsuha would be home any minute.

And after the dishes and pans were scrubbed, the blobs of burnt ingredients trashed, and the flour and assortments of other things were cleaned away, Suguru himself was still a disaster. But there was no time to spare as the front door opened, and Tatsuha made himself known.

"Hey Suguru, I'm home!" Suguru's heart dropped. He was a mess, and his gift was a total flop. But even though burning tears stung his eyes, he knew he had to do, what there was left to do; present to Tatsuha, "worlds worst cake ever".

Pulling the cake out of the fridge, Suguru placed it on the table, and waited nervously for his boyfriend.

"Hey Suguru…" Tatsuha said, walking into the kitchen. He pulled his smaller lover into a deep kiss while placing a bundle of red roses in his arms.

"Happy Valentines Day." Tatsuha said putting on a sweet smile, as he wrapped his arms around Suguru. The said boy blushed in delight, and his heart stopped, as he knew the moment he dread had come.

Pulling himself, regretfully, out of the arms of Tatsuha, Suguru set the roses on the table, and hesitantly picked up the thing that was supposed to be a cake. Turning to his lover, Suguru held up the plate.

"H-happy Valentines day…" Suguru said, knowing fully well that a fit of laughter would start any moment now.

And it did.

The monk laughed as he looked down at what appeared to him as an attempted desert of some sort, forgetting entirely the thought that his boyfriend had probably worked very hard on it.

Through chokes of laughter, Tatsuha finally asked:

"What is it?" and that was enough to make Suguru let out a sob. Lowering his face, and the cake, letting the tears fall, he knew that Tatsuha hated his gift.

Suguru knew he had failed to make the "worlds best cake ever" in which case, failing to please his lover. The thought hurt, and the chuckles that were heard weren't helping.

And even when the laughter stopped, the tears that fled down Suguru's face didn't. Realizing his rude mistake, Tatsuha lifted his lover's chin to wipe the tears and look into his eyes.

"Thank you very much for this…cake Suguru." Tatsuha said with an apologetic glance. Suguru's eyes turned bright and his smile grew. All Tatsuha could do was thank whatever god was listening for making his guess on what the desert was right.

So, Tatsuha took a gamble on his life, and ate every…last…disgusting, vile crumb of the blob. But the desert Tatsuha received later was oh, so much sweeter. For Shuichi, apparently had been kind enough to lend Suguru his ever-famous schoolgirl outfit.

Ah, the desert may not have been so sweet…but it was the thought that counted.

End Chapter

Wow…that was weird xD

(1) No offense to those who have it, though it's a disorder found mostly in boys, and my doubts run high that many of such gender will be reading this…to those who are boys, thanks for reading!