Price Tag
"I didn't card you as the sweet type."
I poured batter into the skillet, grinding my teeth together, and drizzled some delicious ingredient from my tightly clenched fist into the pan.
"Oh? Care to explain? Maybe it's cause I tried to attack you when you proposed to my sister?"
My snark went ignored as he closed his eyes, inhaling the aroma. "I was just talking about the pancakes, but that about sums it up. Chocolate chip?"
Something akin to 'humiliation' tinted my skin with red. "Yes." I spat, not knowing why I was so angry. People get married all the time-sometimes to cheaters. It wasn't my place to be mad with them, so why now of all times?
Of course, I knew the real reason but I was loathe to admit why.
An uncomfortable silence (on my part) ensued, and I flipped over the half developed pancake thoughtfully.
"So do you usually sleep into The Royal Family?"
The accusation was replied with a spit of coffee and choked hacks. "Pardon me?"
"You heard me." I trained my eyes on the kitchen clock, my resolve would break if I made eye contact.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop at the change in atmosphere. Metaphorically speaking of course.
"I see what you're doing."
Funny, because I had no idea what even I was doing.
"Your jealous."
Yes. "No." I delivered coldly, fist tightening around the spatula. The pancakes were going to burn.
"Really? I will agree that your worries are not unfounded, but this behaviour borders more on envy than on brotherly protection."
"Oh?" I flipped the skillet with more force than necessary, and got some hot butter in the eye. I had the good nature not to scream, flinch, or back away. Not like I could scream anyway, that was a girly thing to do. But I really wished at that moment I had.
"Let-"
"Oh?" he mocked in a horrible imitation of my voice and I outright thrashed. "Please refrain from touching me Kururugi!" He seemed surprised for a moment in the way his hands stilled on me, but I payed it no mind.
"How do you know my last name? I never-"
"Master Lelouch?"
Oh god. This was shaping up to be one of the worst days of my life.
"I smelled smoke! What-" she regarded Suzaku with blank eyes, unable to process the sight before her.
"Suzaku-sama could you unhand my master?"
She was livid, Anyone could tell. With the exception of Suzaku of course. The idiot.
He tightened his grip around me in that awkward spooning position. This was not happening. I was not being cuddled from behind by my sister's fiancée while receiving the glare of death from Sayako, while probably threatening to castrate him in Japanese. But hell, I was enjoying the attention.
"No pizza?" C.C strode into the room, mindless of the situation.
'For the last time C.C, Pizza Hut doesn't open until lunch. Not that I approve of your diet." If Suzaku had noticed the new addition to the conversation, he was obviously too distracted by his glaring competition with Sayako. She combed her fingers through her green mane and stuck her tongue out. "The alarms are going to go off if you don't put it out."
How a small scale kitchen fire went unnoticed by three adults in the same room was really a wonder to the girl as she patted it down with a nearby linen, paying no heed to my miserable state,