Pancakes: FuumaKamui // X/1999
Title: Pancakes
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X/1999
Pairing: Fuuma x Kamui
Summary: Fuuma comes home to find a mess in the kitchen and a surprise on the table.
Notes: Was written in 11 minutes this time. XD To another prompt from kaneha: "blueberry pancakes". As you can see, I am incredibly creative with my titles.
For fireblazie. ♥
Fuuma came home to find the house in total disarray. There were plastic grocery bags littered along the hallway, an (empty, thankfully) carton of eggs on the couch, and torn pieces of paper (it looked suspiciously like a receipt) scattered on the table. Fuuma chose not to look at that too closely.
He cautiously walked further in the (usually immaculately clean) apartment and with a deep breath, scrunched his eyes closed and pushed himself into the kitchen.
Chaos. Absolute chaos.
There was no words to describe what the kitchen - his beautiful, spotless kitchen! - looked like at the moment, but at least Fuuma had some idea as to the culprit.
"Kamui!" He yelled, not seeing the slim, impetuous boy anywhere. But Fuuma knew he was in the house, for he had seen Kamui's ratty, well-worn shoes in the closet (looking like they'd been kicked in, no less!).
Fuuma glared at the mess in the sink, on the counters, left in the fridge, on the floor even, as if it would clean itself. It wouldn't, of course.
Kamui would.
The older boy turned in a full circle, inspecting with a cringe how much damage had been wrought. It was then when he noticed it.
It being a plate of messily stacked pancakes, some with chocolate chips and some with blueberries, if the blueish fingerprint smuges on the fridge were any indication. There was also a nice small pitcher of maple syrup standing beside the plate, as if inviting Fuuma to partake in its gooey, sticky sweetness.
Kamui knew Fuuma adored blueberry pancakes with maple syrup more than anything.
His eyes a little less wary and more surprised, Fuuma made to walk towards the plate of loveliness when he stepped on something small and hard. It was a chocolate chip.
Actually, it was many chocolate chips. There was a small pile near the table with the pancakes and then, how curious, a row of chips leading out of the kitchen and...
Fuuma picked up the plate of pancakes and pitcher of syrup and followed the chips to the bedroom door, where, he guessed with a smirk, his culprit was waiting.
Apparently, cleaning could wait a day or two (or five).
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: X/1999
Pairing: Fuuma x Kamui
Summary: Fuuma comes home to find a mess in the kitchen and a surprise on the table.
Notes: Was written in 11 minutes this time. XD To another prompt from kaneha: "blueberry pancakes". As you can see, I am incredibly creative with my titles.
For fireblazie. ♥
Fuuma came home to find the house in total disarray. There were plastic grocery bags littered along the hallway, an (empty, thankfully) carton of eggs on the couch, and torn pieces of paper (it looked suspiciously like a receipt) scattered on the table. Fuuma chose not to look at that too closely.
He cautiously walked further in the (usually immaculately clean) apartment and with a deep breath, scrunched his eyes closed and pushed himself into the kitchen.
Chaos. Absolute chaos.
There was no words to describe what the kitchen - his beautiful, spotless kitchen! - looked like at the moment, but at least Fuuma had some idea as to the culprit.
"Kamui!" He yelled, not seeing the slim, impetuous boy anywhere. But Fuuma knew he was in the house, for he had seen Kamui's ratty, well-worn shoes in the closet (looking like they'd been kicked in, no less!).
Fuuma glared at the mess in the sink, on the counters, left in the fridge, on the floor even, as if it would clean itself. It wouldn't, of course.
Kamui would.
The older boy turned in a full circle, inspecting with a cringe how much damage had been wrought. It was then when he noticed it.
It being a plate of messily stacked pancakes, some with chocolate chips and some with blueberries, if the blueish fingerprint smuges on the fridge were any indication. There was also a nice small pitcher of maple syrup standing beside the plate, as if inviting Fuuma to partake in its gooey, sticky sweetness.
Kamui knew Fuuma adored blueberry pancakes with maple syrup more than anything.
His eyes a little less wary and more surprised, Fuuma made to walk towards the plate of loveliness when he stepped on something small and hard. It was a chocolate chip.
Actually, it was many chocolate chips. There was a small pile near the table with the pancakes and then, how curious, a row of chips leading out of the kitchen and...
Fuuma picked up the plate of pancakes and pitcher of syrup and followed the chips to the bedroom door, where, he guessed with a smirk, his culprit was waiting.
Apparently, cleaning could wait a day or two (or five).