Study Buddies! - Chapter 8
Title: Study Buddies!
Rating: T
Summary: The shinigami have to attend school while on their mission. Stupidity follows.
Disclaimer: I don't own a lot of things.
“Today we are going to be cooking spaghetti. I shall divide you into pairs and when we’re done, you shall give a sample of your dish to your classmates, for I highly doubt you won’t try and be creative with the recipe, and we shall judge them. And now, before we start cooking, I would like you to grab an apron,” Weth-sensei said, pointing at a pile consisting of mainly frilly flower patterned aprons.
Everyone made a mad dash to the pile to get an apron that was not frilly, which was a total of … three.
“Damn,” said Ikkaku and Renji. “I got a frilly apron.”
“So pretty,” said Yumichika, modeling the frilly piece of cloth.
Matsumoto just shrugged, not caring.
“So, what is this ‘spaghetti’ we’re cooking,” asked Rukia, also not caring if it was frilly.
“It’s a pasta dish from Italy,” said Ichigo with a look of ‘kill-me-now-cause-I’m-in-a-frilly-apron.’
Matsumoto turned to look at Hitsugaya and burst out laughing. The others turned, saw him, and started to laugh as well. For you see, Hitsugaya was a tad bit short for the apron, as it was pooled around his feet.
“Shut up! At least it isn’t frilly,” said Hitsugaya angrily. That shut up Ikkaku, Renji, and Ichigo.
“Attention please, class. I still need to put you into pairs,” said Weth-sensei. “Let’s see, we have Inoue and Matsumoto…” A squeal from those two. “Abarai and Kurosaki, Kuchiki and Ayasegawa, Madarame and Hitsugaya… (insert random names of no importance here). Alright, the recipe is on the tables, and you may begin cooking.”
--Orihime & Matsumoto--
“Who needs a recipe,” said Matsumoto as she tossed the recipe into the trash. “Let’s just be inventive!”
“Yeah!” agreed Orihime.
“Let’s go get some ingredients.”
“Yeah!”
--Renji & Ichigo--
“So, we need a kg of meat…” said Renji.
“That doesn’t seem right,” commented Ichigo.
“Well, that’s what it says!”
“Really?”
“Really. Anyways, half a onion, package of Italian seasoning, 500 g of Parmesan cheese, 1 ½ L of tomato paste, 2 L of water and a package of pasta. Did you measure them?”
“Yeah, but this doesn’t seem right.”
“Well, that’s what it says. We have to follow the recipe.”
--Rukia & Yumichika--
“Um…the measurements for the ingredients are in customary,” pointed out Yumichika.
“They are?” asked Rukia.
“Yeah.”
“So then we’ll just have to convert them to metric. Let’s see…one lb. is equal to .45 Kg, half a cup is 8 oz. which equals .24 L, 12 oz. is equal to .35 L and 2 cups is equal to a quart which equals .95 L. Okay, now we can measure the ingredients.”
“Um…sure,” agreed Yumichika who had been completely frazzled by the math Rukia just did.
--Hitsugaya & Ikkaku--
“Damn it all! These measurements are in that stupid customary system. We need metric, Hitsugaya, do you know how to convert to metric.”
“We don’t need to convert to metric.”
“Wha- Of course we do if we want to get the recipe right.”
“Or we could always use the customary measuring cups.”
“N-wait. Customary measuring cups? Where?”
“In the container labeled ‘customary measuring cups’ right next to the container labeled ‘metric measuring cups.’”
“Oh.”
“Now then, you cut up the onion and brown the meat.”
--O&M--
“And a little bit of this, oh, and some of this.”
“Hey, Matsumoto. What about this?”
“Yeah! We can’t forget that!”
--R&I--
“So, Ichigo, you work on the spaghetti noodles and I’ll make the sauce.”
“Why are you doing most of the work?”
“Cause.”
“Cause why?”
“Just cause.”
“Just cause why?”
