Disclaimer: Never will I say I own Sonic the Hedgehog, because furious fangirls would come racing to my door and demand that I change the plot or make a game the way they want me to. Seriously, you don't want to face the fangirls man.
He was slowly going mad.
That was the one thing Sonic could accept as fact after a full week of the oddest things happening in his house. He'd come home to find the house smelling like someone had been cooking, but find no evidence of anyone having done so, and then twice he'd found the shower and towel still wet as if someone had just minutes before gotten out of it. One other time he could have sworn several books he had on a bookshelf (Tails idea, he never really touched the books) had been put out of order. Little things like that made him seriously wonder if his house had become haunted.
Now there was this. This was him waking up on the seventh day of the haunting of his house to a smell of something either burning or cooking.
He fought with the blankets wrapped tightly around him on his bed, which all seemed intent upon keeping him trapped within them, and yelped when his tossing and turning sent him falling to the floor, blankets coming down with him and entrapping him further.
When he finally got out of the blankets' grasp, he had to stumble through the darkness of his room – It's not even dawn yet! He though in annoyance- to make it to the door, where he fumbled with the doorknob, his just-woken mind trying to remember how to open it.
Once he finally realized he had to turn the knob to open the door, he threw it open and stumbled out into the hallway, shaking his head violently to dislodge the sleep out of his fuzzy brain. Now feeling much more awake, he raced down the hallway, down the stairs (Nearly slipping and rolling down them), and into the kitchen- where he promptly froze as his mind was unable to comprehend what it was seeing.
This was just not possible. It went against everything he knew, against the very laws of nature itself. Seeing this made him sure that Chaos itself was going to come crashing through the wall and offer him all the riches in the world as well as announce it wanted eternal peace for all living things. This just didn't happen.
Then his mind began to focus on the scene in front of him seriously, where it squealed a definitely unmanly "Cute" loudly. His jaw not only hit the floor, but it also crashed into it with such force it must surely have gone all the way into the basement.
Most definitely someone had been cooking in his kitchen, and he felt extremely retarded for not having realized who had been skulking around his house the past week and messing with a few things here and there, for here was the criminal in all his… cute… glory.
Sticky syrup stuck to inky black fur, and black-and-red paws tried to swipe the sticky stuff out of said fur, while the owner of both the fur and paws glared balefully at the blue hedgehog in the doorway who was so obviously torn between continuing to gape at him and just bursting out laughing at the hilarity of the scene.
A small, pink tongue slipped out of the sticky one's mouth to lick at the side of a black-furred mouth in a futile attempt to lick off the syrup stuck there, and tan cheeks went bright red at the action.
In an attempt to get his face color back to normal, Sonic managed to choke out, "S-so… you uh… like pancakes huh?" between stifled laughter. He just couldn't help himself, it was too much to handle all at once, and the hilarity of it all hit him first.
The glare now became full-out murderous as the coal hedgehog sitting at the kitchen table roughly shoved the now-empty plate away from himself. One black-furred ear tried to twitch angrily, but failed pathetically as the sticky syrup stuck to the fur on it prevented it from even moving.
Even with the murderous glare, it was certainly hard to deny that the biohog, who was covered in pancake syrup from obvious messy eating, was cute. As strange as it was to think that, Sonic knew it was the truth the moment his mind thought it.
"One more word, hedgehog," Shadow snarled, deep voice promising a near-future homicide if the blue hero refused to shut up in the next two seconds.
Deciding not to dig his grave any further, even though this was such good blackmail material, Sonic held up his hands in a movement of surrender. "My lips are sealed!" he announced, pretending to be completely grave and serious for once.
Shadow's fiery eyes observed him for several minutes, studying whether or not he would speak again even after he had ordered him not to, before just the barest of nods came from him and he pushed his chair back in order to get up. Then he proceeded to pick up the messy plate and silverware, padded over to the sink (Sonic absently realized he had no shoes or gloves on, and the blush he had fought back came back with a vengeance as he realized the black one was now completely naked) and started washing them.
Surprised to think that the other that the other knew how to wash dishes properly without breaking them or getting fed up with them and just smashing them to be done with it, Sonic sped over to his side to see if he was doing it right. He hadn't realized he would have to scoot extremely close to the randomly violent hog until he heard the growling and felt the bristling fur on the other's arm brushing against his.
A squeak announced Sonic's startlement as he jumped a few feet to the side, furiously apologizing in order to not be punched over invading the biohog's personal space so suddenly and closely while he looked into Shadow's now-annoyed eyes.
Content that the blue one knew not to come so close and invade his personal space, Shadow let his eyes return to the task at hand, and within a minute he had the dishes and silverware washed, dried, and put up within the right places in the cabinets.
Trying to not gain the other's ire again and potentially get his lights knocked out, Sonic kept his eyes from slipping to the patches of sticky fur on the other. He also furiously had to restrain himself from wondering if Shadow now tasted like sweet syrup. Because he seriously didn't want to find out, not in the least.
"Well um…" he started; catching Shadow's attention like a fish to a squirming worm, "if you wanted food you could've waited and we coulda…" he trailed off under Shadow's look.
"And we could have?" Shadow pressed him, eyes narrowing slowly while he crossed his arms. Keeping Sonic out, warning him that he wasn't going to be nice and friendly now.
"Well… y'know… eat together…?" he offered timidly before gaining courage. "We're living together now so we should do things together, right bud?"
A death glare was the only thing he got for his efforts, that and a quick, forceful shove to move him out of the annoyed hedgehog's way so Shadow could go past him to the door, where he stilled for just a second to offer parting words.
"We're not friends, so don't go acting like it. I don't want to be buddy-buddy with you, and I'm only staying here because I don't particularly care where I stay. Get used to me giving you the cold shoulder, because it's all I'm going to give you," he said icily, and then he was gone, down the hallway and up the stairs.
Sonic sighed and stared at the floor, believing Shadow had left because he'd made him mad. His ears drooped until they pricked up at the sound of the shower upstairs starting to run. So Shadow hadn't left, just gone to get the syrup out of his fur…
"You'll kiss me but you won't be friends with me…?" Sonic incredulously mumbled to himself, frowning as he clenched his fists and bounced back from his momentary depression. "You are one weird hedgehog… but even you can't resist my charms for too long!"
Looking around the now-dark kitchen, Sonic remembered just how early it was, and so he trudged out of the kitchen, up the stairs and halfway down the hall before he paused to stare at the bathroom door, where he could more clearly hear the shower running.
Blinking slowly, he tore his gaze from it and continued to his room, shutting the door behind him- and froze. His bed was made, blankets having been picked off the floor and put neatly back onto it, but that wasn't what fully caught his attention. What truly had his attention now was the blue glow of a Chaos Emerald resting no top of the blankets.