I'm back after two months! Sorry, I was updating EVERY story I have, so it took a while to get back to this one. But now I'm back, and I promise that there won't be another two months ever again!

SAKAMAKI SHUU X KAZUKA MAYU = SHUYU.

RATING: THAT'S A SECRET FROM NOW ON~!

I hate cooking and baking. I hate it all the way down to my hearts content. But if you want to be able to make a bastard's birthday into a good one, then this is a must.

However… "Hey, Shuu…" The meat had finally been cut into nice (hideous) pieces. The eyelids of Shuu lazily opened to the call. "What are you doing here?"

The chair standing to the right of the table had now been acting out the role as Shuu's bed for 30 minutes. I came here 40 minutes ago, and he's really been getting on my nerves.

Doesn't he understand that I'm trying to make him food? His favorite, at that.

And doesn't he understand that I'm still pissed at him? Does he think I'll forget all the horrible things he said just because he comes and catch me? No, he's still a fucking idiot that acted like a total dick last night.

"What does it look like? I'm sleeping… Or trying to…" Shuu yawned loudly while talking, as if wanting to put a deeper impression of a tired him in my brain.

"Yes, but can't you sleep somewhere else? Like in your bed?"

Or in the deepest pits of hell.

"…Too tired to move…." he answered shortly.

Then why did you walk all the way here for?

"I'd love to personally move you myself again."

"No, you're not talented in that."

"I'm sorry, there's people who's officially got talent in moving lazy ass people across the floor? What a time to be alive!" I threw my hands up in the air in my sarcastic amazement.

"No," he hissed. "but I bet everyone's better at in than you. I've got bruises and scratches still left all over me, you've made moving around even more of a drag to me than it was before. Congratulations."

"Excuse you!?"

Shuu snorted. "You've got no talent in anything." There it was again, my anger and irritation for Shuu was back on fire.

I scoffed at him, throwing as many pieces of meat that fitted into the frying pan. Listening to it fret and splat. "I've got talent. I can actually draw."

"Really? Show me. I'd love to see." The bastard rolled his eyes and made his arms into pillows for his head on the table.

I can't draw. "Okay, scratch that. I can sing, so fuck you."

The blond raised an eyebrow, and I saw how painful memories of my voice passed his mind.

"And I know how to cook! I mean, look at me! I'll let you know that my home economics teacher-OH MY GOD, IT'S ON FIRE!"

Flames fired up from the pan, destroying every bit of the meat in the middle of them. I was shocked, screaming 'oh my God' repeated in my panic. I threw on some water, but for some reason it only got worse.

Oh my God, how did all this happen!? Jesus chrIST, IT'S BIGGER!

I wanted to scream at Shuu to help me, but remembered quickly that I've always been taught that you need to suffocate the fire in order to quench it. How many times hadn't the teachers talked about safety with fire? About how you need to PUT A FUCKING LID OVER IT!

So I did just that. Okay, I didn't put the lid, I motherfucking threw it. I didn't want to burn myself, and the fire died so what was the problem.

Oh yeah, he's the problem. I threw myself around to face Shuu in a quick turn. "SHUU! WHY DIDN'T YOU HE-"

I was looking straight at the chair to the right of the table, but there was no longer anyone in it. But beside it. On the floor. Shuu looked terrified, staring out into nothing with wide, enormous eyes. He was sweating, and even though his mouth was gaping wide and his breathing was heavy, I couldn't hear a sound coming from it.

He had fallen out of the chair, hitting the floor hard, and I hadn't even heard. Nor noticed it, until now. "Shuu, are you okay?" My voice had turned soft from the sight, soft and insecure of who, or what, it was talking to.

I reached out my hand to, well I don't know what, comfort him by a sweet caress on the cheek maybe? But I couldn't touch him. Yes, he sat perfectly still. I was the one who didn't dare. I didn't know why either. It felt dangerous touching him, like I would get burnt by the slightest contact. Or as if his appearance would infect me, making me as scared and frozen as him.

He didn't speak. What had happened to him?

"What's the-" The hand reaching out was grabbed, and pulled forward. Right into the arms of Shuu, getting them wrapped around me. He was trembling. "…matter…" It was meant to be a question at first, but I couldn't make it into one in the end.

"..Don't.." The low voice of Shuu was trembling just as much as he himself, and the hug got tighter, almost painfully hard. "…Don't go near it… ever…"

I felt sorry for him now, and caught my arms return the hug. One just as tight, but a lot softer than his tense one. Tried to keep him from shaking. "I promise."

I was supposed to be angry with him. I was. But how could I? I couldn't stand seeing him like this. I would've never guessed that his fear was fire. And now I was the one feeling like an idiot, yelling at him and then just standing there, watching him tremble.

I petted him on his back, thinking that it would comfort him. I wasn't really used to this kind of comfort. Not used to it all. How do you do it?

"It's okay, the fire is dead by now. There's no need to worry," I whispered, resting my chin on his right shoulder.

Only to be pushed away.

"I'm fine," Shuu spat out and used the edge of the table to get up from the floor. "I told you you've got no talent. Look at what happened." He snorted against the frying pan, crossing his arms. "And the air is filled with smoke, too. I can barely breathe in here. I bet you destroyed the pan completely, and I don't want to know how the meat tastes like now. You've wasted every piece of that fine meat that could've become a good steak. How can you be so useless? Even if it's you, I never thought you would be the cause of something like this…"

The smile shifting onto my face couldn't be helped, I felt so relieved.

"Thank God," was the whisper, low enough so that Shuu could hear something.

"Why are you smiling?"

"I'm smiling because," I sighed in relief, standing up as well. "I'd rather see you being the usual dick that constantly complains about everything I do, than the one looking empty like that. I never want to see him ever again. I'm happy you're back."

He froze, looking startled again. And then he just walked past me on his way to the exit. "You're not normal at all."

'Why are you happy that I'm back to being a dick to you? Shouldn't you like having me the weak one for a change?' It was as if he was asking me that.

"Waiiiit~!" I ran after him, laughing and giggling out loud like a drunk idiot. "Scold me mooore~!"

Shuu's birthday is tomorrow.

That has to be it for this week, because I really don't know what more to write in this chapter before Shuu's b-day. So it was a bit short, but oh well. I really have to write on something else (as you all know, the triplets' birthdays are coming up soon!)~.

THANKIES FOR READING EVEN IF IT WAS SHORT, I STILL LOVE YOU AND I GOD HOPE THAT YOU STILL LOVE ME!