Cookbook by Vermillion

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Here is Chapter 2~ Actually the idea started with only Egoist but then what the heck, I wanted to try writing about the other pairings as well XP The thought of this fanfiction cost me a sleepless night with no laptop in sight T_T

Enjoy! ^o^

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Chapter 2 : Junjou Egoist

Hiroki carefully places a pan on the stove. It's Nowaki's favorite frying pan, he always brags over and over again on how he got such an expensive pan at such a cheap price. Hiroki thinks he got it cheap because the girl at the cashier was so busy ogling at him and his heart-melting smile that she punched in the price wrongly.

Did he just say heart-melting?

Hiroki growled under his breath at that thought.

He pours a little oil into the pan and watches it start to simmer. He had always wanted to surprise Nowaki with breakfast in bed since forever but never got the chance. He was always dead asleep once his head touched the pillow or 'distracted' by Nowaki by bed time and was too tired to get up in the morning.

He cracked an egg into the pan. A perfect sunny side up landed right in the middle of the pan. Hiroki smirked. "If only Nowaki was awake to see this!" he thought. Nowaki was always the cooking one. Hiroki neither had the time nor the skill when it came to cooking, less crack a perfect egg. But hey, he could fry an egg and make some toast right? It seemed easy enough.

Right?

Just as that thought flowed out of his mind, he looked down at his sunny side up. It still looked pretty and round but it was starting to crisp on the sides.

Really crispy crisped.

Hiroki used the spatula and tried to move the egg to find it stuck to the pan. "Damn Nowaki, he said this was a non stick pan. This egg is STICKING to the DAMN pan now isn't it???" he muttered in panic. He tried to scrape the egg off the pan but to no avail. He proceeded to move the pan to the sink and allowed a stream of water to flow over it.

"POOF!"

A burst of steam flew straight into his face. He flinched as hot air made contact with his skin, letting go of the pan and stepping backwards in shock. He watched as the steam hit the ceiling to join a grey cloud of smoke.

"SMOKE?"

He turned behind to see the stove still on and the fire on full blast and a bottle oil spilt over the stove. He must have knocked it over when he tried to save the pan. Another rage of panic ensued and he started looking around for something to put out the flame with.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" he muttered.

Wait, does he even believe in god? Hiroki shook his head. This is not the time to be thinking of gods! The kitchen is on FIRE damn it! If the smoke detector outside detected any smoke, it would go off and the neighbors would be really mad. (That's if they weren't already really mad over the noise caused by their merry lovemaking from the night before… then they would be really! REALLY! mad)

On cue, a sleepy Nowaki walks out of the bedroom to a disastrous kitchen. Hiroki was now beyond panic and going round in circles flailing.

Nowaki allowed himself to stare for 2 seconds before rushing over, pushing Hiroki aside before grabbing a few sheets of cloth, drenching them in water. (Was that a burned egg he just saw in the sink?) And throwing them over the flame. He then switched off the gas stove.

Hiroki had now fallen on his butt. His mind started to wander again. Damn it! He knew this was a bad idea. And look at what happened. He was just trying to fry a damn egg! And even that turned out disastrous. He sighed disappointedly at himself. So much for breakfast in bed…

Unaware to him, Nowaki had now controlled the fire and was now squatting in front of him calling out to him. "Hiro-san…? Hiro-san?" Nowaki muttered, clearly concerned at the state of dazethat his lover was in.

Hiroki blinked back to reality to see Nowaki's face inches away from his. Out of reflex and shock, he slid backwards on his butt and crashed into the kitchen counter. Skull came to contact with wood and Hiroki gave out a painful yelp.

Nowaki gave out a chuckle and moved forward to his clumsy lover. "Hiro-san, what were you trying to do?" he asked, now that he had his attention.

"I…" Hiroki trailed his sentence off with a slight pout and looked away. "Hiro-san… were you trying to make me breakfast?" asked Nowaki in his usual sing-song voice. Hiroki turned a slight shade of crimson and still refused to look at Nowaki.

Nowaki smiled. He glomped Hiroki and start rubbing his cheek against his muttering "Wahhhhhh~ Hiro-san, I'm so happy!!!! You tried to make me breakfast~~~~" dragging every word even longer than usual. His head was in the clouds while Hiroki started struggling from his grip.

"Who would…? Why would…? Nowaki!!!" his words unfinished as he allowed himself to be dragged around by Nowaki who was in a love struck school girl stupor. It was about a minute or so before Nowaki stopped and Hiroki had been dragged across the floor clean.

Hiroki fell in a heap and groaned. Nowaki sat cross-legged in front of him, eyes still shining with happiness and asked "Hiro-san! Hiro-san!" as Hiroki struggled to get up. He then paused and asked "Why don't I get you a cookbook?" Hiroki's eyes grew as large as saucers at his lover and shouted a big "NO WAY!!!" clambering to his feet and stomping towards the front door. Nowaki followed suit and kept chattering "But Hiro-san… you tried to cook an egg and nearly burned down the kitchen… and…"

Hiroki closed the door with a loud bang while Nowaki was still inside. He leaned against the door and sighed. Nowaki leaned his forehead against the door and sighed.

A smile was still plastered on his face.

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Apologies for the capslock, bold words, I found it necessary to show Hiroki's sense of panic XP Hope this is better than the Romantica version, Egoist is my favorite couple after all... XP *eyes the pretty review button*