“Because I said so!” snapped Renji as he waved his arm, which held a knife, at Ichigo. However, his grip on the knife wasn’t all that firm and so it slipped from his hands and flew over to Ikkaku and Hitsugaya’s table where it managed to slice a good chunk of Hitsugaya’s left pinkie. “Ah…Hitsugaya, um…I’m sorry…real….” Renji’s words were cutoff as Hitsugaya hit him up side the head with the butt of the knife used to cut his finger.
--R&Y--
“Okay then, sauce ingredients are in the pot. So know what, Rukia?”
“You let it simmer for 20 minutes and stir occasionally,” said Rukia as she poured the noodles into a pot of boiling water.
“How will we know when the noodles are done?”
“It says that the noodles should be done in about 12 minutes.”
“Okay.”
--H&I--
“Stupid Abarai, nearly cutting off my finger,” muttered Hitsugaya as he put a bandage on his finger. “It hurts, dammit all.”
“Eh, Hitsugaya, now what do we do?”
“Let the sauce simmer for 20 minutes. In the mean time, get some water to boil. And some olive oil.”
“Olive oil?”
“It will help the pasta not stick together.”
“Oh.”
--O&M--
“Yay! The sauce is done! Now to work on the noodles!”
“Hey, Matsumoto. I think we should make our own noodles, since we have time to do it!”
“Brilliant as ever, Orihime!” exclaimed Matsumoto as she hugged Orihime. “Now to get ingredients for the noodles!”
--R&I--
“So, Ichigo, how will you know when the noodles are done?”
“Just worry about the sauce your making, and the pissed off captain.”
“That was a complete accident! Besides, I’m nearly done. So, how will you know?”
“I’ll know.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Tell me.”
“Fine. I’ll fling a noodle against the wall.”
“Fling a noodle against the wall?”
“Yeah, and if it sticks, it means the pasta is done.”
“If you say so.”
--R&Y--
“Okay, it’s been twelve minutes, the noodles should be done.”
“Then what do we do with them?”
“We drain them in the colander,” said Rukia as she went to the sink and poured the steaming liquid full of noodles into the colander.
“We still have eight minutes left with the sauce.”
“That’s okay. I need to go get the plates.”
“Get pretty plates.”
“They’re paper plates. They aren’t pretty.”
“Not so. Some paper plates have designs on them.”
“Fine, I’ll get some with designs, if she has any.”
--H&I--
“How are we…” Ikkaku stopped mid-sentence as he saw a pasta string go whizzing by and hit the wall, where it stayed.
“Like that.”
“You threw it at the wall?”
“Yeah, so?”
“It just seems so c…”
“Do you really want to say what I think you’re going to say?”
“…not like you, Hitsugaya.”
“That’s not any better. Is the sauce done yet?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now let’s plate this.”
--O&M--
“YAY! We’re done!”
“Eh, sensei, we’re done.”
“Really, Inoue, Matsumoto, let’s see. That’s…not the recipe.”
“But sensei, you said to be creative.”
“I did, didn’t I, Inoue? Well, I look forward to…tasting it.”
--R&I--
A noodle hit the wall and stuck. “It’s done.”
“Good.”
“Um, Renji…the sauce is…overflowing and…smoking.”
“It’s what? OH SHIT!”
“YOU WEREN’T WATCHING THE SAUCE!”
“Uh…I forgot to watch.”
“HOW DO YOU FORGET TO WATCH!”
“I just did.”
“Only you, Renji, only you. Well, let’s try and salvage what we have left.”
Renji lifted the lid of the sauce pot and a big black cloud arose. The two looked in and saw a black mess with some red thrown in here and there.
“Or not. We’ll just have to have noodles only.”
--R&Y--
“There. It’s a masterpiece,” said Yumichika with a flourish.
“Um…wow. That looks like stuff you see on those cooking shows!”
“Thank you.”
“Now to go and give it to sensei.”
--H&I--
“It’s done.”
“Wow, a day were I wasn’t yelled at. Amazing.”
“Shut up and help me turn this in.”
