Alphabet Challenge: K, Kuchen
Author:
hanakoanime
Medium: Fanfiction
Fandom: Bleach
Love list: Lazy Sunday
Warnings: N/A
Summary: It really shocked Renji to see his commander bake.
Notes: Kuchen is the German word for cake, I believe. *has thought it to be kitchen for a long time*
He was sure what it was, but he scented it. A sweet, almost too sweet, scent wafted into the room, confusing him, but he didn’t comment on it-nothing was worse than being on the receiving end of Kuchiki’s wrath.
Almost on an impulse, one that he’d always follow, he found himself getting up, and checking the kitchen, amused beyond belief to see his commander baking for once. Sure, he’d seen his “friends” (a term used vaguely) cooking in the same kitchen-he said something about annoying brothers-but he never expected ByakuyaKuchiki… baking… in the same frilly outfit as his comrade.
He racked his brain for the word that his teammate used when explaining what he was doing, but it wasn’t coming to him. In his stupor, he failed to notice the slight smirk on the superior’s face, or the questioning look that soon followed.
‘Was it kitchen? No… Maybe… he said it was a German word. Fuck if I know any words in any other language other than English! Then again, that British guy… Kirkland… always complained about me and his lover speaking in English because we butchered the words.’ He shook his head, and he would’ve chuckled had it not been for the fact that Byakuya (Kuchiki, he insisted on being called) spoke up.
“What are you doing Abarai?” It was annoying, being referred to by his family name-in the US, people were referred to by their first names. Of course, since Byakuya Kuchiki was raised as a Japanese person would have been, he insisted on being called by his surname, and expected his subordinates to do the same. In fact, he’s almost certain that the only one who ever got away with calling him by his first name was Gilbert Beilschmidt, and that was only because they were of the same rank.
“It’s nothing,” he answered vaguely, his eyes wandering to the pastry once again. He couldn’t quite see what it was-Byakuya had covered it for some reason-but it was interesting, the unknown. He was also curious as to what had his commander so occupied that he ignored a fight between Francis and Arthur.
If there was one thing he knew, it was that Kuchiki and Ludwig (ironically, he was Gilbert’s brother) always broke the two apart before the fighting could escalate into actual bloodshed. This time, however, the other was too busy baking, and the Beilschmidts were being forced to attend a family gathering, from what he heard.
From what he saw, the two stopped fighting when Alfred hopped in, declaring that he was a hero. It only fueled Arthur’s anger, and Francis joined him in verbally attacking Al-they always did that to the third party that would unintentionally (or it was usually unintentional) get involved through various means-some would make one innocent comment, and the two would team up against that third person.
As he contemplated on looking, just peaking around his commander, he felt a presence behind him. Quickly whirling around, he saw Gilbert Beilschmidt with that creepy grin (though not as creepy as Francis’ one). “I didn’t know you able to make Kuchen.”