04: Meal for Two
Kagome growled as she took in the destruction around her. The apartment had been leveled to the ground. Thick globs of green slime was splattered across the ground and her person like some macabre artist's idea of a masterpiece. With a bellowing scream Kagome's fingers curled into a fist as she threw it into the broken concrete. The ground caved beneath the pressure, creating a fresh crater three times her size.
"Damn it all! This fucking sucks!" She bellowed, and many colorful curses followed closely behind. Her hand went to her pocket to reach for her phone. Genos needed to know. He'd have a panic attack if she didn't contact him soon anyways. Feeling the biting edge of irritation, she tried to grasp for the device. However her hand hit only air and a chill of fear went down her spine. Where was it? Kagome patted her pockets. Her eyes widened. Her phone was missing! She threw her backpack down and rummaged through it. Nothing! It was then that something black shimmered against the fading light of the sky. She squinted at it. Was that…? She felt her heart sink. It was.
She took a few slow steps and picked up what was left of her phone. It'd been destroyed. The cell had been utterly and completely massacred by the overgrown pest. She gnashed her teeth and screamed her frustration.
"Fuck!" Small bits of debris flew when she made the crater larger.
Now how was she supposed to get ahold of her boyfriend? Sitting here for a few hours wasn't exactly an appealing idea.
A glob of green goop slid past her hood—thankfully she had it on her head prior to nuking the oversized bug into pieces-and she cringed, dropping remnants of her phone to the rubble below.
Fuck, she needed a bath.
The spatter across her form was minor, but having it on herself was a disgusting sensation. Kagome slid the hoodie off and chucked it aside, uncaring she was only clad in her neon orange sportbra. Better half-naked than being dirty, she rationalized.
"Ughhhhhh!" She felt like crying.
Her saving was still under six digits, her boyfriend moving out, some gross ball-less pervert groping her, and now this. She lost her freakin' apartment to some overgrown insect looking to drop some eggs from its ass. What a way to go! What a couple of shitty weeks it had been!
There is no way in hell she'd be able to get another place within matters of hours or days, much less on meager savings she was still working her ass off to save more. Shits like this would only wipe the savings to under zero!
Hoping against hope she would be able to scavenge some of her favorite clothes and objects, she pulled aside ten floors worth of the debris, biting back tears. Throwing aside a huge cracked slab of concrete, something small and metallic caught her eyes. She deflated upon recognizing it, "And of course that survived." She muttered, digging it out. It was a chest, no larger than her torso, made of metal. It looked plain but was obviously welded with love. She shook it, and it rattled, triggering some odd sound of buzzing from inside, "Well they sound fine, so that's good. Don't need to spend 12000* yens plus to replace one." Kagome muttered. She popped it open and reached in to turn off the buzzing, before shutting it close, "And into my backpack you go, you beautiful box." She patted it fondly.
With it disposed properly in her sunflower yellow bag, Kagome continued her search. Anything to take her mind off of the impending grief that followed the loss of her home.
In under an hour she was able to recover some of her intact although dirty clothes and surprisingly her computer that survived the overgrown praying mantis. Kagome tapped on the thick metal skin Genos insisted on installing on it some months past, and hummed at it, "Well, guess I have to thank him later." Pity there was no functioning internet here. She'd contact Genos if it had. With a sigh she pocketed it inside her now bloated backpack, "Guess I'd have to go to him." She sealed it with a loud zip.
Holstering it up on her back Kagome hopped off the thick layer of the debris that was taller than her, lifting dust to her knees when her feet met the paved road, "Where the heck does this Sai guy live again?" The address was in her phone, but she didn't memorize it. "Damn...I know it's in Z City..." Abandoned section Genos said, she thought.
Not looking back to her flattened apartment lest she'd cry again, Kagome took off in a light jog before any media would arrive. After the fiasco where she became a small time criminal celebrity in the eyes of public, she wasn't feeling up for dealing with them. At least the media wouldn't be able to access it until some guy from Hero Association took a look around first. For safety they'd always insisted.
Speaking of which, she wondered why no one official looking had come by yet. It had been over an hour now and the fallen hero wannabes had been able to crawl away to only gods know where.
Well, not like it really mattered to her, she decided, setting off to a vague destination she had in mind.
Some half an hour later Genos slid to stop before the flattened building, his pale face somehow whiter at the sight. "Kagome!" He leapt onto a large piece of concrete, his eyes whirring bright, scanning for any bodies buried underneath, alive or dead. To his relief it was a pure brush of luck the building was empty prior to the attack. He glared at the headless body of the giant monster that laid ahead of him, still twitching but doubtlessly dead.
Saitama appeared, blinking at the demolished surrounding, "That's an ugly bug. Did you do that?" He pointed at the green ooze and the body that was probably the length of five school buses.
Genos grimaced, before hopping his way over to analyze it further. He pushed a tip of his boot into what remained of its neck, turning the green body over. Carefully he crouched before it, his still lit eyes examining the exposed cervix with jagged, oozing rim of the shell. Recognizing the handiwork, he released the breath he was holding, "No, it's my girlfriend that ended this destruction. Thanks goodness...but where is she?" There was a crater too, in the middle of the debris...with a familiar pink hoodie lying next to it.
Saitama was reeling, "Oh, you have a girlfriend?!" He watched Genos jumping back to the leveled building, and saw him snagging the ruined shirt in his hands.
Genos looked back, rising a brow at his sensei's obliviousness, "Yes, I've mentioned her four hundreds and fourteen times since we've met." His fingers curled into the dyed cotton, feeling stress that coursed through the fibers of his metal anatomy and the artificial saliva swelled at the back of his throat.
"...You actually counted that?" Saitama sweated, finding this a touch disturbing.
Genos pulled the pink fabric wide, examining it and sneering at the splotches of green across it, before folding it to his nose and breathed deeply for that familiar smell of her favorite shampoo, "Yes, this is hers." He glanced about, scanning for any more evidence, "I was curious to see how many times I'd talk about her before you realized who she was." He admitted.
"That's just creepy dude!" Saitama threw a finger in accusation at Genos, "Keeping count like that."
His disciple disregarded his outburst when a look of panic took his expression when he didn't see anything that appeased him, "Where is she?!"
Saitama frowned at the Genos' panicking state. It was a little odd to see him, being a cyborg, to behave in such a way, having been used to him being of an over-talkative stoic character. Panic wasn't a good look on him. He rubbed his head as his ears started to go deaf to Genos' rant and his eyes sliding to the dead creature, "If she did that," he gestured to it, "she should be fine though?" Saitama shrugged, "I mean, you said it yourself, your girlfriend kicks ass."
