Cooking Up Some Fate-cakes!
Saturday Morning - October 15
Knock, knock, knock. Cu moaned as he lied in bed, hair in a messy heap and head hurting like hell. He groaned in pain, opening his eyes into a squint. "Ugh, I feel like shit. Fuck, how much did I drink last night? I haven't felt this bad since three months ago when Archer and I went to that strip club." Resting his forehead in his hand, he shook himself a bit to help him wake up. Knock, knock, knock.
"Who the hell is here, and why hasn't Diarmuid opened the door for them yet?" Cu Chulainn finally stood up, putting some black, leather pants on (not really caring if anyone saw him shirtless). Walking out of his room, he noticed the note that explained why Dia hadn't opened the door. Cu, went out for breakfast with Arturia. Be back later~! Love ya, bro! "Come on, at least bring me back some damn pancakes if you're already going out for breakfast."
Descending the stairs from the loft, he made his way toward the door to the hallway. Finally opening it, it revealed the face of the one and only Jeanne, smiling happily with a slight blush on her face. Her hair was put into its usual braid, complementing the collared tank she wore along with a purple tie and purple shorts (for it was a rather warm, autumn day). The "hound" had to admit that the outfit suited her figure insanely well, but he decided to keep quiet on that. "Oh, hey, Jeanne. Dia and Artie aren't here right now. They're out eating breakfast somewhere." At this, the Frenchwoman giggled lightly, music to Cu's ears.
"Hehe, I know. Dia came over to our apartment this morning and told me that you would be home by yourself all day, so I thought that it would be nice if we could hang out today since the lovebirds are being a bit selfish and only hanging out with each other. Well, only if you would like to that is. I mean, I can just go home if you want me-"
"No, no, you're totally fine, Jeanne. Come on in. Did you have breakfast yet?" Jeanne gave a wide grin and a "thank you" before sitting at the bar with a shake of her head. Cu Chulainn smiled before taking some pans out of their storage space. "Well then, I guess I'll have to make us something. Do you like pancakes? Because, I mean, I don't know about you, but I love me some good pancakes," She laughed.
"I love pancakes! Who doesn't love pancakes?"
"Inhumane monsters, who wouldn't love the fluffy goodness that is a pancake? And along with some maple syrup, ugh, I don't want to hang out with whoever doesn't like that." Jeanne chuckled at Cu's silliness. "Hey, it's true. Anyway~, what kind of pancakes do you like? I can make apple pancakes, blueberry pancakes, chocolate chip pancakes. I can make whatever you want."
"Hehe well, my womanhood is telling me to pick the chocolate chip pancakes," she laughed, earning a "wonderful choice" from the singer. She could only watch as he grabbed out everything he needed: pans, spatulas, ingredients. She never would have imagined that she would ever meet Cu Chulainn, let alone be at his house while he made breakfast for the two of them.
"Making, making pancakes~," he hummed as he mixed everything up after heating up the stove. "Making pancakes for my sweet, little cake and me~." Jeanne chuckled.
"Is that going to be your next hit, new single, Cu?" A wide grin came upon his handsome features before it turned to an ornery expression. The French female could only wonder what was going through his mind at the time. What was he thinking?
He leaned closer to her, faces inches apart. Her face was beet red, like a volcano of color had erupted across her face. He whispered softly, "I don't know, my little cake. Would you like me to write you a song?" He studied her cheeks, red as they could possibly be. "You're rather adorable, you know that, little cake?" And within a second, a pancake-batter covered finger rubbed against her nose, leaving a streak of it on her face.
"Ah! Cu, you meany!" Jeanne exclaimed as she burst out laughing. "I'll get you back for that!" He snickered, opening the chocolate chips and pouring them in the batter. He turned around, not noticing his guest getting down from her seat and sneakily slipping her own finger into the batter. Before the hound had realized what was happening, a hand rubbed against his cheek. "Haha, I told you I would get you back."
Suddenly, he had his arms wrapped around her waist, an amused expression could be seen across his face. "Hey, I never said that I wouldn't fix it." Jeanne gave a confused glance before the man unexpectedly had his lips on her nose, getting the batter off of it. Letting her go, he exclaimed, "Mm, I love pancake batter~!" He rubbed off the batter on his face, licking his fingers after he did so. "You're cute, little cake."
