Title: Pie Tin

Inspiration: Well I wrote this when I was still in school. There was a dirty pie tin in the library and the line popped in my head 'The first time I ever saw you you were holding a pie tin' and it grew from there. It, of course, was written in spare moments throughout the rest of the school day.

Summary: Jou wants a pie, Yuugi is hopless, and Atemu just thinks Yuugi is cute. What better way to impress a guy than to help him make a pie? ... Don't answer that.

Pairings: AtemuxYuugi

Help me with: Nothing I can particularly think of for this one. Just the basics.

The first time I ever saw you you were holding a pie tin. Standing in the store aisle and inspecting that pie tin as if it could singularly save the world. You looked so totally out of place there, punk clothing in the middle of the cooking aisle and a clueless look on your face that I couldn't help but walk over.

You looked up when I got close to you, your blue eyes shining almost purple in the overhead lights.

"Hi." You had turned back to the pie tin but glanced back up when I spoke.

"Hello."

"I'm Atemu." I said before you could look back down.

You nodded slowly. "Yuugi."

Neither of us said a word for a moment, your gaze flickering from me to the pie tin in your hands before firmly settling on the tin. From this close up you looked like you were seriously waiting for it to jump at you.

"You know that's not alive, right?"

You were frustrated when you looked up. "Of course it's not!"

"Then why do you look like you think it's going to eat you?"

You just groaned. "I promised my friend I'd make him a pie, only I don't know how and I certainly don't know why there are so many choices for stupid pie tins!" You waved your arms around wildly and I took a step back before you accidentally hit me.

You realized what you were doing a moment later and groaned, smacking yourself in the forehead with the tin. "I'm hopeless."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Have you considered a premade pie?"

You sighed. "I did that last time, now he specifically said homemade."

"Okay then." I grabbed the tin from your hands and replaced it with a normal silver one. You stared at me in question and I grinned. "When in doubt, always go for the classic, almost never fails."

You nodded slowly and I grabbed your hand, ignoring the blush on your face and dragging you off down the aisle. "What kind of pie?"

This seemed to be the wrong question to ask you. "I don't know!" You were practically hysterical now. "I haven't allowed myself to so much as think about that!"

"Okay, okay." I tried to calm you down. "What kind of pie does he like?"

"Umm… I think Jou likes… Apple?"

I ignored the question mark on the end. "Apple it is. Now," I turned around so I was walking backwards and could look at you. "Do you have the basics? Sugar, cinnamon, flour?"

You nodded slowly. "I have sugar, I don't know about anything else."

"Mmkay." I turned to look forward just in time to turn and drag you down another aisle. "We'll pick it all up just to be safe then."

"Thank you."

I grabbed a container or nutmeg off the shelf, turning around and tossing it to you. "No problem." The nutmeg was followed by cinnamon and brown sugar. I grabbed a bag of flour off the shelf.

Passing by the dairy section I tossed you a stick of butter before turning towards the fruits and vegetables. You looked down at the pile of stuff in your arms, staring almost suspiciously at the nutmeg. I saw you mouth the name as if it were a foreign word and had to stop myself from laughing. "We really need all this?" You finally asked.

I liked that you said we. "Yep." I picked out a few apples and put them in a bag.

"Huh." You sounded surprised, still staring at the nutmeg.

I couldn't help but laugh this time. "You don't cook, do you?"

You smiled at me sheepishly. "I grew up on precooked meals and fast-food. I decided once in high school I was going to learn to cook, it… didn't work out." You shrugged. "Anzu used to get frustrated at me because of it and for about a week after that she'd be over cooking for us. She's in New York now though or I'd just ask her."

I laughed again. "Well, you're in luck because I can cook, some." I amended. I walked to the checkout with you, still carrying the flour and apples and explained the basic directions. At the end you were still giving me a blank look. I sighed. "You still don't get it, do you?"

You shook your head, looking slightly embarrassed. "Nope."

I couldn't bring myself to be frustrated with you. "Do you want me to help?"

"What?"

We moved forward in line and dumped the ingredients onto the counter. I rolled my eyes and turned back to you. "With the pie, you need help with the pie. Or do you want to mutilate the poor thing?"

"Jou?"

"Well, I was talking about the pie, but him too."

You laughed. "You'd help me?"

I shrugged as if I didn't really care either way. "Well, you obviously can't do it yourself."

You shrugged, rubbing the back of your head with your left hand. "True true."

Jou loved the pie.

I cooked for you and your grandpa for a week after that. By the end of the week the old man had me calling him grandpa.

The next night you and I went out to eat.

It was our first date, though Jou claims I was totally hitting on you with the pie thing. No one ever listens to Jou though, even if he is right.

[A/N] So yes, please review.