Genos immediately turned to his sensei. He dipped into a low bow, "Please, help me find her!"
Saitama scratched the back of his head, uncomfortable with Genos' begging, "Haven't you called her? I'm sure she'd appreciate that a bit more than some stranger chasing her down." He glanced over at Genos.
Genos shook his head, "I already tried. It keeps going to voicemail. It never goes to voicemail!" His voice rose a pitch and Saitama found himself with a nearly frantic disciple. Why did he always end up in these situations?
Now that he thought about it Genos kept calling his phone in the midst of insisting Saitama to come with him when there was a sighting of a large monster in Y City...despite the fact that they were some hours away stopping some wild gangs. In which Genos was given credit for. Again.
"Alright, I'll help. Where would she normally go?" Might as well get some information out of the kid while he was at it.
Genos racked his brain for clues. "There's only a few places she'd go. The first being the doctor's but I called him earlier and he hadn't heard from her either. Which means that she's likely gone to Z City to find me. I told her that you live there but I don't think she knows where exactly…" Genos rambled off as a rare expression of horror took over his face. Kagome didn't know where to find him! He needed to search for her! Saitama patted him on his shoulder, halting that spike of panic he felt.
"Good, now we have somewhere to start. I'll head back into town and start looking close to the apartment. You circle the outer area and see if you can catch any signs of her. That sound good?" He questioned as he gave his student a once over. With the kid in such a panicked state, it wouldn't be good to hang around him for too long. Genos was going to drive him insane with his frantic rambling! He was just going to go back and wander around a few blocks. This Kagome-girl was likely to turn up sooner or later. Besides, after seeing what she did to that monster he didn't think there was any reason for either of them to worry. It was clear that she could handle herself.
Realizing that Saitama wouldn't have any idea what his girlfriend would have looked like, Genos pulled up his phone and flipped through the gallery. He stopped at one of his most favorite images. He had taken it on a trip to the beach. She was dressed in a simple white-knitted slip, with a matching sun hat and wedge heels. They had yet to go into the ocean so Kagome still had most of her clothes, unfortunately, still on. "That's Kagome." He thrusted the screen in his teacher's face, "If you see her please call me."
Saitama pushed the phone away a few inches to see the picture better. The glare from the setting sun was intense! His dark eyes narrowed. She was pretty cute but not his type. A little on the young side, though he shouldn't be surprised given Genos' age. He preferred his women to be a bit older. "Cute. Will do." He nodded, pushing away the phone. Sure he'd look for the girl but he wasn't about to go ravaging the town for her. That was Genos' job.
"I'll meet you back at the apartment later tonight. Thank you sensei." He offered his teacher another bow before taking off in a cloud of smoke.
Pausing to make sure Genos was indeed gone, Saitama released a whoosh of breath and rolled his shoulders, shifting at his feet. At last, he got some peace. With that Saitama meandered back home. Now, what to eat for dinner tonight? Udon or ramen?
The long walk home was quiet and uneventful. The scenery that went from the demolished apartment complex to a friendly sight of small Japanese houses in neat rows with nature among them, with few children playing out and about was a nice change of pace he decided. Not often he visited suburban areas, considering most monsters seemed to have avoided them like plagues for whatever reason or the other. He twitched at a kid when they rudely called him bald weirdo but did nothing, instead choosing to ignore them.
He should be home soon, crossing the border that separated Y City from Z City. The sight changed drastically from the peaceful streets of homely little houses to tall skyscrapers and colorless building complexes with a huge sign proclaiming, Welcome to Z City! in bold, large font with smaller words set underneath that Saitama didn't bother reading.
Almost there, he assured himself, seeing the sun reaching closer to the horizon, blanketing all in an orange glow. Z City was still lively in spite of the recent meteor attack. It seemed that people had largely forgotten him, which he found was a relief. They stumbled around, the dawn of alcohol were upon them, with silly, goofy grins plastered on their faces, glad that they were able to quit their jobs for the day. Saitama shook his head, also glad that he didn't ended up following the work culture to drink nightly—alcohol wasn't his friend at all and found it distasteful.
Pacing near a familiar park with a large concrete wall wrapping around the green area, Saitama wondered if he would meet his quota should he see a drunken fight when he caught a sight.
There was a girl surrounded by a few large men, all far from being easy on the eyes. The girl though...Saitama squinted his eyes. She looked just like Genos' girl, that one, though wearing less clothes than he'd expect. He frowned, but figured that if she can nuke that grasshopper creature back in the previous city she can handle these jerkwads just as easily. That would be telling if that girl was indeed his disciple's chick. If it was not her then he could interfere and have it tacked on his quota of the week. Either way, it was worth a check.
"Hey sexy, where you going?" One hiccuped, swaying at his feet, but he grinned wide at the lithe girl with a meaty arm obstructing her way. The hand that was planted on the wall was larger than her own head!
His comment brought forth chuckles from his friends, causing her to sneer in disgust. His friend boasted, "Feel like providing some company, pretty girly?"
She ducked underneath the leader's arm, shifting her overstuffed backpack, "You all are welcome to go fuck yourselves. I'm not interested." She flicked her hair, dismissing them while she pressed forward to whatever destination she had in mind.
This left the men chuckling louder, now lustier than before, "Aw don't be like that. We just want to have some fun!" She ignored them, making them clumsily stalk ahead after her, "Hey, where you going?" The girl gave no response, her expression impassive. Their faces now skewed with coiled redness of anger, the leader ran forward, shooting out an arm, "Get back here!"
It brought a frightening burst of speed, where the girl twisted at her feet, missing the arm brushing by her nose. Her glare was glowing bright and the reaction that followed was a painful one. Saitama watched with morose fascination as manicured nails clawed into the flesh and swung the leader fast.
The concrete cracked with the new decoration and she turned her head at his now shriving friends stilling at that scary look in her eyes. The drunkard daze was lifted from their expressions and they screamed and made to turn away to flee from the insane female. Unfortunately they didn't get far, when the wall was riddled with more human-shaped decorations.
Kagome, Saitama was very definitely sure it was her, dusted her hands with a huff.
"Nice job." The bald man couldn't resist applauding her strength. That was some terrifying use of her power there.
She lifted her head at his voice. Kagome turned her head straight at Saitama at a distance that was losing its gap with him approaching. She narrowed her eyes on him, clenching her backpack straps and her jaw set, "One of their friends?"