She was frozen where she stood for a long moment before she finally shook herself out of her daze, determined to get him back. She looked at him, his back turned to her as he poured the batter into the pans. An idea popped in her head. It was his turn to blush.
Embracing him from behind, Jeanne leaned her forehead into his toned and muscular back. I knew he was muscular, but I never knew he was this muscular! "Just to let you know, I would very much enjoy if you were to write a song for me. Maybe it would help you with getting over the writer's block that you were telling me about last Sunday." She felt his toned torso tense up, making her giggle.
G-goddamn! Why does she have to be so damn cute? He tried sounding as though everything was normal (which everything was certainly not normal, speaking that the woman he liked now had him in a backwards hug). "Ha, maybe. Maybe I'll even sing it at my next concert just for you - make you get up on stage in front of everyone, too."
"Sorry, sweetie. I don't have enough money for a ticket to one of your concerts. Trust me, if I did Arturia and I would have already had the experience. But I mean, that's how you make your money, right? You earn it off of all the profits from the concerts and tours and stuff like that?" Cu turned around wrapping his arm around her waist once more, almost as if the two of them were dancing.
"I don't really like talking about money - too much capitalism. Anyway~, I can get you and Arturia some front row seats if you really want. I get twenty free for friends and family, but I never really use them. So~, I can give you two some tickets for you and all of your friends." Jeanne's expression went from embarrassed to ecstatic within a second.
"Oh my gosh, really?! You would do that for us?!" Cu laughed and nodded. Suddenly, he twirled her around (actually dancing this time) and catching her into a pose that seemed like one of those salsa dancing poses when the guy has the rose in his mouth. "C-Cu?"
His breath drew closer to her ear. She could feel it against her cheek. What he said was barely a whisper, but she could still hear it. "I will, but only if you agree to go out on a date with me. The restaurant will be your choice. We can even go to that new French restaurant on the outskirts of the city if you so desire. I have heard a lot of wonderful things about it. And knowing that you're from France, it might make you feel a little more at home, even though you would be with someone you have only known for barely a week. Although in all honesty, it feels like we've been friends for years. But once again, it would be your call."
He twirled her and wrapped her in his arms once more. The two of them laughed before their eyes met in a silent moment and they just stood there, simply staring into each other. Their lips suddenly grew closer and closer and closer - inches, centimeters, millimeters apart. Jeanne's placed her hands on the back of his neck.
They could feel each others breaths upon their lips they were so close. They could feel each others hearts beating fast against them. They could finally feel their lips barely touch before they colli- "We're back~!" Bam! Well, that moment was over.
"Fuck! Sorry, Jeanne!" Cu exclaimed apologetically for losing his balance and falling on top of her. She forgave him before the two realized that they were not the only ones inside the apartment now. They looked towards the intruders – Diarmuid and Arturia, whose eyes were as wide as they could possibly be.
Arturia giggled, getting closer to Diarmuid to whisper in his ear. "I think we just interrupted the author's dirty thoughts." The Irishman laughed.
"What the hell just happened, or should I ask what the hell was going to happen?" Jeanne and Cu stood straight with a blush upon both of their faces.
"N-nothing, it's none of your – is that a hickey?" It seemed the hound's attention to what had just happened was short lived, for he caught sight of a bright red bruise on his little brother's neck. The Frenchwoman beside him also could see quite a few similar marks upon her best friend's body. "I thought you two went to go get breakfast, not to a sex club."
The couple immediately grew red, their hands covering the marks. "If it's none of our business of what you were doing then why is it any of your business of what we were doing?" Diarmuid questioned. Everything grew silent for a moment before he spoke once more. "We even?"
"Not even close, sweetie," Jeanne spoke up. "I want a story. We were simply dancing." - which was true, she was only leaving out one thing. She watched as her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend glanced at each other in embarrassment. All was quiet until the pair broke out in a run and left the apartment, leaving Jeanne and Cu in complete and utter amusement. They couldn't help but laugh until they were both out of breath.
"W-well, when do you want to go out on our date, and where do you want to go out on our date?" the singer questioned when they were both done laughing at what had just happened. Jeanne's purple eyes went up as she thought. Finally, she looked into his eyes once more.