“Y-yes.”
The Results of the Eating: with comments
Inoue Orihime and Matsumoto Rangiku: 0 (ARE YOU TWO TRYING TO KILL US OR WHAT!)
“W-what!” exclaimed Matsumoto. “I liked it, so it has to be good.”
“Good to you, poisonous to the rest of us,” said Hitsugaya.
“You’re so mean, taichou.”
Abarai Renji and Kurosaki Ichigo: 2 (Where’s the sauce?)
“Yeah, where’s the sauce,” asked Rukia.
“In the trash can,” said Ichigo.
“Why?”
“Cause Renji burned it.”
“Shut up!” snapped Renji.
Kuchiki Rukia and Ayasegawa Yumichika: A PERFECT 10! (Looks like something you’d buy at a snazzy Italian restaurant.)
“Yeah!” exclaimed Rukia and Yumichika.
“Lucky bastards,” said everyone, except for Hitsugaya and Ikkaku, since they hadn’t seen their score yet.
Hitsugaya Toshiro and Madarame Ikkaku: 9.9 (Wasn’t as snazzy looking as Kuchiki’s and Ayasegawa’s.)
The two had identical looks of surprise on their faces. They didn’t get .1 of a point cause it wasn’t pretty enough.
“Wow, you two are more of a loser than we are,” commented Renji.
“How so?” asked Hitsugaya, whose voice had the slight taint of anger in it.
“You came close to getting a perfect score, but it wasn’t as pretty as….” Renji didn’t finish the sentence as his skull was once again bashed by Hitsugaya, this time, he fell to the ground.
“See you later,” and with that Hitsugaya left the school.
“W-wait, taichou…he’s too young to be this violent,” said Matsumoto. “What are we going to do with Renji?”
“We can do what we did to Ikkaku the other day,” said Ichigo.
“What did you do to me?” asked Ikkaku.
“Remember, the frog legs, and the water and the bucket.”
“Oh yeah. I think that will work.”
And so, the school soon here the awakenings of a drenched and pissed of red head.
Rating: T
Summary: The shinigami have to attend school while on their mission. Stupidity follows.
Disclaimer: I don't own a lot of things.
“Today we are going to be cooking spaghetti. I shall divide you into pairs and when we’re done, you shall give a sample of your dish to your classmates, for I highly doubt you won’t try and be creative with the recipe, and we shall judge them. And now, before we start cooking, I would like you to grab an apron,” Weth-sensei said, pointing at a pile consisting of mainly frilly flower patterned aprons.
Everyone made a mad dash to the pile to get an apron that was not frilly, which was a total of … three.
“Damn,” said Ikkaku and Renji. “I got a frilly apron.”
“So pretty,” said Yumichika, modeling the frilly piece of cloth.
Matsumoto just shrugged, not caring.
“So, what is this ‘spaghetti’ we’re cooking,” asked Rukia, also not caring if it was frilly.
“It’s a pasta dish from Italy,” said Ichigo with a look of ‘kill-me-now-cause-I’m-in-a-frilly-apron.’
Matsumoto turned to look at Hitsugaya and burst out laughing. The others turned, saw him, and started to laugh as well. For you see, Hitsugaya was a tad bit short for the apron, as it was pooled around his feet.
“Shut up! At least it isn’t frilly,” said Hitsugaya angrily. That shut up Ikkaku, Renji, and Ichigo.
“Attention please, class. I still need to put you into pairs,” said Weth-sensei. “Let’s see, we have Inoue and Matsumoto…” A squeal from those two. “Abarai and Kurosaki, Kuchiki and Ayasegawa, Madarame and Hitsugaya… (insert random names of no importance here). Alright, the recipe is on the tables, and you may begin cooking.”
--Orihime & Matsumoto--
“Who needs a recipe,” said Matsumoto as she tossed the recipe into the trash. “Let’s just be inventive!”
“Yeah!” agreed Orihime.
“Let’s go get some ingredients.”
“Yeah!”