He shook his head, waving a hand to show he was friendly, "Nope. I'm just here to take you back to your boyfriend..." Saitama threw a thumb behind him, leading Kagome's sight to barely visible smoke in the reddening sky in the far distance, "who by the way is about to destroy a city looking for you."
Kagome blinked, and she slumped with relief, "I see, so you're his teacher, Sai...Sai something, right?"
Guess someone else tuned Genos out too, Saitama mused to himself, "Close, it's Saitama."
"Well, I didn't expect you to be...bald, Saitama-sama." Kagome blinked, in-taking his appearance. She expected Genos' sensei to be more...beefy, more scary-looking adorned with a long flowing hair and a cape (Genos mentioned a cape, didn't he?). Kagome certainly wasn't expecting someone scrawny-looking wearing stereotypical superhero outfit and having a shiny globe of head. He definitely did have a cape though.
Saitama twisted his face at her offhanded comment and crossed his arms, "What's wrong with me being bald?!"
"Nothing!" Kagome yelped, biting her tongue from laughing, "For all that Genos had described you, I had...a certain expectation of you, that's all!"
His face was red, "Why is it always about hair?!" Saitama roared, fighting hard not to stomp a crater, "You and Genos! Why do you all have to be on my baldness?! What's wrong with not having hair?!"
"Okay, okay!" Kagome chewed on the insides of her cheeks to keep herself from laughing at Saitama's misery, "I won't say anymore of your hair! Or the lack there of!"
"Thank you!" he huffed, "Now I will need to call your hair-obsessed boyfriend to let him know you're okay." He reached into his pocket for his phone, but a small hand stopped his wrist.
"I'd...appreciate if you don't for a bit." Kagome gave a sheepish laugh, pulling back her hand, "He can be rather...handsy." It wasn't the most accurate word to describe Genos, but she hoped Saitama would realize his human capabilities by that word alone, "I'd rather be able to eat first before I see him again. Otherwise I won't be able to for the rest of the night." She sighed. Remembering her state of appearance, she tugged on her fizzy hair that was sprinkled with bits of that bug, "And maybe a bath."
Feeling his annoyance over his baldness' remarks dissolving away at her pathetic state Saitama blinked, "Well, if you say so...I'll just take you to my apartment I guess. I have bunch of ramen, udon, and stuff there." He scratched his nape, "Going to need to make them though."
Kagome frowned at the mentions of these cheap foods, now straying close behind Saitama when he started his trek toward his home, "Do you have any ingredients at all?"
Quirking a brow at her strange question, Saitama hummed, "Genos thought it prudent to stock my fridge full of eggs. I wasn't sure if he was being sincere or an ass though…"
Nearly stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk at his annoyed statement, Kagome righted herself with a giggle, "A bit of both?"
He twisted his feet to turn himself toward her, though he wasn't stopping his journey home, "Is he taking a crack at my baldness or something?"
"Maybe a little? He gets weird and has a dry sense of humor, especially if we're separated." Kagome admitted, bowing her spine to work out some kinks from carrying the heavy backpack around, "I'm usually the one that make jokes out of everything, so it's probably his defensive mechanism. For all I know anyway. It is Genos." Genos was a bit of weird fella sometimes.
"Then the hell do I do with so many eggs?" Saitama shifted away, seeing a familiar silhouette of the abandoned section of where his home laid. He flipped his feet over some neglected debris, prompting his latest ward to do the same.
Kagome bounced from the large piece of asphalt, "I'll take care of them. I know a lot of recipes. Eggs too."
Saitama peered, passing the chain fence—the door had been ripped off by him some months ago, finding it an annoyance, "Are you offering to cook?" He hoped she wasn't a horrible chef.
"More than offering," she corrected, "I am insisting. It's the least I can do for having to deal with my idiot cyborg boyfriend as a roommate." Then Kagome paused, tugging on her hair, "And maybe a bath and some clothes washing." She furrowed her brows at her half-naked form, feeling a chilly breeze brushing past her bare ribs and she shivered—it was a reason why the drunkards came onto her in begins with, "That is if you don't mind."
The bald hero shrugged, "Sure, if your food is good." Good cooking, in his hindsight is always worth a good exchange.
Kagome grinned, taking his words as a challenge, "You won't be disappointed!"
Saitama hummed, a bit happy that he didn't have to cook, "Sound good then." His expression lit up, at the sight of his apartment building, "Ah, here we are!" He stumbled over small craters he forgot about and righted himself, tossing up a gesture to Kagome to warn her of the holes, "Watch your steps. These are from a monster from yesterday. Haven't gotten around fixing them." He apologized, though he didn't stop heading for the stair, much less looking back to the now-idling Kagome.
Kagome stared up at the building, not missing the sky had blackened and none of the windows were lit up. She frowned, a sense of emptiness boomed throughout her entire being when she realized the entire street were, indeed, abandoned. Empty of life, save for hers and Saitama's.
She was startled, her thoughts interrupted, "Heyyyy, you coming?" Saitama called out, pausing his position at the turn of the stair.
"Oh, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Kagome hurried, hopping over the short series of holes to catch up with Saitama.
He fished for his keys, humming when she caught up easily, "Not much of a place, I know," Saitama shrugged, popping his key into the lock, "but it's cheap and clean. Mind the furniture though." The door swung open without his prompt. He went inside, flicking on the light, "First door you see is the bathroom, second is the kitchen. Feel free to use them." He threw a gesture, "and the door at the end is the living room slash bedroom."
Kagome didn't stop a wince at the size of the apartment, "This apartment is a tad," tad was an understatement, and she was feeling claustrophobic just for stepping inside, "too small to have a roommate, Saitama-sama." She was fortunate to have never lived inside an apartment of this size, since Genos liked to spoil her with some luxury.
"Yeah, I tried telling Genos that but," Saitama shrugged, "he was stubborn on making this arrangement work." He breezed past the first two doors, one of which lacked one for fire safety, toward the living room, "It worked out fine I guess. He does chores so it's not really a big deal."
Kagome huffed, typical Genos, "I see." She rolled her shoulders, before a green speck caught her eyes and she grimaced, "So, uh," Kagome tapped on the bathroom door, "would it be alright if I took a quick shower first? It's not sanitary if I cook like this."
Saitama halted his undressing his yellow jumpsuit, criticizing Kagome's state, "Yeah, be my guest. I'll watch some TV then." He wasn't hungry enough to eat some bug grime on his noodles.
Relieved, she bent at her waist, "Thank you. I'll make it quick." She promised, before disappearing inside the tiny bathroom.
