A Japanese Weresheep in Mutsuba Town
Author's Note: Time for a new pairing! Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Yu-Gi-Oh! GO RUSH! series.
Pairing: Developing Yuhi x Chupataro.
Summary:
There are some forms of alien activity even MIK turns a blind eye to. The truly alien activity between Chupataro and Ohdo Yuhi, for instance.
Chapter 39: Cooking with Chupa
"Wow, they really did get everything fixed down here! The electricity! The gas! Check it out, Chupataro! I can flip this switch on and off like crazy, and it won't fry the lights!"
"No, but you might burn off your eyebrows, chupa! That's the master switch for the salamander, not the lights, chupa!"
"Oh. Ahaha. Lemme make sure this is in the off position, then!" Yuhi did, and then backed way up.
"The Alien Residential Area is smaller than Mutsuba Town, so it's not that remarkable the Rovian Bandits have everything up and running again sooner, chupa."
"She runs a tight ship, that Rovian!"
"But since she and Yuna are out at the couples' doubles Rush Duel tennis competition, we'll borrow Badloon Castle's kitchen for a bit, chupa!"
"Just be careful not to break anything, please! I promised Menjaburo we'd put everything back in its place when we're done!"
"You're telling Chupa that, chupa? After you nearly burned the kitchen down? We haven't even started cooking yet, chupa!"
"I don't need you to remind me I'm a doofus every now and then, Chupataro!"
"No? It's entertaining, cabra!"
"Just be careful!"
"Aye aye, chupa! Are you afraid Rovian is gonna have her Macho Minotaur gore you with his horns, chupa?"
"It's not Rovian I'm afraid of. It's Yuna!"
"Her? Since when are you afraid of her, chupa? You two are like archrivals out for blood, chupa!"
"You heard how ballistic she was on TV! She's in one of her moods! I can hold my own when she's sorta PO'd, but not when she's like that!"
"Chuchuchuchuchu."
"It was bothering me on the ride over here, but can you cook, Chupataro? Something edible, I mean."
"Define 'edible,' cabra."
"Just as I thought…I should've bought takeout from Under-Underground Town instead! Y'know what? I think I will! See ya!" Yuhi swivelled around rigidly with one leg in the air, goose-stepping for the door.
"Wait, wait, wait! Chupa was messing with you, chupa! Chupa's grandfather owned a Wafu dining restaurant, chupa! Chupa used to help out when Chupa was a hatchling, and learned watching him, cabra!"
"From Chupadaira Chupayasu-san?"
Cue the requisite flashback to Chupataro's even earlier childhood, of him juggling customers' food trays between his claws and being scolded by his exceedingly stern grandparent. Yuhi extrapolated this from the snippets Chupataro had divulged about his family, and his image of Chupataro's upbringing may not have had any truth to it with regards to Chupataro's real family history.
Yuhi knew only of Chupataro's father and grandfather. He wasn't privy to where they were or whether they were alive, whether Chupataro's mother was in the picture or alive, or why Chupataro was living by himself at the Black Goat Residence.
He could conclude chupacabras are like most lizards and abandon their young prior to them hatching (that would track with Chupataro living alone), except Chupataro claimed to have had a relationship with his relatives growing up.
"Well…Chupa's no five-star chef, but you won't lose your life eating Chupa's food, chupa!"
"But will I still take damage?" Yuhi laughed.
"Just for that, Chupa's making you a salad, chupa!"
"Eek! I take it back!" The meat lover ducked and covered.
Chupataro was satisfied with himself.
"What should we make?"
"Wafu pasta, chupa? Chupa knows Chupa saw spaghetti in here somewhere, chupa!" Chupataro pored through the steel shelves.
"They've got chicken!" Yuhi raided the fridge. "Let's use that!"
"Can you take care of chopping the meat and vegetables, chupa?"
"UTS!"
Yuhi washed and sliced up the chicken into thinner morsels. Chupataro got a pot of water boiling, mashed some garlic, and pulled apart some shimeji mushrooms. He seasoned the chicken in a bowl once Yuhi was done cutting, threw it in a pan with oil over the stove, and turned the chicken over in the pan with the garlic, adding the mushrooms after the chicken changed colour from pink to white. Yuhi cut shallots that Chupataro then threw in as well, and Chupataro stirred and turned everything over in the pan until it was brown.
While Chupataro did that, he had Yuhi unpack the spaghetti into the boiling water to boil for eight minutes, stirring it around till it was cooked. Yuhi drained the water into the sink and Chupataro swept the spaghetti into his pan, combining the pasta with everything else, spooning in dashi and soy sauce, sprinkling salt and pepper, and blending thoroughly with a tranche of butter.
After plating, Chupataro strew yakinori over top as garnish.
There was exactly enough pasta for the two of them. Jusssst right!
They broke out the forks and spoons, saying their thanks and blowing on their wound-up whorls of spaghetti before taking their first bites. Yuhi slurped up a second bundle of spaghetti before he'd swallowed his first, smiling at Chupataro with "#3" eyes and full cheeks.
"So? Is Chupa's cooking 'edible' or not, chupa?" Chupataro elbowed Yuhi, even though Yuhi's smile held the answer.
"Ya didn't feed me delicious paper or important letters, so ya know your client, at least!"
Yuhi and Chupataro ate their plates clean. They scrubbed those, the pot, the pan, the bowl, cutting board, and their utensils, ensuring everything was where it should be before Chupataro made a show of where the accurate switch to switch off the lights was to Yuhi, switching them off.
On the subway back, Chupataro finally gave Yuhi that kiss he'd been sour he couldn't have (in his hair – an inoffensive compromise). The subway tunnel's overhead lamps flickered by in the windows behind them, Yuhi's fingers and Chupataro's robot's fingers interlocked on the seat.