Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Soul Eater.

Cooking Disaster

"Ah, Chrona! Geko."

He jumped in surprise.

"I'm going to bake a cake! Would you like some?"

His look of complete surprise was heart breaking. "R-really?"

"Of course, geko! I will even show you how!"

With happy grins, they walked around the corner to find a certain werewolf leaning on a pillar, dozing. His eyes crack open as they approach. His lips curled into a small smile.

He yawned, " 'Afternoon."

"Ah Free… you're coming too."

"Oh, ok…wait…. WHAT?" he screeched.

"We're making cake, geko. You know you love it!" She smiled at him. Chrona noticed how the man's cheeks reddened, for some reason. Chrona didn't think Eruka noticed, but then again her cheeks did the same thing. So he decided not to comment. Not that he would have anyway.

---in the kitchen---

"So why am I helping again?" Free asked boredly, as they were gathering the ingredients.

"Because." Eruka stated simply.

"And pray tell me… why are we cooking it in my kitchen?"

"Because yours is the only one with regular ingredients in this whole house, geko."

"…"

"…"

"I don't really want to know." Free stated.

Eruka glanced at a book in her hand. "Ok, we need… flour, sugar, eggs, oil, vanilla extract… this seems easy enough."

"Err… are you sure you know how to cook?" Free asked as he watched her drag a huge bag of four across the floor.

"Of course, geko. Now go get me 2 eggs! And Chrona- preheat the oven!" she said as she continued to struggle trying to open the bag. After a few more seconds, a fleeting idea struck her. "Ah, Chrona… could you and Ragnarok possibly open it?"

Eager to help in any way, shape or form, he did so without hesitation.

"Ragnarok…"

"SCREAMING RESONANCE!" they cry, followed by a swing of an arm.

The bag bursts open with an impressive 'Poof', and suddenly a huge shower of white fluff was sent into the air, covering everything, including the 4 in the room.

"Ano… I'm sorry!" Chrona wailed, waving his arms around and causing some flour to rear up and swirl around.

Still in shock, Eruka reached up and wiped the flour out of her eyes, taking time to look at their bowl.

"Hey, don't worry, geko! Look, some went in!"

"Oh good, that was all the flour I had." Free stated.

They all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ok, now for the oil and eggs." She carefully measured the appropriate amount of oil to be added. "Now you add the eggs, Free."

"Err… am I supposed to put the whole egg in?"
Eruka balked. "Umm… I think so."

"Ok…" he threw the eggs in.

"Now what?" he asked. Eruka looked at her book "Now the vanilla extract." She carefully took out a small vile and held it under her nose. "It smells so good…" She said, measuring a small teaspoon and pouring it in. "This doesn't seem like enough…" So she dumped about a third of the bottle in, "this will give it more flavor. Now, it says to beat the mixture thoroughly."

"What?... It wants me to hit the batter?" Free asked.

Eruka shrugged.

With an excited grin, he rolled his shirt up, took a fighters stance, and proceeded to beat the mixture to a pulp; causing satisfying 'Crunch' noises.

After he finished, they all glanced at the bowls contents.

"Umm… is it supposed to look like- like that?" Chrona asked, timidly gazing at the rather globby white substance, with noticeable eggshells floating around.

"It's what the book says, geko. So it's right."

"… I think we should have taken the shell out." Free stated.

"Well… a few pieces won't hurt anyone." She said.

Free took the bowl and poured it into 2 pans to put in the oven.

He gave them to Chrona to put into the oven.

"Wait! I wanted to add some color to it, geko!" she quickly grabbed the two cakes, "and no peeking, it's a surprise!"

The boys in the room looked at each other and shrugged. 'Women…'

--1hour later--

…

'What did she do to it?!' They all thought.

"Here, taste it!" She exclaimed.

Both Free and Chrona gaze at the green cake that she served with a ceremonious 'slop' sound as it hit the plate. It wasn't even a similar texture to a cake- it looked slimy and, dare they say it, 'Frog-like?!'. Figures.

She watched them, anticipating their bites.

1 second.

2 seconds.

The cake twitched. Both Chrona and Free looked at each other; both with equal expressions of fear.

3 seconds. 4 seconds.

They started to sweat.

5… BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Oh! I almost forgot geko!"

Eruka jumped up and went toward the kitchen.

They sighed in relief. Ragnarok sprung out. "Oh thank god! What did she do to it? That's no cake! It looks nauseating!"

Free's face looked sick.

"Oh you have no idea how it smells like- my werewolf senses are stronger than humans."

Chrona grimaced. If it smelled like death to him, he did not want to know how it smelled like for Free…

Chrona cautiously poked it with the end of his fork, and watched in amazement as it slowly sludged away.

"…"

"…"

"Did it just move?" Free asked.

"Y-yeah…"

They shuddered.

Eruka came back in, carrying the second cake. "There! The second cake is ready!"

Glancing around, she beamed, seeing that the two of them (or 3 counting Ragnarok) had eaten their piece of 'cake'.

"Oh good, you liked it then! Could you please try this one please? You too Chrona- you defiantly could use a little more weight." She lifted up two plates towards them, sporting a large smile accentuated by the swirly dots that she had on each side, and eyes shining bright, so much so that they could not refuse.

Let's just say that night they became best friends with the bathrooms on the third floor.

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Author's note:

Haha- poor Free and Chrona. I could not help but have fun in torturing them. =D Thank you Not Jack Frost for the idea!