Kagome eyed the size of the bathroom, before resigning with a deep breath. She dropped the backpack into the small space between the bathroom and the sink cabinet, intending to get ready for her shower, "Lets see...ah, there's the towels...No shampoo though." She cursed. She clicked open the door and poked her head out, her eyes catching Saitama lazing about in the living room.
Saitama was lying across the floor clad in a pair of pale blue pajamas. He lifted his foot to scratch at the inside of his other calf. Kagome peered her head around and stared at his back. She watched as his head slipped further down into the palm of his hand and his shirt rode up his torso a bit, exposing the skin of his side.
She opened her mouth, "Do you have any sham…" His head gleamed from the light of the television, "Never mind." Kagome clicked her teeth shut and then quietly closed the door. How did she forget that?
Saitama jolted awake, the sleepiness he felt waned and threw a look over the shoulder, "Huh?" Had she said something to him?
It was on days likes these that she wished Genos used a product that she could have as well. Stupid metal fiber hair!
So much for that. Her hair isn't going to be pretty, but at least it would be clean and it's nothing a little elastic band couldn't fix. Pulling a spare dry towel from a bar rack upon the wall, she folded it across the cover of the toilet. Dropping to her knees she popped the straps of her bra, "Clothes, clothes..." She murmured, drawing the bag to her direction.
A nimble hand tugged on the tab and pulled it, invoking a loud unzipping sound, and the dusty-looking rolled fabrics spilling from the backpack. Kagome steadied them with a free hand, her eyes criticizing, "Damn, they don't really look that clean..." A green-streaked strand of her hair dropped in her line of vision, "...still cleaner than bug guts though." Her expressions fell into that of defeat, she dug through the content of her backpack, for appropriate attire for cooking. She huffed with a triumph, fishing out a large black t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts, both merely dusty and in need of some paddling.
With a quick trek to outside Saitama's apartment to do just that she gave the clothes another look over. She looked up and saw the skyline of the abandoned buildings. Kagome shivered at the lack of lights from any windows, save for Saitama's. It was creepy...but also lonely. She turned her attention back to the door left ajar and saw the globe of Saitama's head and frowned again. It became obvious to her that Saitama was isolating himself.
She slumped, tucking her clothes into her arms and made her way back to the bathroom, having made sure the entrance door was secured close.
Saitama must've heard the ruckus she made but never once looked back, absorbed by his television show.
With the somewhat clean clothes stacked underneath the towel Kagome rolled her shoulders, tugged her clothes loose and proceeded to take her shower.
With Saitama he was fighting of his sleepiness, hunger and that one constant thought that was brewing in his head, "Genos actually had a girl who actually managed to put up with his shit...?" Never mind the fact that Genos was essentially a robot, in which Saitama did not think one lick of. Instead he was having troubles grasping the fact that a girl who could tolerant his ridiculous rambling and some other odd habits to the point of being his girlfriend who cared enough to apologize for Genos' behalf.
What a lucky bastard.
At some point his complaining brain had gone into the direction of, how did they meet and end up as a couple? It was a curiosity and now that he thought more about it, Saitama did recalled Genos mentioning her the first time he went into his long speech about himself.
"Miraculously I survived, but just barely. If it wasn't for the love of my life, Kagome, my now girlfriend, who kept me at the brink of life until Doctor Kuseno came by, I would be dead. Doctor Kuseno was a doctor for justice...
"When you saved my life, as Kagome and Doctor Kuseno had once done, it increased my already heavy sense of responsibility..."
Saitama was a bit impressed with himself that he could actually remember Genos' introduction tangent. Still...no wonder he was so fretful over the disappearance of Kagome. Not only was she his girlfriend, she saved his life too. That small bit of respect he felt for her before grew a little more. Though, he doubted that, that was how they first met.
He caught the sound of the bathroom door creaking open and Saitama turned his back to see Kagome stepping outside with her yellow bag. A black t-shirt practically swallowed her body whole, with her damp black hair curtaining a ring of wetness around her shoulders, "Give me a minute. I'll get started on your dinner soon." She gave an apologetic smile, "Trying to figure out where to put this thing..." Kagome lifted her backpack, with a sweeping turn of her attention searching for an open spot she could put it down on.
Saitama threw a finger to a corner inside his living room, "Put it there." He placed the hand back on his head, returning his gaze to his television.
"Ah, thank you." She murmured, her presence was so light Saitama didn't realize she was in his space until a yellow color caught the corner of his eyes earlier.
Kagome popped the elastic band onto her wrist before she took it off to gather together her hair. Knowing her hair she had to put it into a ponytail before it could frizzle and be turned into a disaster. She didn't even dry her hair all the way because of how it was.
Stepping inside the kitchen she murmured, tossing the towel on her head to prevent it from spoiling her cooking, "Okay, let's see..." With a quick wipe down of her hands she dove into the fridge and grabbed a carton, "Eggs, eggs...Oh good grief! Genos, how many did you buy?!" She recoiled at the sight of one shelf being taken over by cartons and cartons of eggs, before she shook off her shock, "...Oh I see ketchup and mayonnaise..." The said products were placed among side of various condiments and jars inside the shelves lining up within the door.
Saitama turned onto his back, blinking at Kagome fretting about and catching her muttering, "Noodles got to be good too...Gotta cook it though...Hmm, hmm. A pan and a pot...Eggs for this and noodles for that..." He sat up, staring owlishly at her confidence into her cooking, and there was a sound of running water, "Any salad oil? Ah ha! There it is!"
He was so enraptured by her energy that even the sizzles sounded like music to him, "What are you making?" Saitama couldn't hold back his curious tongue. It was starting to smell so good.
"Fried noodles-stuffed omelet*!" Kagome chirped, "I figured it'd be okay to go for that since you have so many eggs...What's better way to use a lot of eggs with minimal ingredients than good ol' stuffed omelets?" She grinned at Saitama through the opening, "...you don't mind stuffed omelets do you?" Kagome gave a tiniest downturn of a frown, stilling her motions.
Saitama shook his head so quick he gave himself a small headache, "No, no! I like them fine! It smells so good too..." He stopped himself when he felt a small bit of drool coming out of his mouth.
Kagome giggled, relieved that she made a decent pick of the night, "Oh that's good. I know it's not something people makes at home but I like making them!" She paused with a considering thought, "Then again, I liked cooking a lot of things." Grabbing a utensil she stirred the noodles, an embarrassed undertone swept into her voice, "I don't know how my cooking is, I've only cooked for two people and myself." Kagome admitted, clanging the spatula against the lip of the pot, "I don't really have any unbiased reviews either, so I hope you'll like them."
