KKM:
Shorts::Quest
Cake Frosting
By: Lotus Curtiss
(Michelle)
This was a request that he was happy to oblige too, now this request had some how turned into a mess. White powder covered the cabinets, counters, walls and floors. And him too. And His Majesty before him. They stared blankly at each other, blinking for several seconds. It was a dusty blanch cloud that exploded out of the bowel no later than a fraction of a hair of a second when the hand mixer was turned on. It showered plumes into the air and in a haste to stop it, the mixer was dropped and the bowel went flying over their heads; catapulting across the small room before hitting the wall with a thud. They blinked.
A Few Day Ago...Covenant Castle Bureau Hall...
"Hey, Conrad!" His Majesty spoke up. They were in his office that day doing the daily mainstream paperwork that had mysteriously piled up. Two people were out for various reasons, and the third was holed up in his office or somehow became the target of a wild experiment.
"Yes Yuuri?" He looked up from his desk to the King at the table next to his with a big goofy grin. He had become accustomed to calling His Majesty by name, somehow it was only when it was the two of them.
That smile became even bigger. "I plan on returning home soon and well I need help with a project of mine there. It's nothing related to baseball though, can you come with me?"
"I'm honored that you would ask me for help." A soft smile crested his mouth. "I accept the invitation."
"Thank you."
After the flush down the portal and emerging in the Shibuya household bathroom tub. They were dry and in clean cloths, donned in aprons in the kitchen. There was a spread of ingredients and various cooking utensils on the counter before them.
"I don't know how we are going to do this but we are going to do this one step at a time." He opened up a book. "I really was never good in the kitchen and home economics and my cooking is not my average nor is it really close to my mom. Its terrible in hindsight." There was an aggravated sigh.
"Yuuri, I'm not good with it either. Except if its a good game hunt and freshly cooked meat on the campfire." He reassured. "So let's go slow."
"Okay. I'll read since its in Japanese and point out the ingredients and the utensils that we are supposed to use." They took a deep breath to prepare for the unknown. "Alright. Lets do this!" It was a fiery statement.
"What first?"
"Take the wet ingredients. Two eggs..." And began pointing to each item, giving instructions to the amount and which tool. "Now for the dry. Two and a half cups flour..." It was round two. "Okay. Now." The King scrutinized the hand mixer and awkwardly put the blending tools in after turning to a page to see the instructions in how and handed it to him. "I have a weird feeling..." He picked up on a hushed concern. "Place those in the bowel and I'll slowly pour in the wet ingredients, so turn on the mixer."
He thumbed it on and then the bowel started spinning rapidly, the flour mixture flinging over the sides, His Majesty dropping the book in haste that clattered to the floor after thumping off the corner of the counter. Lunging for the bowel to catch it, the force knocking it out from the mixing paddles, the mixer itself dropping from his hand; adding the needed weight that hit the mouth rim and knocking up into the air off of the smaller fingers. Catapulting over their heads, spilling the flour mixture in a graceful arc of white dust. The bowels path came to a halt as the unyielding force of a wall came into play with a thud; crashing onto the floor and rolled in an "S" curve then stopped between their feet. The entire surface area of the kitchen was covered in white dust, the walls, the cabinets, the counters, the wood floor and the appliances. The hand mixer still vibrating on its side on the counter.
They stared at each other, not sure of who should move first as the powdery white cloud settled, still registering the small catastrophic event that has just happened. What first he noticed was His Majesties dark raven hair was showered in white particles, coating the slightly tanned skin, the vibrant choice of yellow clothes and blue frilled apron. Then he himself was coated in the same way.
"Yuuri..." He began, not too sure of what to say himself. He blinked. And began to laugh, it was a small chuckle at first then growing. "Looks like we lost to the mixer."
"Pfft - Yeah." A large smile broke and he barked out laughing.
Sharing the moment between them, when all the hype had died down. "Lets clean this up, and we have more than enough dry ingredients for a do over." He reached for the hand mixer and turned it off.
"Yeah." Together they dusted, swept and wiped down all surfaces, even the stray cloud that reached beyond the kitchen.
"Okay. Now we let this bake and lets wash these and put together one more final thing and then we can take a bath." They washed cleaned the items and with a bowel full of a sweet and fluffy spread now cooling in the fridge. "I might never embark on another cooking endeavor again, not quite done. Lets make sure that the kitchen has one more thorough cleaning cause my mom prides herself on it."
"Speaking of which Yuuri, where are your parents?"
"Dad was called away overseas for a business trip and mom went with him. Shori, he's with Bob at a training camp." He shrugged. "Not my first time having the house to myself, mom left me a big pot of curry to eat in the fridge. If I get lonely, I just pop back over to the Demon Kingdom." He smiled while inspecting the corner of the wall and counter, running a cloth into the edges. "Good, this is clean."
It was pain staking as they checked every crevice, nook and cranny for particles, the floorboards where a labor of love. They only stopped to pull out the pan from the oven and set it on a cooling rack that they broke free thirty minutes later and allowed its underbelly to cool. Still covered in flour to a degree between them, the two poked fun at the others looks, laughing, smiling.
"Looks done." A few moments later, there was a fluffy, round covered in white sweetness and strawberries.
"Not quite Conrad." His Majesty took out a single candle and placed it in the center and struck a match to light it. "Its done. Also, Happy Birthday Conrad."
Touched by the gesture, a tender smile broke out. "Thank you, Yuuri." He leaned over a blew out the candle.
"We can eat some after having a bath." It was a simple agreement between them.
The flour covered clothes were in a pile in a basket and after taking turns washing and scrubbing each others backs and hair, they sank into the tub facing each other. His Majesty with his knees tucked under his chin and his own long legs pressed into the tub and feet into corner next to the king.
"Say, Conrad, I wouldn't mind having some of your cooking if you go game hunting next time."
"I'll take you. Yuuri, are you getting too hot?" Smiling at the question before coming concerned.
"No, maybe a different type of hot." Eye shifting in sockets. "The other reason why I invited you not only to make a cake and celebrate your birthday even if it not as close to your date but." The face flushed deeper, it was a sudden shift as he reached his body across his, hand gripping his knee cap that was not immersed for support. "I love you." The small mouth gingerly and chastely brushed his. "I love you and I am your gift to you, please stay by my side."
"Yuuri." Overcome with fondness, he smiled and returned the affection. "And I love you, Yuuri."
There was a shudder through His Majesty. "Tell me more..." A hushed command. "Love me more..."
Now he was all too pleased to respond to the request. "Guess we will have to wait to eat that cake later." Chuckling.
Back in the Demon Kingdom...Covenant Castle Garden...
"I lost."
"Now what has gotten into the Little Lord Brat?" Gunter asked Gwendal who happened to be passing by with files under his arm.
The Oldest Brother paused briefly to look his Baby Brother who was listless. "His Majesty broke up their engagement and proposed to Conrart instead while you were gone. The both of them are on Earth right now."
Now it was Gunter who was hysterical...
