Theme: Everyone?
Type: Fluffiness!
Dedicated to:
NamineNasha, Mizu-Chibi-Chan, DarkAngelPearl, and Ladey CheriLina.
I know. It's been forever by now.
I lost inspiration again, but this morning I decided to sit my butt down and write!
I lost my notebook that had all my MDR ideas in it.
I'll try to write some more, even if the chapters are shorter 'cuz of lack of inspiration.
It had been two days now and Itachi had, thankfully, gotten over the harsh flu. He still sneezed or coughed here and there, but it was better than being bent over the toilet half the day. Now all he had to do was get back to work and finish all the paperwork he had piling up on his desk. Perhaps he was better off with the flu.
As the man stumbled into the kitchen, he found Hikari standing in front of the stove with a cookbook in her right hand. 'Oh God…' He thought to himself. "What are you doing?"
"Cooking you breakfast." Her naivety was amazing.
"You can't cook." He corrected her as if she was a little kid. A kid that thought she could do something that was so out of her way, it was virtually impossible.
"I can too. I just never gave it thought." Her nose wrinkled up as she turned her attention back to the pot on the stove.
"Please, don't try. I don't want to end up with cancer from the smoke because you burnt it so badly." Itachi yanked the book away from her, snapping it shut. "Besides, I'm gonna grab something on the way to work."
Hikari sent him a defiant glare as he proceeded to snatch up his briefcase and toss the book to the side. "I'll be home later than usual. I have a lot to get caught up on."
Without another word, the man rushed out from the apartment.
11:45, and Hikari was standing patiently outside the Rakuten Boutique. An up class store that favored men over woman. Though they had some woman's garments in stock, everything was far too pricey for Hikari's tastes.
She was staring curiously in through the large display window in the front of the door. Her eyes were scanning the perimeter for a familiar figure. It took her a few minutes, but she found him.
A tall, lean, mocha skinned man with slicked back midnight hair. He was hanging up some expensive looking dress shirts on the racks. The man was dressed in black slacks and a tight fitting black tee-shirt. Around his shoulders was a white sweater, tied at the front of his neck.
Hikari waited; rocking back and forth on the heels of her boots. Soon enough, she became desperate to get his attention. Jumping up and down, she waved her arms everywhere way. Onlookers chuckled or turned their heads in embarrassment.
Finally, Hikari was rewarded with his attention.
From the other side of the window she could see him squealing. The young man rushed out of the store and bounded over to her. "Oh my God! Hika-chan!"
"Ko-chan!" She squealed back.
She placed her hands out, palms facing up. He placed his on top of hers. With that they both jumped up and down, squealing their heads off. "It's been forever!"
"How are you?" He asked, excitement in his wild ice eyes. "How's that prude of a boyfriend of yours?"
"I'm doing great! What about you? Speaking of that prude, I have a favor to ask." She grinned, still jumping.
"I'm absolutely fabulous! Shikamaru and I broke up, but that means I'm back on the market! Oh, yeah? What's the favor, baby?" He returned the large grin.
Hikari finally stopped bouncing, trying to tone her enthusiasm down a bit.
"He made fun of my cooking skills."
"Hunny, you can't cook."
"That's why I need you Mr. Culinary Man." She smiled.
"Oh boy. This is gonna take some time."
They let their hands drop away from each other.
"I need to learn by sundown." A frown tipped across her lips.
"We'll need a miracle." He crossed his arms over his chest, nodding very slowly.
"Please…?" Hikari pleaded with her signature pout.
"Alright! Lets get to work then!" He grabbed her hand, pulling her along. "Oh, wait a moment."
With that, he pushed open the door to the store and hollered inside. "I'm taking my lunch break! I'll be back tomorrow!"
"What?! That's not a lunch break! Get back here, Koharu!" His boss screamed. Though Koharu acted as if he hadn't heard as he yanked Hikari along.
"I can't do this!" Hikari wailed, laying her head on the kitchen counter. "I agree!" Koharu whined, slapping his hand against his forehead.
"There's no hope for me, Ko-chan." She sniffled, burying her powder covered face in her arms.
Koharu leaned his back against the counter, hand pressed to his forehead as he tried to think of a solution for his hopeless friend. A bright light went off in his mind. "I've got it! We'll fake it!"
"Fake it?" She looked up.
"Fake it like a girl fakes an orgasm." A cheesy grin spread across Koharu's face.
Hikari gave him a look that was a mix between puzzlement and irritableness. "What are you talking about now?"
"I used to date a guy down at that fancy Italian restaurant." Koharu explained as he looked through the numbers on his phone. "With a little sweet talking, I can get him to whip up an expensive little dinner and have it delivered here in no time."
"Itachi's not that stupid." She sighed in dismay.
"He's not that smart either." Koharu refuted.
By the time Itachi got home, Hikari had set up the fake scene nicely. Scented candles, soft classical music, and the perfectly prepared dinner.
"Smells nice in here." Itachi commented as he tossed his bag on the couch. "What restaurant?"
"None. Made it all by myself." Hikari gave a confident smirk.
"Oh really?" He quirked a brow.
"Yup. Sit, sit." She motioned to the chair across from her. He took it, looking over the plate in front of him. "So what's it called?"
"Huh?" She blinked, almost seemingly bewildered by his simple question.
"The name of the recipe. What is it?" He folded his arms on the table, leaning forward slightly.
"Oh… You know… Italian… something…" She muttered, her voice barely audible.
Itachi didn't say anything, instead he popped a piece of meat into his mouth. A slick smile slithered onto his lips. "Buca di Beppo." He purred.
Her face almost went white. "What?"
"Chef Alessandro prepared this meal, my dear." Itachi had sawn right through the horrible liar across the table. She laughed nervously, "Really?"
"I went to Buca di Beppo two weeks ago with a client." He slid another piece into his mouth. "Got to know the Chef quite well. He's a nice guy."
Hikari sat in silence, pushing the meat and vegetables around on her plate.
"At least you tried." He gave her a reassuring smile.
She ignored it.
He pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. Briskly, he walked to her side of the table and placed his hand on the top of her head. His slender fingers tangled in her messy locks. "Thank you, dear." He mumbled as he kissed the top of her head.
Her heart skipped a beat as a small smile dipped onto her lips. "You're welcome."