Saitama blinked, though a bit annoyed that Kagome apparently picked up similar habit as Genos for rambling, "Two people?"
"Genos and Doctor Kuseno." She rolled over the egg over the handful of noodles in its center.
"Ah," Saitama inhaled the delicious scent, "well I don't mind trying your cooking. So far it's got a pretty good impression."
She grabbed a plate from the overhanging rack, biting back her pride from gleaming out, "Almost done! I'll need to make one for myself and Genos whenever he gets here..." Kagome murmured. At least she already cooked plenty of noodles to spare, "If you want more, please let me know!" She transferred over her near completed work neatly onto the plate from the saucepan and placed it down on the counter-top, to finish it off with generous amount of twisting lines of ketchup and mayonnaise, "Tadah!" She showed it off to Saitama.
Saitama perked up at this and waited eagerly for his meal by taking his spot at the table. Kagome delivered it to the table with a set of chopsticks and a napkin. He grinned, "Itadakimasu.*" Saitama bowed to Kagome, expressing his thanks.
She smiled in turn, before a realization dawned on her, "Oh, shoot, I forgot to make you some tea!" Kagome slumped, bumping a fist into her temple, "Sorry, Saitama-sama. I totally forgot..."
"Nah, nah, it's okay." Saitama tore a piece of the omelet off, "I don't mind a cup of water." He bit into it and Kagome awaited his response, her hands twisting at her elbows. His eyes widened and she paled, fearing for her cooking skills. Silence stretched between them.
"Saitama-sama...?" The oven was still on and she was becoming afraid for Saitama's life.
Before she knew it he inhaled the entire meal. Kagome stared at the empty plate wide-eyed when it hovered before her face, "More please?" Saitama looked very...pleased, "It was very delicious."
"You..." Kagome coughed into a sputtering fit, "just beat Genos..." She took the plate, red-faced, "Um, excuse me. Second and third helpings for everybody I guess?" Kagome whispered, uncertain on what just occurred a moment prior.
"It was really good!" Saitama was star-struck. He could see why Genos was so protective over her now. Her cooking was godly! "Did you do anything different to it? I had stuffed omelets before, but yours are out of this world!"
Muffling her giggle, she slipped in a small smile, "Not really. I just followed the recipes and played with the amount of each ingredient," Kagome gave a visible shrug, "Though it's always best to have more ingredients on hand. That way you can add your own 'flair' into the meal." She placed a hand on her hip and pointed her finger as if she were speaking a great secret to him, "Think of cooking as an expression of yourself. There are certain ingredients that people like to use. Take pancakes for example. I prefer to use vanilla and almond extract in the batter. It enriches the flavor while giving it a very distinct 'fingerprint' that only I have done." She smirked a little bit, "You have to play with how flavors taste together. Took a while but I think I finally managed to find a balance between certain mixtures for my pancakes."
"I want your pancakes." Saitama murmured absently.
She turned around and gave him a genuine smile, happy that someone else outside of Doctor Kuseno and Genos enjoyed her cooking. "Give me a few minutes. I'll make some more." She spotted the teapot from its spot inside the drying rack, "I'll make the tea too!"
"Yes, yes, that will be nice." He decided he wanted her over as much as possible, to cook for him. Shouldn't be too hard considering she was Genos' girlfriend. Speaking of which, Saitama frowned, remembering how often Genos would try to cook meals for him, "You'd think Genos would have learned from you...but his cooking is just," he twisted his face into that of disgust and shuddered at the memory of the last meal Genos made, "I don't even know how to word it!" The cyborg's cooking was eligible, but a bit hard to stomach, to say at least.
Kagome gave a hissing sound of wince, "Yeah, there's a pretty good reason why I banned him from the kitchen." There was an audible sound of triple crack of eggs, "I'm so sorry you went through Genos' cooking, Saitama-sama. He meant well!"
Saitama snorted. She wasn't wrong though. Genos had good intentions, but he was simply lousy with all things spices...especially salt and pepper. "I'm still alive, that's all that matters." Kagome chuckled at that before continuing on her effort to produce more helpings for him.
Relaxing his hunches he admired Kagome's fluidity in the kitchen, "Say," Saitama felt a want to keep her as his personal chef as often as possible and made a mental checklist for good ingredients at great bargain for her to use, "what's good, cheap recipes with eggs? There's going to be a sale in few days at my supermarket."
Kagome hummed, "I wouldn't know about bargains since Genos usually is the one that buys the ingredients at my request," she admitted, now clamping some noodles onto the omelet while racking her mind for the recipes, "but, chicken, bonito soup stock, soy sauce, sweet sake, potato starch, garlic chives, sesame oil, dried hijiki...uhhh, what else for eggs..." She pondered aloud, "soybeans...demi-glace sauce...Hmmm, hmm..." Kagome folded the omelet, "I don't remember much else, if we were to want to keep the egg recipes simple. There's more, if you want to try more complicated recipes. These take longer though."
Saitama noted all of these ingredients before nodding, "I think I have some of them. I'll look for the rest if they're on sale." He tilted his head backward, "Interesting and these are from the top of your head?"
"Well, yes. I can't deny it's fun to make a twist with common recipes!" Kagome grinned, before becoming distracted, propping the latest work to a plate, "Ah, that one's done...four more to go..."
And then there became a comfortable silence between the two of them.
He didn't like giving up. He loathed giving up, but his Kagome wasn't anywhere in sight. And his sensei hadn't called!
But there was no other option but to turn back to his sensei's apartment. Perhaps he was right, Kagome may have been circling around his area, looking for him. If that was the case though shouldn't Saitama have found her by now and contacted him?
A sudden chill took over. Oh no...what if something happened to Kagome and she couldn't defend herself?!
He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed his sensei's number. It rang thrice before the bald man managed to pick it up.
"Sensei! Have you seen her?" He interrogated frantically.
There were shifts of noises and an exasperated sigh. He was going to press for more answers when an all too familiar voice came in through the mouth piece, "I'm just fine Genos. I only arrived her a little while ago. I've made dinner so why don't you come on back home?" There was a pause as he heard shuffle with a few items. "Oh and please stop burning down the town. I don't think that's a very becoming thing to do, especially if you want to seek justice." Kagome teased.
For the first time Genos turned around to survey the damage he'd done in his panicked state. Buildings were scorched and plant life burned brilliantly against the scarlet sky. Black plumes of smoke rose from the ground high into the air. He felt a sweat dropping from his temple.
