Happy New Year's Day! So a lot of you readers said that I wrote the story a little to quickly, yep, I am a very impatient person. I was always thinking that I had to get straight to the point right away so... yeah. I will try to slow down as much as possible, like make friends with the mercenaries. And I was gonna make Soldier a nicer guy, but then it dosen't make sense. Okay, enough of my bickering and let's get to the story.
Everyone was back at the base, exhausted on the day's work. But, we were all satisfied as we had won the match.
"This is the first win in a million years, and thanks to Zelda, we had capped the intel," Engineer said.
"Leetle girl is best," Heavy gave me the thumbs-up. "Ja, agreed," Medic added.
"Thanks for the complimets, guys. And didn't you guys help me by protecting me when I was getting the intelligence on the way back here?" I said.
"Ah, you're being modest," Spy commented.
"Didn't you warn me that there's a Sniper somewhere in the intel room?" I said. "And Heavy, thank you for your sandwich, Medic, thanks for healing me. Sniper, remember that you helped me kill the Spy that's trying to backstab me? Before I knew it, he lay dead with a bullet through his forehead, so I was pretty sure it's you." I continued.
"Not bad for a shelia," Sniper murmured.
"Hey, how did ya get his sandwich? When I tried to get his sandwich once, I nearly got creamed. And you know how much it sucks when a bear sits on you and chillin', right?" Scout asked.
"I was nearly dead when Heavy and Medic saved me, so he gave me his sandwich." I don't have time to give him the full explanation.
"Wha-" Scout was interrupted by Soldier. "NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, A WOMAN IS STILL REQUIRED TO BE IN A KITCHEN, NOT THE BATTLEFIELD."
"Just give the young lass a break, aye?" Demoman tried to back me up.
"Umm... It's okay, Demo. Since we won the match today, I will cook dinner to celebrate our victory, is that already enough?" I announced.
Soldier snorted and said, "THEN GO TO THE KITCHEN." He pointed towards the kitchen. I sighed and walked towards the kitchen. Spy followed. I tried not to notice him. But when I was in the kitchen, I finally cracked.
"Spy, what do you want?" I demanded.
"Oh, I am here to assist you on your task, mon cheri." Spy simply answered. "Alright then... But I don't see what you can help me, for the moment, at least," I replied.
I opened the cabinet. What I saw was a pile of scrap metal covered in blood. It took me a while to realize that it's just frying pans and pots. Then I remembered that I saw Soldier whacking an enemy to death earlier. How am I going to cook with that?
"A true gentleman like me has all the resources. I can borrow you my frying pans if you want," Spy said with a sardonic smile plastered on his face. I almost jumped. I forgot that he's there. "Okay, Spy, could you please borrow me some of your utensils?"
"But of course, and please excuse me as I have to retrieve it from my room." He said before he cloaked himself. "Don't take too long," I said, wondering if he heard it. I searched around for plates and ingredients. I found ten plates, and some steak and vegetables in the fridge.
Suddenly a frying pan floated in. I was going to scream before I found out it was just a cloaked Spy. "Here you go, mon cheri," He handed me the utensils.
"Thanks," I said, and set to work. A few hours later, with a few helps from Spy, dinner was finally ready. As we laid the food on the table, everyone took a seat on the dining table. And before I knew it, the dinner's finished.
"Honestly, not bad at all," Enginner commented. "Wow, the food's amazing." Scout said. "Leetle girl make good food." Heavy said. "Aye, 'tis the best food I ever tasted," Demo said, apparently sober. "You sure know how to cook, shelia," Sniper complimented. "Your culinary skills is very good, Frau Zelda." Medic said.
"SEE, I TOLD YOU THAT WOMEN BELONG TO THE KITCHEN." Soldier said. "Yeah, yeah whatever," I retorted. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, WOMAN?" he looked offended. "I said whatever." I said. "HOW DARE YOU HUMILATE ME? DO YOU NOT KNOW YOUR STATUS?" Yep, he's definitely agigated.
When he looked like he was about to slap me, I had a prank to pull on him and not get into trouble. "You know what, buckethead? If you threaten to slap me, the consequences are going to be bad," I taunted.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-" He's really gonna slap me. His hand swept across the room, heading towards its target-
Only to be stopped by a gloved hand.
"Calm down, Soldier. Didn't she cook dinner for you?" Spy said, still holding Soldier's hand mid-air. "WHAT DO YOU KNOW, FRENCHIE?" Soldier fought back. "Ja, Herr Spy was right. You should've been thankful." Medic backed Spy up. "Doktor is right." Heavy said.
"You should act like a man, aye, Solly?" Demo said. "Cool down, Soldier. You won't be a man if you slap a shelia," Sniper continued. "Pffffft, falling for a joke like that. Anyways, did you cap the intel? No you didn't. Anna did, ya knucklehead." Scout jeered.
Soldier jerked at Spy's hand. "LET ME GO!" "Only it you promise not to hurt Zelda, mon ami." "YEAH, YEAH. WHATEVER YOU SAY." Soldier was desperate to get Spy's hand off his. Spy released him and he stormed to his room, whispering 'I swear I'm gonna teach her a lesson.'. Scout chuckled as Soldier slammed the door.
"Anna, you shouldn't enrage Herr Soldier any further." Medic advised. "Yes, he has a short temper and sometimes holds grudges. And Scout, why do you jeer at him?" Spy added. "What? It's not funny?" Scout replied quickly.
"Alright, if you people say so, I'll apologize later," I said. Today is definitely a crazy day.
Did you like it? A random rant on dinner. For your information, I think I'm not gonna add any more battle scenes. Oh yeah, and when Zelda taunts Soldier, I got the idea from a fanfic I read earlier. I think it's called The New Arrival by SkyminSlash. It's a good story though. I am so gonna have fun with the next chapter. Please leave reviews, I really appreciate it!