--Renji & Ichigo--
“So, we need a kg of meat…” said Renji.
“That doesn’t seem right,” commented Ichigo.
“Well, that’s what it says!”
“Really?”
“Really. Anyways, half a onion, package of Italian seasoning, 500 g of Parmesan cheese, 1 ½ L of tomato paste, 2 L of water and a package of pasta. Did you measure them?”
“Yeah, but this doesn’t seem right.”
“Well, that’s what it says. We have to follow the recipe.”
--Rukia & Yumichika--
“Um…the measurements for the ingredients are in customary,” pointed out Yumichika.
“They are?” asked Rukia.
“Yeah.”
“So then we’ll just have to convert them to metric. Let’s see…one lb. is equal to .45 Kg, half a cup is 8 oz. which equals .24 L, 12 oz. is equal to .35 L and 2 cups is equal to a quart which equals .95 L. Okay, now we can measure the ingredients.”
“Um…sure,” agreed Yumichika who had been completely frazzled by the math Rukia just did.
--Hitsugaya & Ikkaku--
“Damn it all! These measurements are in that stupid customary system. We need metric, Hitsugaya, do you know how to convert to metric.”
“We don’t need to convert to metric.”
“Wha- Of course we do if we want to get the recipe right.”
“Or we could always use the customary measuring cups.”
“N-wait. Customary measuring cups? Where?”
“In the container labeled ‘customary measuring cups’ right next to the container labeled ‘metric measuring cups.’”
“Oh.”
“Now then, you cut up the onion and brown the meat.”
--O&M--
“And a little bit of this, oh, and some of this.”
“Hey, Matsumoto. What about this?”
“Yeah! We can’t forget that!”
--R&I--
“So, Ichigo, you work on the spaghetti noodles and I’ll make the sauce.”
“Why are you doing most of the work?”
“Cause.”
“Cause why?”
“Just cause.”
“Just cause why?”
“Because I said so!” snapped Renji as he waved his arm, which held a knife, at Ichigo. However, his grip on the knife wasn’t all that firm and so it slipped from his hands and flew over to Ikkaku and Hitsugaya’s table where it managed to slice a good chunk of Hitsugaya’s left pinkie. “Ah…Hitsugaya, um…I’m sorry…real….” Renji’s words were cutoff as Hitsugaya hit him up side the head with the butt of the knife used to cut his finger.
--R&Y--
“Okay then, sauce ingredients are in the pot. So know what, Rukia?”
“You let it simmer for 20 minutes and stir occasionally,” said Rukia as she poured the noodles into a pot of boiling water.
“How will we know when the noodles are done?”
“It says that the noodles should be done in about 12 minutes.”
“Okay.”
--H&I--
“Stupid Abarai, nearly cutting off my finger,” muttered Hitsugaya as he put a bandage on his finger. “It hurts, dammit all.”
“Eh, Hitsugaya, now what do we do?”
“Let the sauce simmer for 20 minutes. In the mean time, get some water to boil. And some olive oil.”
“Olive oil?”
“It will help the pasta not stick together.”
“Oh.”
--O&M--
“Yay! The sauce is done! Now to work on the noodles!”
“Hey, Matsumoto. I think we should make our own noodles, since we have time to do it!”
“Brilliant as ever, Orihime!” exclaimed Matsumoto as she hugged Orihime. “Now to get ingredients for the noodles!”
--R&I--
“So, Ichigo, how will you know when the noodles are done?”
“Just worry about the sauce your making, and the pissed off captain.”
“That was a complete accident! Besides, I’m nearly done. So, how will you know?”
“I’ll know.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“Tell me.”
“Fine. I’ll fling a noodle against the wall.”
“Fling a noodle against the wall?”
“Yeah, and if it sticks, it means the pasta is done.”
“If you say so.”
--R&Y--
“Okay, it’s been twelve minutes, the noodles should be done.”
“Then what do we do with them?”
“We drain them in the colander,” said Rukia as she went to the sink and poured the steaming liquid full of noodles into the colander.