He wanted to pretend the destruction wasn't caused by him, but his morality would eat him alive and he didn't wish to disappoint his girlfriend and sensei, "Fine, but first I have to fix the damage I caused. I'll see you when I get home." He hung up the phone after hearing a gentle confirmation falling from those beloved lips of hers. Golden eyes glared at the mess laid before him. Well this sucked.
And he wanted to run right into Kagome's arms too...
Saitama chewed on the last piece of his meal, eyeing Genos' waiting plate. Oh but he wanted more! With a huff well aware he was asking enough from Kagome as it is, he dropped his chopsticks on his own plate and clapping his hands, "Thanks for the meal, Kagome-san."
She grinned at his gratitude, pausing the hand that was rising to her mouth, "Not a problem! Been a while since I've cooked something like this." Grabbing the bite from the chopsticks, she began to pick apart her dinner, "'side it's the least I can do for housing Genos, as I've said before."
He waved it off, "Naa, naa, it's nice to have some company," Saitama admitted, "his motor mouth can put me to sleep." He stopped the smile from brightening his expression when he heard Kagome giggling.
"He does talk a lot, doesn't he?" She couldn't prevent the apologetic tone from steeping in, "Genos was always like that though..." Kagome's thought wandered away as she pulled another piece from her eggs.
"Hm," Saitama decided he didn't much like the silence stretching from between him and his latest guest, "how did you two meet anyway?"
She stilled at his question, her meal all mushy and soft in her mouth laying across her tongue with that disgusting sensation she couldn't even begin to describe, before remembering to shallow it whole with an audible gulp. Kagome laid across her chopsticks upon the plate, carefully arranging it so to not touch her still warm eggs. She then folded her hands upon her laps, while pulling in her bottom lips, lost on how to answer Saitama's question, "Umm, well..."
He rubbed his head, sensing that perhaps it wasn't a question to ask, when silence stretched just a tad too long from her, "Eh, well, don't worry abou-"
"No, no, it's fine," Kagome stopped him from backpedaling, and resigned with a sigh, "it's just that I'm not even sure how to explain it, Saitama-san."
"Eh?" Saitama blinked, "What was so complicated about it? Didn't Genos mention at some point that you two were childhood friends or something?" He was surprised he even remembered that tad bit, a bit reeling at himself.
Kagome nodded, "Hm, yes, that is...right, yes." Her shoulders bent with invisible weight, "That's...the problem. I...actually don't remember that."
"Eh?" He must've sounded dumb with another 'eh' twice in a row, "Say what now?"
She laughed weakly, clapping her hands together, in a poor excuse to lighten the atmosphere she'd caused, "It's sad, isn't it? I have amnesia!"
Saitama blinked again, his face so plain Kagome couldn't distinguish any telling emotion from him, "...well that sucks. You," he picked up his cup and sipped the tea Kagome finally made at last minute for him, with indescribable grace, just a drop slipping in between his lips, "don't remember anything at all?"
"I..." she gave a defeated shake of her head, "No, nothing going past four years. It's weird, isn't it?" Kagome poked at her eggs, or what little of it left, "Genos had a ton of pictures of us as little kids though, and I can...kind of remembered what he liked and didn't like, before he...well," she peered up, still seeing that same disturbingly calm face, "you know, lost his body." Her appetite lost, she pushed the plate away a few inches, "Doctor thinks it was the trauma of the loss of my entire family that caused it, but I still couldn't remember anything before that tragedy four years ago."
Saitama sipped his tea again, not really tasting the grand effort Kagome had placed into it, and thought, oh brother a sob story. It wasn't something new to him, having many strangers, Genos included, spilling their sad tales to him out of blue—someone who couldn't be anymore care less. But the lacking emotions behind these words didn't meet what he felt inside his chest. Pity.It was first emotion he had felt in a long time, and Saitama found it bothering him. He didn't know if he should be glad that he wasn't an empty husk of a human being like he expected, or guilty that that tingle of an emotion was spun by this small girl who was only a few years his junior.
He softly returned his cup, and glanced up, "I'm sorry." Saitama simply said. There was nothing else he could have offered.
Kagome shook her head again, smiling a little, "It's alright. Genos took real good care of me." She giggled, her face flushing a touch of pink at the thought of her boyfriend, "It's weird, but he was in love with me since forever and I just never knew until two years ago."
"Oh?" Gladdened that Kagome didn't have that air of melancholy floating around her like a pregnant rain cloud, Saitama opted to let her continue, "Genos didn't strike me as a..." he cocked his head in thought, "a lovey dovey material?"
"You wouldn't be more wrong." Kagome grinned over her cup, the tea warming her hands and lips, "He always was a bit on the quiet side, but he was a very devoted character. Guess that bit him in the butt since I gave him a lot of hell, back then, apparently!" She gave an embarrassed choke at the recent memory of Genos bemoaning her oblivious nature spanning all the way back to her early childhood.
Saitama really couldn't visualize Genos being any less than serious, and found himself curious, "Really?"
She dropped her head into an enthusiastic nod, "Yup! I was soooo clueless too, now that I think of it!" Kagome snorted into her drink, "So, there were a lot of hi-jinks between us back then—and Genos was—and is, the jealous type."
"Seriously? He never came across that way to me." He mumbled, again finding himself wondering if he should be interested or not. Spotting Kagome's unfinished plate, he dropped a finger to it, "Can I finish that?"
Kagome raised an brow, "Uhh, sure, I guess." She slid it towards Saitama, ignoring that twinge of discomfort at sharing her germs with a stranger—but it would be wasting food otherwise. "Oh, yeah, he does a pretty good job being all serious and intimidating—," at that she paused, reaching her conclusion and nodded, "and I guess he is both serious and intimidating." Rubbing her arms together and rested them on the table, she gave away a soft laugh as Saitama devoured the rest of her supper, "But with me he is sweet as can be, you know? Spoil me rotten with things I didn't really need, but appreciated."
Genos is a sugar daddy? Saitama had to stop a chortle at imagining Genos wearing a pimp hat and purple leopard-furred coat. It was a ridiculous imagery and now it couldn't leave his head. With his formidable will he shut that picture up for another day when he need the most cheering up.
It wasn't like it wasn't inappropriate either—Genos did have money after all.
"How did you two actually officially ended up together anyway?" Anything to lock that image up, Saitama decided that listening to the girl chattering on was the better option than dealing with the silence.
