Title: Dinner for Two

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji

Pairing: Soma/Agni

Prompt: Written in the Stars Challenge B6/Nov. Challenge Day #2: in deep mourning/ also added a bit of the fork dare

Words: 687

Rating: G

Warnings: none

Summary: Soma, while looking Agni, makes dinner …

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"Try to maintain your health," the advice his horoscope for the day gave him, turned out to be harder than expected for Soma. Spring time in London was just as wet and miserable and damp as the winter monsoons back home in India, and he would no sooner get over one cold, than he or Agni would be laid low by another one. He was as tired of sneezing and wiping his runny nose as Agni was, the two Bengalis taking turns nursing each other back to health. Being sick, meant Ciel and Miss Elizabeth rarely visited the townhouse and Soma found it boring without them.

The only bright spot in the whole miserable affair was that he was turning into a fairly decent cook, thanks to Agni being confined to bed. While he would never be as good as his beloved khansama, his curries were at least edible and he had the feeling that Mister Sebastian would compliment him, if he ever got the chance to sample them. Then again, just having Agni appreciate his efforts, were enough for the prince, who puttered around the kitchen in a frilly apron. Despite a sore head, he was determined to make dinner for the two of them and chicken and potatoes seemed like a good idea as it was simple enough. The raw chicken, as Soma cut it up in bite sized pieces, got more and more disgusting the longer he handled it. Plucking the stupid thing out back in the fine misty drizzle was bad enough, but this was making his stomach do flip-flops. He wondered how Agni did it without gagging. When the last bit was ready, he washed up and set to work peeling potatoes and chopping tomatoes.

It was not long, before Soma was enjoying a cup of tea while he made dinner, the fragrant spices finally penetrating his stuffy nose. The prince inhaled deeply, and closing his eyes, he imagined he was back in Bengal, waiting for Agni to serve him dinner. He sighed softly as he opened them, thinking no one back home would ever believe he was capable of making a cup of tea, let alone an edible meal. He chuckled ruefully as he stirred the rice, thinking how shocked Meena would be to see him like this, before realizing she would never have the chance. She and her husband had been murdered, while walking home from the curry competition, something that still troubled Soma a year later. He wondered if that was because by the time he had found out about it, it seemed rather silly to go into deep mourning over her loss or if he had already known deep in his heart that she was gone for good when she told him off and walked out of his life and back to her waiting English husband's side.

Setting his teacup down, Soma checked to see if their dinner was ready, which it was. Turning off the stove, he walked into the pantry and returned with two bowls and a couple of forks. Filling them up with rice and chicken, he put them on a tray and carried them upstairs to where Agni was dozing in bed.

"Dinner's ready, Agni," Soma said as he entered the room and set the try down on the table next to the room's reading chair.

"It is?" Agni said sleepily. "Thank you, my prince…" He sat up, leaning forward while Soma fluffed up the pillows behind him.

"Yeah… I made chicken and potatoes." Soma went to bring him a bowl of it. He handed it and a fork to his beloved khanasama.

"Thank you…" Agni took a deep breath. "It smells good… I think."

They chuckled as Soma sat down in the chair. Holding the bowl, and picking up his fork, he began to eat. "It's not as good as yours, but it'll do."

"Thank you, my prince, but it's nice and soft and very warm inside." Agni ate another bite. "I like it."

"Thanks, Agni…" They lapsed into silence, broken only by the sounds of the two of them enjoying their dinner…