"Well, I can get off early on Friday so we can go to that new French restaurant if that sounds good to you. I know they're only open on week days. I'm also free all of Saturday if you want to do something then too." She saw her crush give her a warm smile with a nod.
"Cool, I can pick you up around 5 if that's fine with you."
"Sounds great. I can't wait." The male and female gazed into each others eyes before the woman giggled. "So, you wanna keep on making pancakes?"
Cu chuckled. "Hell, yeah, little cake! Let's just try not to waste too much of the batter." He once again rubbed some on her nose after scooping up a fingertip full. "But a little is fine." Jeannette laughed happily before wiping some batter on his face as well, earning yet another chuckle from the man. How cute, he couldn't help but think.
Diarmuid and Arturia rode the elevator down to the lobby. Well, it looked like they were going to spend the entire day together, but they looked forward to this sudden change of plans. Their eyes met, a spark igniting, before the both of them jumped from the sudden ding of the elevator and opening doors. They hoped that nobody would come on for the rest of the way down.
Unfortunately, that wish was cut rather short, however, for there was already a passenger (two actually) boarding the lift. "Oh, hey, Dia!" the orange-haired male that had just walked on exclaimed happily. He wore a wide smile, his friendly personality obvious to every person who met him. "Oh, I see you have a lady-friend here. What's her name? How old is she? Is she being good to you? She better be or else I'm going to have to have a little chat with her." The teenager beside him shook her head.
Diarmuid grinned back, eyeing the beautiful female beside him who was blushing beet red. "Hello, Ottoman; hello, Felicity," the Irishman greeted to the two simply. Felicity gave a small wave and smile. "And to answer your question, this is Arturia. Arturia, this is Ottoman, and this is Felicity." With that, the blonde shook both of their hands. "So, where are you two off to?"
"We're going to the movies – gonna have some popcorn, some overly-expensive candy, some pop – and then we're going to hit some pubs," Ottoman exclaimed cheerily, earning an eye-roll from Felicity.
"Mom wanted me out of the house, and Zeon and Chilla wanted a bit of alone time. So, here we are," she explained, earning a nod from Dia. "I knew that if I didn't make that clear that you would say something about us dating, which we aren't."
"Haha, and how do you know that I would say something of the such?"
"Because there are certain characteristics that you share with your ornery-ass brother, and teasing is definitely one of those characteristics," she laughed with a shake of her head. "How many damn times do I have to explain that to you?"
"I was just wondering for clarification, but that doesn't mean I still don't think that you two are dating in secret," Dia told her.
"How can we date if he's gay?"
"Hey! I didn't do anything!"
"Except like men."
"I don't like men!" Arturia glanced up at Diarmuid who was now laughing. She had to admit that the two did act like a married couple. "Anyway," Ottoman stated, obviously annoyed with Felicity's comment. "What are you two planning on doing?"
The couple glanced at each other before replying. "We don't really know yet. We didn't really plan on spending the entire day together, maybe just walk around the city."
"Bullshit, why are you still hanging out if you weren't planning on spending all day with each other?" Felicity questioned. The two rubbed the back of their heads.
"Haha well, it's a funny story actually." The elevator dinged once more, causing the passengers to look up at which floor they were on. To Diarmuid's and Arturia's relief, they had reached their destination. "Haha, maybe I can tell you another time. For now though, we must bid you both adieu." And with that, the couple exited elevator. "Thank god Felicity can drive. Otherwise, they would have followed us." Arturia giggled.
"Those two sure are something."
"Yeah, I know. They are always arguing like that," Dia nodded, opening the door of the apartment building for his girlfriend. "Milady," he bowed, earning a chuckle from his "little king", as he called her.
"You're such a dork, but thank you. If I was wearing a skirt or dress, I would curtsy," she winked. "Hm, do you know what sounds fun?"
"What sounds like fun, babe?"
"The zoo and aquarium."
"You mean the new one?"
"Yeah." Diarmuid smiled as he allowed the woman to grab his arm.
"You're right. It's not far from here. Do you want to go? I hear there's a really good restaurant there too." He looked down to see his girlfriend nodding her head happily. He laughed. "Well then, let's go," he said before earning a little kiss on the cheek from her.
"You're so good to me," Artie hummed before giving him a peck on the lips.