At that Kagome pressed a side of her face into her hand, complementing the question, "Hmm, well, it was because of his jealousy, you can say, that opened up my eyes to his feelings for me." She shifted to her tea, to warm her hand, "I went out on a date with some cute guy I met and Genos didn't take it so well." She moved her legs to a more comfortable pose, and tugged on the shirt, frowning at the speck of dust still on it, "Apparently the dude was going to grope me-"
Saitama quirked a brow, sipping his tea, "Does that happen a lot?" Kagome was definitely not his type, but still, she was attractive enough to warrant the undesirable traits from men. He was sad to say he wasn't surprised with those who shared the same gender as he.
"...Yes." She admitted, realizing Saitama wasn't blind to her ongoing dilemma, "Had that happening to me fairly recently too." Kagome added, feeling a bit hot over that weird ninja wanna-be groping her breast. Not wanting to stew on that particular foul memory any longer than she wanted, she reflected the subject back to her reiterating her tale, "Anyway...Genos stopped him and then chased him off."
"Chased him off?" Saitama blinked, "How so?" He had a feeling he knew where this is going...
Kagome gave him a deadpanned stare, "He practically burned down the mall and threatened to tear his balls off and force feed it down the his throat." She cleared her throat, remembering just how annoyed she was at him for ruining yet another one of her dates.
"Oh." He murmured into his drink, not at all surprised somehow.
"Yeah, oh." She sighed, not at all disturbed. Kagome shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "Initially I was furious. I wanted to know what his problem was but then he told me pointblank." A smile spread across her lips as she stared into the green-dyed liquid of her tea, "He just pulled me aside to the ice cream cafe and said, 'I love you'. It was pretty out of blue to me but after that everything started to make sense."
Saitama decided he much liked hearing her chattering—it was much more pleasant than he'd assumed, having experienced the annoying screeching of typical high school girls back in his school days, "Sounds like romance."
She nearly snorted her nose off, "Not at first! I still gave him hell!" Kagome sniggered at her memories of multiple incidents, "We weren't official right off the bat. I still had to sort out how I felt about him, being, you know, the way he is." Saitama didn't miss the implications of Genos being a cyborg, and nodded his head to her to continue, "Genos put on a lot of shows.
"Genos put in a lot of effort. He became flashy, a bit..." Kagome stopped at that and shook her head, "Okay, pretty overbearing and generally intrusive. He was trying so hard to prove that he was good boyfriend material." She sighed lightly, "I love him dearly but during that time it became a bit too much. Eventually when he stopped feeling threatened by every little thing he was able to settle down a bit and that's how we first started dating." She curled her wrists, watching the way the liquid within her cup would roll from one side to the other serenely. Kagome laughed a bit, realizing she was probably over-reminiscing. But Saitama didn't seem to mind her rambling—probably a habit she had unfortunately borrowed from Genos.
"It's kind of funny really. It'd taken him nearly destroying a mall, killing a man and then prancing around like peacock for me to notice him." She grinned as she waved her hands in the air. "I didn't use to believe him when he told me that I was oblivious until he recounted how we got together. Now I think I might have to agree." She bent over to the amused Saitama with a hand over her mouth and whispered scandalously, "But you can't tell him that. He'd never let me live it down."
At that Saitama snorted, poorly concealing the hilarity he felt at Genos' expense, and made an imaginary cross over his chest with a finger, "Scout's honor."
Kagome huffed, "Ya better." But she said it with a grin.
"So, ever since then you two are a happy couple?" Saitama hummed, biting down that small spark of envy he felt bubbling up in his chest.
She hummed, nodding with her damp hair bouncing along with her, "Yup! ...Minus some recent bumps in the road." Kagome sighed.
He didn't miss the implications, and huffed, "Why in the world did he move out? Makes no sense..." Saitama muttered, but he wasn't fishing for answers. He noticed how cluttered the table was, missing the flash of pain from her eyes at his comment, "Aa, I should wash up." He had no clue how long it would take for Genos to pop back up.
"Oh, no, it's okay! I can do that!" Kagome lunged over the empty plates, but Saitama batted away her hands.
He fixed her a glare, "No, it's the rule of my house—whoever made the food, rests, and whoever ate the food, should wash up."
She huffed, but sat back down in her mat, crossing her arms, "Oh fine, captain—" Kagome almost said baldy and Saitama set her down with a glare, daring her to continue, immediately correcting herself, "Captain..." she finished weakly.
Saitama scoffed at her poor attempt, "Good thinking." He dropped a finger at that, before gathering together the empty plates, dirty disposable chopsticks, and took his own cup with. With a grace Kagome envied he rose to his feet and turned to his kitchen from the hallway. He left only Genos' barely warm plate alone, piled with the omelets with a still-packed chopsticks.
Kagome can hear the water running, and some noisy cluttering of the glass. She was content to just let the silence to settle between them, but it seemed that Saitama had thought otherwise.
"So, you lost your apartment, right?" Kagome winced at his question, something that he actually missed this time over his latest chore.
Exhaling a huge breath of air, she wasn't sure how to answer, "I...I don't have any idea. I don't have any money to get another place." She relaxed on the floor, with her hands holding up her weight, "I was hoping Genos...could help me this time." Kagome had a strange feeling she knew what would his answer be—but how would that work? There was no space!
"That's a bummer," Saitama murmured, switching off the running faucet, "I'm sure you'll figure something out." He shook his hands, flickering water off of it as he let the plates to soak with the egg-caked skillet, before he wiped them down on his shirt. He was too lazy to fetch a towel.
She chewed on her lips, "So, would it be alright if—"
THUD THUD THUD SKIDDDDDD CRASH
Kagome clasped her face, and drew out a sigh, "Ooooh boy." There was no way she didn't recognize the faraway sounds. Saitama simply stared at the door, after arriving to his living room.
THUD THUD CRASHHHH SKIDDDD
"Kagome!" The door banged open, leaving a crack in the adjacent wall, to the huffing Genos.
He stilled, his eyes locking onto his girlfriend's form.
"Kagome!" Genos cried out. He shot across the apartment so quickly that she was nearly thrown off balance when his arms circled around her waist, "Thank goodness!" He sighed into her neck. His fingers gripped into the fabric of her shirt tighter. He lifted his face and roughly slammed his lips against hers.
Her eyes widened. She tried not to get too carried away as she could still see Saitama's displeased expression peering at them from over Genos' shoulder. Kagome pushed her hands against her boyfriend's shoulders, "I don't thinnnkkk this is a good idea right now..." She looked between him and Saitama.
Genos paused as the realization clicked and he nearly flustered.
