A/N: Definitely been some while since I updated- I am soooooo sorry! :((((((
I hope you didn't lose interest, that would be really, really bad, and insensitive on my part, since I didn't update at all from the past three weeks! o.O
Here's the next chapter, for Raina Rasberry,
I hope you like it :)
DISCLAIMER- I definitely do not own Maid-sama.
Cookery Lessons (Misaki's POV)
I almost killed Suzuna and Mom.
Mom had been ill, and I had insisted on making dinner for them, but it had turned into a big disaster when I added ketchup thinking it was the chilli sauce and made it worse by adding more salt to it, thinking it'll make it better.
Even Suzuna, who normally wears a carefully blank expression while tasting something I had made, was gagging and running to the bathroom while Mom said "Honey, it's delicious!" and then ran for the washbasin.
It was so humiliating!
That was when I had decided I would learn how to cook, come hell or high water.
Ofcourse, It had to be Usui of all the people who suggested to help me.
Okay, so it was not as bad as I acted like it would be- but just imagine how embarrasing it will be for one who's boyfriend knows how to cook and she doesn't! And you can bet anything Usui's wasn't going to let it pass him so easily. He was going to make my life a living hell.
Turned out I was exxagerating a little bit. When I enterred his place, he had been ready with the aprons, and the pans and stuff like that and we had set to work in his kitchen.
It felt sort of bad to be ruining such a perfect kitchen as that, but then his comments were enough to make me want to wreck the place, so we compromised.
"Now, now, Misaki- that's sugar you're adding. Try salt for a change?" he said, smiling and handing the salt to me. I glared at him.
I don't even know what I was making- I think it was mixed vegetable...or well, something that had all the vegetables in it, I figured.
"Okay, good-" he said "Now take a pan, pour some oil into it-"
"..Are you sure?" I looke at him skeptically.
He smirked "You shouldn't be questioning my methods. You're the one who almost poisoned your family, sweetheart-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get the point!" I said angrily, slamming down the pan on the stove so hard I thought it'd crack and pouring oil into it.
"Are you planning on breaking my pan, Misaki?"
"Shut up, I've had enough of your rantings! Just teach me!" I snapped.
He stood up to his full height and saluted "Yes, ma'am!"
Oh man, when is he ever going to learn?
"Now, put the onion rings in it and let it fry until they're golden-brown. After that, add all the other vegetables." he instructed, folding his arms and leaning over the slab to smile at me as I concentrated on the pan.
"No need to stir it, by the way. Aww, isn't my Misaki determined to learn how to cook? She'll make such a perfect housewife!"
"SHUT UP!" I cried loudly, blushing to the roots of my hair. Why can't this guy just stand there like any other normal person and not try my patience so much? If it wasn't for the fact that I really wanted so badly to learn, then I wouldn't be here following what he said and instead banging his head with that pan.
I sat down on a stool, watching the onion making a sizzling noise and there was silence in the kitchen, thank God for that. This had been so easy! I mean, all the cooking and stuff- now I was beginning to wonder how in the name of Christ I had ever been able to go wrong in such simple dishes.
"Okay, I'll take over and add the vegetables now and do the other necessary things." Usui said, leaning off the spotless slab (how did it manage to remain so clean?) and smiling "You can go and set the table."
I nodded, undoing my apron. I heard a loud sizzle erupt from the kitchen and half the place engulfed in smoke when I looked back. Usui was standing behind, adding the vegetables, carefully protecting his eyes from watering. Maybe this was why he'd told me to go- I would make everything a lot more complicating if I stayed in the kitchen in all that smoke. And I don't think Usui wanted any chances of the kitchen burning down.
Oh how I hate him.
There was a heavenly smell coming over from the kitchen. Well, I was impressed, despite myself.
Usui had managed to make me make something worth eating. I really only just remember one time when I managed to make soup without his help, but that too was only because I just had to add water and heat it and all that stuff.
After some minutes, Usui came in with the dish "Let's eat!"
It-was-delicious!
I could not believe I had made this! Well, technically, Usui had. He had added all the right proportions of salt and everything(after I was about to mistakenly add sugar) and cut up the vegetables neatly. I had just poured oil and put onions in it and waited them to go golden-brown.
Still. I had made it, right?
We took a bite.
"This is really good" he smiled.
I swelled in pride inside, but just mumbelled "Thanks"
"Ayuzawa's so cute!"
"Sh-shut up!"
Mr. and Mrs. Kirahara, an old and pleasant couple who happened to be our neighbours were coming over to my place for lunch that weekend. They had always given us cake, or pie, or any new dish Mrs. Kirahara had tried, so me, Mom and Suzuna had felt that...well, we owed them a lot. I don't really know about how Suzuna felt. She had the same expression for everything.
Anyway,I wanted to make lunch for the Kiraharas.
"Misaki...you shouldn't- I'm alright now-" Mom said, but I interrupted her "No, but Mom, I know how to do it! Usui gave me some lessons on it- I'm fine- trust me!" I pleaded.
She looked skeptical at first, but then gave in and said "Okay then, if you're sure. I'll be going over to the Laundry place- they didn't give a shirt of mine- oh, and don't disturb Suzuna, will you? She's studying."