“We still have eight minutes left with the sauce.”
“That’s okay. I need to go get the plates.”
“Get pretty plates.”
“They’re paper plates. They aren’t pretty.”
“Not so. Some paper plates have designs on them.”
“Fine, I’ll get some with designs, if she has any.”
--H&I--
“How are we…” Ikkaku stopped mid-sentence as he saw a pasta string go whizzing by and hit the wall, where it stayed.
“Like that.”
“You threw it at the wall?”
“Yeah, so?”
“It just seems so c…”
“Do you really want to say what I think you’re going to say?”
“…not like you, Hitsugaya.”
“That’s not any better. Is the sauce done yet?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now let’s plate this.”
--O&M--
“YAY! We’re done!”
“Eh, sensei, we’re done.”
“Really, Inoue, Matsumoto, let’s see. That’s…not the recipe.”
“But sensei, you said to be creative.”
“I did, didn’t I, Inoue? Well, I look forward to…tasting it.”
--R&I--
A noodle hit the wall and stuck. “It’s done.”
“Good.”
“Um, Renji…the sauce is…overflowing and…smoking.”
“It’s what? OH SHIT!”
“YOU WEREN’T WATCHING THE SAUCE!”
“Uh…I forgot to watch.”
“HOW DO YOU FORGET TO WATCH!”
“I just did.”
“Only you, Renji, only you. Well, let’s try and salvage what we have left.”
Renji lifted the lid of the sauce pot and a big black cloud arose. The two looked in and saw a black mess with some red thrown in here and there.
“Or not. We’ll just have to have noodles only.”
--R&Y--
“There. It’s a masterpiece,” said Yumichika with a flourish.
“Um…wow. That looks like stuff you see on those cooking shows!”
“Thank you.”
“Now to go and give it to sensei.”
--H&I--
“It’s done.”
“Wow, a day were I wasn’t yelled at. Amazing.”
“Shut up and help me turn this in.”
“Y-yes.”
The Results of the Eating: with comments
Inoue Orihime and Matsumoto Rangiku: 0 (ARE YOU TWO TRYING TO KILL US OR WHAT!)
“W-what!” exclaimed Matsumoto. “I liked it, so it has to be good.”
“Good to you, poisonous to the rest of us,” said Hitsugaya.
“You’re so mean, taichou.”
Abarai Renji and Kurosaki Ichigo: 2 (Where’s the sauce?)
“Yeah, where’s the sauce,” asked Rukia.
“In the trash can,” said Ichigo.
“Why?”
“Cause Renji burned it.”
“Shut up!” snapped Renji.
Kuchiki Rukia and Ayasegawa Yumichika: A PERFECT 10! (Looks like something you’d buy at a snazzy Italian restaurant.)
“Yeah!” exclaimed Rukia and Yumichika.
“Lucky bastards,” said everyone, except for Hitsugaya and Ikkaku, since they hadn’t seen their score yet.
Hitsugaya Toshiro and Madarame Ikkaku: 9.9 (Wasn’t as snazzy looking as Kuchiki’s and Ayasegawa’s.)
The two had identical looks of surprise on their faces. They didn’t get .1 of a point cause it wasn’t pretty enough.
“Wow, you two are more of a loser than we are,” commented Renji.
“How so?” asked Hitsugaya, whose voice had the slight taint of anger in it.
“You came close to getting a perfect score, but it wasn’t as pretty as….” Renji didn’t finish the sentence as his skull was once again bashed by Hitsugaya, this time, he fell to the ground.
“See you later,” and with that Hitsugaya left the school.
“W-wait, taichou…he’s too young to be this violent,” said Matsumoto. “What are we going to do with Renji?”
“We can do what we did to Ikkaku the other day,” said Ichigo.
“What did you do to me?” asked Ikkaku.
“Remember, the frog legs, and the water and the bucket.”
“Oh yeah. I think that will work.”
And so, the school soon here the awakenings of a drenched and pissed of red head.