"Oh…"
After prostrating himself before Saitama with endless counts of apologies for such a public display of affection, Genos had proceeded to devour his cold meal—in spite of Kagome's protests to microwave it first—to allow Saitama to relax a bit after the scene he'd caused.
"Are you going to fix that hole in the wall?" Saitama complained, unable to ignore the great big crack that now decorated his hallway.
Genos stopped the shame from overtaking his expression, channeling it into a hand he used to flex one of Kagome's thighs—being kept underneath the table from Saitama's sight, "Yes, sensei, I will remedy it shortly."
He huffed, "Good." Saitama dropped back down to his spot, now fumbling with a remote control with his face clearly showing his thinking process. He was considering watching his television, rather than to be bothered with the couple that now overtook his home.
Genos and Kagome's eyes met, and he gave a silent nod at her furrowing brows. He inhaled, and for the first time in a long while, he felt nervous, "Sensei!"
Saitama scratched the itch on his head, wishing again Genos wouldn't call him sensei—such an annoying title to have, "Yeah?"
"Would you consider having Kagome staying with us for a time being?"
He blinked, "Was there any other choice? It's not my place to kick her out when she's got nowhere else to go." His eyes then narrowed, not missing where one of Genos' arms had been, "However I do have a few specific rules."
There was a sense of doom Genos didn't like, as he awaited for his sensei to name these rules.
"No dirty monkey dances in my home!" Saitama was flustered red with his announcement. Ah there was that stab in Genos' mechanical heart, while Kagome looked suspiciously relieved, "And I absolutely do not want to see anyone naked!" He pointed to his floor, emphasizing his apartment, "I know I've a tiny home, but it's still no excuse!"
Before Genos could open his mouth, Saitama was quick to shoot down his hopes and dreams, "And when I said no dirty monkey dances, that is also including my bathroom! So, take your dirty monkey dances out of my apartment!"
Genos picked up a hand to squint his pointer finger and thumb together, "Not even—?"
"Not even a little!" He retorted, "Not even down the hallway!" Saitama threw his hand over to his door, still with the evidence of Genos' most recent damages.
Disappointment slammed into his heart like an anvil and Genos mumbled, tipping at his waist, at which Kagome copied to express her gratitude, "Understood. We will aside your rules. Thank you, sensei."
"And, I do expect Kagome will be the one cooking during her duration of stay." Saitama added, picking at his teeth with a toothpick he had on hand, "If the lady don't mind?" He paused his teeth cleaning and raised a brow at Kagome, who blinked at his response.
She nodded, surprised, while ignoring Genos' molesting her leg, "Sure, I can do that. It's the least I can do." It had been a while since she had cooked on daily basis...what with their 'errands' and all.
Saitama clapped his hands, now pleased with the easy agreements, "Great! Now, I'm going to settle in for the night. You guys can go talk or something, I dunno. We'll figure out the rest tomorrow." He turned away and flapped a hand, finally clicking on his television to resume his catching up on his show.
All Genos could do was to pout in Kagome's neck after he dragged her onto his lap, encircling his arms around her form into a tight embrace. He had not once spoiled his emotions outside of this, that Saitama could hear. While Kagome discreetly rolled her eyes and absently patted his arms, sighing, "I missed you too."
They were shifting through Kagome's bag, so to pull her clothes aside for Genos to wash at a later date, when they ran into a familiar, bulky object. Genos fished it out, and held it for a long moment. Kagome shook her head at him, but continued shifting through her bag.
Genos stared at the box in his hands.
"It survived?"
She shrugged, folding a brightly-colored shirt down on her lap, "For the most part. The pirate one is gone though. Got busted up a bit."
He shook the container lightly, hearing the distinct sounds of metal pieces shaking together. "I'll look at it tomorrow." Genos placed it next to the basket that was quickly becoming filled up with the dirty laundry.
She rolled her shoulders from stiffness she felt, "Good because I'm tired and need to sleep." Kagome gave her boyfriend a pointed glare when she noticed his eyes lit up, "Real sleep. Not your version of sleep." Besides, they were banned from doing the 'dirty monkey dances' as Saitama so crudely put it, in the close precinct of his apartment. Pressing together her thighs she had to stop a wince when something still burned from the inside of her loins—carpet burns, gotta love it!
Saitama, who had apparently been forgotten during the whole conversation, slapped a hand to his forehead. Why'd he have to take in a couple of horny teenagers? This world was a cruel one.
—End of Chapter 4
*12000 yens=about $100, Don't forget, this fanfiction operates on Japanese yen, not American money. Six digits are still about hundreds to 4-digited thousands in American money, (ex. 100,000 Yen equals to 820.48 American Dollar) which is typically not enough to afford a half-decent place—assuming OPM's Earth operates in similar fashions like Japan. Probably higher if fewer monsters/villains frequent through the area of chosen residence. Poor Kagome had a bad run of luck here.
*Otherwise known as Omu-yakisoba in Japanese! It's pretty basic as far as ingredients goes. You'd just use 3 eggs and fried noodles (though I'm not sure which kind of fried noodles, I think yakisoba?) done with salad/vegetable oil and finished it off with two lines of ketchup and mayonnaise. It's not done often at home, but instead are more popular with restaurants and street stalls. I don't think I'm accurate with cooking this in this story, so do feel free to correct me.
*Before eating, Japanese people say "itadakimasu," a polite phrase meaning "I receive this food." This expresses thanks to whoever worked to prepare the food in the meal. (cited: web-japan dot org)
All of the recipes I've found for simple Japanese egg recipes are here: (j-simplerecipes dot com)
A/N: Ahhhhhh, I'm so sorry for the super late update! I had been so unmotivated lately. Hopefully a long chapter would make up for it. Sorry it was so dialogue-heavy though, but an necessary evil to pave a way to the next chapter!
Oh geez, I had this one sitting on my laptops for a very long time now, because I was so distracted with life and welllll...Consequences, my latest work. It's Young JusticexInuYasha crossover fanfiction, if you're curious. I've been experimenting with my writing with it, and well, I've noticed that in this particular fanfiction, there's a big change in how I write now from 6 months before. So, uh, whoops? If it read differently when you reached after Genos getting the phone call from Saitama and Kagome scene, then that's probably why.
I didn't really feel up to task of editing it all—this is one absolute monster chapter! X.x I may come back to that one day, but no promises. Anyway, please review and let me know what you think of this update!
Ps: Sorry about the delay, it was supposed to be up a while ago, but my beta reader took a vacation and I wanted to wait so Ordinary can be half-decent for you guys.
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