I rolled my eyes "Yes, Mom." Of all the times to disturb Suzuna, I'd want to do that now when I wanted to cook a decent meal and had to have my mind focused.
Enterring the kitchen, I set to work, cutting up onions, capsicum, tomatoes- pretty much everything I could get my hands on. It felt great-! To be able to cook! I was so proud of myself, and I couldn't help feeling a rush of affection for Usui for teaching me. I set the other things out and took out a pan, lighting up the stove and setting it on top. I took the oil from the cupboard behind- only I took it upside down, so some of it fell on the floor.
"Oh, damn" I said wearily, walking over to the stove to pour it in the pan "Why does this always happen to meeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...!"
Before I knew it I had slipped on the oil on the floor and the packet downed inside the pan, making the pan overflow. The oil fell inside the flame of the stove and there was a loud crackling noise. I wrenched the overflowing pan off the stove and it shook violently, the oil spilling on the stove.
WHOOSSHH! The flame roared upwards right where my face had been, and I was thrown backwards.
"Wha-!" the pan flung out of my hands and downed on the stove. With an almighty roar, the flame exploded upwards, becoming a fairly enormous fire that touched the ceiling and I defended myself from it, falling on the floor and quicly standing up, staring at it, my eyes wide with shock
"..Sis?" I turned to see Suzuna blinking at the entrance of the kitchen.
"What are you staring there for?" I shouted "Get something to stop it!" I dropped to the ground, making my way to the gas cylinder and switching it off.
Well, it was worth a try, but the fire had grown too much to stop it now. Suzuna had disappered out the door. Well, I was thankful she was helping. And then I looked at what she was doing and my gratitude turned to dread.
There she was coming, holding a bucket full of water in an attacking position, running towards the the fire.
"Suzuna- DON'T-!" I screamed, jumping towards her, but it was no use.
BOOM!
The water fell on the fire and fuelled it right up to the top of the kitchen. I honestly thought the kitchen had exploded.
"DON'T YOU KNOW YOU DON'T POUR WATER WHEN YOU HAVE A KITCHEN FIRE?" I screamed at Suzuna, my eyes watering because of the smoke that had rapidly spread around.
Suzuna blinked at me with a blank expression, holding the bucket limply in her hands and walking out of the kitchen carefully. I coughed, pushing the window open and running out in the bedroom, taking hold of a blanket and running in the kitchen once again.
I couldn't believe her! I thought everyone knew you poured sand or wrapped a blanket over the fire whenever there was a fire caused by the stove, because the water most likely always feuls the fire, causing it to grow even fierce. EvenIknow that- which counts for something, since I hardly know anything about the kitchen.
I had no choice but to leave. I had tried to wrap it up in the thick blanket, but it had grown too big for it to stop by the piece of cloth. It engulfed the blanket inside, and I ran out, calling the fire brigade on my mobile and screaming at Suzuna to leave the house.
I looked back at my house, and the smoke coming from the kitchen window. I was never going to cook again.
"Misaki-!" What is-?" Mom cried. I stood there amongst the crowd that had gathered around, looking at the firemen put the fire out in my house.
Suzuna stared at me with accusing eyes as she stood there.
"Don't look at me that way!" I cried indignantly, blushing with embarrassment, folding my arms "You were the one who brought the water in!"
Mom looked as if she had just remembered something "Oh yes..you did mention you were going to cook for the Kiraharas...Well, I did expect something of this sort..."
I gaped at her from beside the Kiraharas, who were gaping at the house, looking as if they were having second thoughts about coming in for lunch.
I don't really blame them. Man, I was pathetic.
"Misaki?" came Usui's amused eyes and I turned to look at him, smiling and trying not to laugh.
Oh great. Of all the people, him.
"May I ask what went wrong?" he asked, gazon gup at black smoke leaving my kitchen window, the fire finally down.
"What do you mean?" I asked defensively.
"You were trying to cook, weren't you?" he asked, chuckling "So then- what went wrong?"
"Nothing! It wasn't my fault! I slipped and fell and the oil spilled on the fire of the stove!" I snapped at him "And a fat load of help Suzuna was!" I added, glaring at my sister.
"Awareness and caution is the first step to being a good cook" he said wisely.
"Oh shut up" I looked sourly at him while he wrapped his arms around me, laughing. I let him, I was seething with anger anyway- atleast if I thought of hitting or knocking something out, he was at close range.
He quickly pecked me on my cheek and dodged as I dashed at him.
"Misaki has learnt her lesson!" he said happily, then pinched my cheek fondly "And don't worry, hon, I'll take care of the cooking after marriage."
"COME BACK YOU-!" I shouted at him as he laughed and hid beside my Mom.
This time, when I turned around, I found the Kiraharas gaping at me in shock.
I sighed.
"I'm sorry, I think you'll have to wait a little longer for lunch."
A/N: So there we go. Hope you liked it, Raina Rasberry!
Tell me ALL your views, okay, guys?
I needed something oily, which would catch fire, because bread, or pasta or something like that catching fire would be just plain wierd :P
And again, I'm really, really sorry for updating so late- I'll definitely update sooner next time :)
Cheerio then,
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