Theme: Fourteen - Red
Genre: Romance/Humor
Version: Animanga/AU
Rating: PG

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A Very Red Oopsie
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For a moment, Makoto firmly thought she was looking at a murder scene. Red and pink goop dripped from the ceiling and walls, oozed down the refrigerator door, and had even gotten as far as the rug by the front door before stopping short. Sitting slumped on the kitchen floor, in the middle of it all, was Ami. She bore a striking resemblance to a red gummy bear, and if Makoto hadn't been so concerned, she might have laughed.

"Ami-chan, what happened?" asked Makoto slowly, taking off her socks so she could wade into the worst of it. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," said Ami. A string of red goo slowly slid off her head and onto the ground.

Makoto flinched, finally taking in the full extent of the damage as she stepped into the kitchen. "What the hell?" she breathed, trying to pick some of the dried splatter off the clock above the oven.

"It's so bad!" was Ami's muffled response.

Carefully, Makoto lowered herself into the mess beside Ami. "Are you crying?" she asked, prying Ami's hand away from her face. The smaller girl sniveled and cast her head down. Big, salty tears plop-plopped onto Makoto's slime covered jeans. "Oh, Ami-chan," cooed Makoto. "It's not that bad! I mean, it's bad. We'll probably need to recruit everyone to help us clean it up, but it's not that bad!" Makoto had to choke back a giggle as Ami looked up at her. The only part of her face that wasn't stained red was her large, blue eyes that were filled with defeated tears. "You don't have to cry, silly!" said Makoto. "I'd just kind of like to, you know... hear what happened to my kitchen."

"I don't know," admitted Ami. She cast a look around. "I was following the recipe exactly as it was written and..."

Makoto shifted a little, slipping in the carnage. "What on earth were you trying to make!" she laughed.

"Strawberry cake," sniffed Ami.

"What?" Makoto tried not to seem too taken back. "Ami, are you sure?"

"Well, the cake part came out okay!" growled Ami defensively.

"This is just the icing?"

"I'm not good with the mixer!"

Makoto bit her bottom lip, but it didn't help much in holding back the hysterical laughter that worked its way up from her belly. Wallowing in her own creation, Ami glowered up at her.

"Okay, I'm sorry," giggled Makoto. "Just you look so funny, and you're so pathetically bad in the kitchen. I really have no idea how you did all this. If I didn't want to kill you for ruining my counter tops, it'd be impressive! I mean, this is Usagi worthy."

"Gee, thanks," Ami grumbled.

"Really, I should kill you for ruining my counter tops," said Makoto, suddenly sober.

Ami glared at her. "Go ahead," she replied. "I'm already dying from embarrassment."

"What do you have to be embarrassed about?" grinned Makoto. "You single handedly destroyed my kitchen!" A face full of red goo was Ami's reply. "Okay, Ami-chan, I'm sorry." As Makoto wiped off her face, another red ball hit heavily against the side of her head. "Har har. Okay, it's not funny now, Ami!" Ami paused as Makoto stared her down, glancing slightly to the next glob of goop she'd scraped into her hand. "Don't," Makoto commanded.

Splat. Ami watched smugly as Makoto cleared her eyes again. The green in them sparkled fiercely next to the red of the botched icing, and Ami had the sense to slide herself back a little from the brunette.

"Mako-chan..." trailed Ami.

"Oh, it's on now," Makoto growled, lunging.