LUCRETSIA!
Rating: K
Theme: Cute
Description: Yuya has made a very special meal for Kyo.
Determination
Yuya was liking the married life. Despite the fact that newly-weds were still on that "Oh my god, I'm in love!" high, she liked the feeling of having something she needed to do. For example; cleaning up around the house. For some reason, she just loved being able to do the whole My-husband-is-coming-home-soon-better-clean-house thing where she flitted around dusting things that have already been dusted.
She also enjoyed welcoming guests. That was always a fun thing to do, especially when your guests were as widely assorted and odd as the guests that usually came by their little home. Akari and Botenmaru usually left the house in shambles, though, so Yuya tried to keep them calm. It never worked, but you can't blame a housewife for trying.
One can't forget the… a-hem…
Privileges. That come along with being married either. With the ways that Kyo found to seduce her, it was only a matter of time before there was a Demon Jr. running around. As Akari delicately put it;
"You two go at it like a pair of rabbits on steroids."
Kyo had, of course, attempted to decapitate their house guest and, being a gracious hostess, Yuya opted to shoot at Akari until he/she was off of their property. Since then no one else had, wisely, dared chose to bring up Kyo's and her sex life as a topic of light conversation.
Yes, life was indeed good.
There was only one, seemingly simple, thing that Yuya couldn't do apparently. And that seemingly simple thing goes as follows;
Yuya couldn't cook.
She never really had to worry about it before. She would either buy something to eat or she could count on Kyo to use her money to buy something. Sure, the basics were easy as pie to her, but an actual meal? Not the easiest thing to make. She had tried a few simpler recipes and had forced her guinea pigs, Kyoshiro mostly, to test it. Judging by the slightly green tinge, the force swallows, the looks of absolute disgust, and sometimes the right out; "God, that sucks!" informed her that she had a long way to go.
A very long way.
She perfected porridge, so that was a good thing. Well, no one barfed and they ate all of it, so Yuya just took that as a good sign. She tried as hard as she could to be able to learn to cook well without Kyo knowing. If it even seemed like he was catching whiff of the fact that she was teaching herself to cook, she would try to find something to throw him off the trail.
You may be wondering; "Why would she try to hide it? It's just cooking, and everyone has to learn eventually." See, now, you're wondering that because you aren't married to Kyo. Kyo is a mastermind of mental manipulation. He finds things that you try to keep anonymous and makes them into a poster that he pastes outside. Even his own wife isn't safe from this wrath. If he had found out that she had a cooking handicap, she would never, and I mean never, hear the end of it.
Yuya had practiced and practiced for days, weeks, months, determined to get this down. She had finally, at long last, gotten down a recipe, and tonight, she would cook it. And Kyo would love it. Or else. Yuya jerked and brought a hand up to rub her eye that had twitched.
She hummed thoughtfully to herself as she mixed the food and absentmindedly added some seasoning. Yuya was struck with a sudden thought; What if Kyo never like the style of food she was making? That means that she had done all of that practicing only to have him not enjoy it anyway! Her mouth dropped open and she snapped it shut, realizing that the seasoning was still pouring into the pot and snatching it up, cupping the hand that wasn't holding it under the seasoning still dripping out and catching most of it.
Yuya stood there, pot in one hand, extra seasoning slowly leeching off her hand and dropping onto the floor while she deliberated whether she added too much or if it was fine and she was over reacting. She shook her head and mentally said; Nah, while putting down the seasoning and brushing the stuff in her hand into the pot. She finished up the rice while her main course was simmering.
She looked outside and tried to estimate the general amount of time that Kyo would be home. She nodded to herself while she set the table. She was placing down the chopsticks when the door slid open and a chill imbedded itself into the air.
Kyo was home.
Yuya couldn't stop the huge cat-like grin that wormed it's way onto her face as she spun around and welcomed Kyo home. He looked at her. That's it, just looked. Yuya snapped her hands onto her hips and cocked an eyebrow.
"You're not even going to say; 'I'm home.'?"
Kyo grunted and walked past her, taking his seat at the table. Yuya spun around excitedly and plopped down across from him, watching him expectantly. He looked at her in a way that clearly was asking if she lost her marbles while he snapped the chopsticks apart and ate some of the rice. Yuya jiggled her leg in anticipation.
Kyo picked up the meal she had slaved over.
He put some on his chopsticks…
He brought it to his mouth…
He took a bite!
He… his eyes watered? What…?
"Kyo? Are you okay?" Yuya asked, leaning over the table to get a better look at him. Kyo shook his head and swallowed.
"It's spicy. " He croaked in a very un-Kyo like voice. Yuya felt the bottom of her stomach drop out as she remember the incident with the seasoning.
It had been too much!
Oh, No!
Yuya bit her lips and walked over to pick up the food to get rid of it. Kyo jerked and looked up at her with a plainly surprised look. "What are you doing woman?"
"Getting rid of it. You don't like it so we shouldn't eat it." Yuya said, trying and failing to keep her voice from wavering. All of that work…
Kyo's large hand encircled her wrist and she stopped, refusing to look at him. He stepped closer, his front pressing into her back. Kyo bent down so that his lips were next to her ear. "I didn't say I didn't like it. Don't take my food away before I'm done eating it." He whispered.
Yuya felt her jaw drop and Kyo swooped his food back out of her hands and marched her back to the table where he sat her down and then walked over to his side where he sat down.
Yuya watched him eat the entire bowl of horribly spicy food.
Kyo was never going to eat anything of the spicy variety again.
Ever again.
The hardened warrior curled his fist into his kimono as his heartburn seemed to eat away at his chest…
The only thing that kept him silent was the slumbering woman next to him. Kyo muffled a grunt of pain with the back of his hand.
It was going to be a long night.
LUCRETSIA!(X2)
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