[oneshot] 本命チョコ
Title: 本命チョコ
Group: Kishidan
Pairing: Ranma/Matsu.
Rating: G
Lenght: 1,366 words
Summary: Ranma makes Valentine's Day chocolate and Things Happen.
A/N: written for squid-san aka double dragon senpai
There are several things wrong with what Ranma is doing right now.
For instance; guys don’t make Valentine’s day chocolate. That’s for girls. And specially, even if there are guys who make Valentine’s day chocolate, those guys are not guys who play the guitar in yankee bands and wear cool jackets and have cool hairstyles.
Though, Ranma figures while holding the recipe book with one hand and carefully mixing the melting chocolate with the other, he’s not really the yankee band type, after all. His hairstyle is only cool from time to time, and Show-yan doesn’t like most of his jackets. He says his plaid flannel jacket is lame. So, considering Ranma is a severely uncool for a yankee, maybe it’s forgivable that he’s making Valentine’s chocolate as of now.
He has counted them carefully. Five giri-choco truffles; one for Show-yan, one for Tommy, one for Akira, one for Yukki, and one for Matsu. The honmei-choco pocky cake is for Miyata Toshiya from Kis-My-Ft2, made so to convince Ranma not to make honmei-choco for a Certain Person he definitely shouldn’t make honmei-choco for.
He gives in a little, though, and makes that Certain Person’s truffle his favorite flavor.
Uncool Yankee Ranma has his cellphone turned off, just in case someone decides to call him and metaphorically catch him red handed. He has his curtains pulled closed, too, because he’s afraid the scent of chocolate will drift to the streets and alarm the nation to the fact that Hoshi Grandmarnier from the rock band Kishidan is making V-day choco while wearing a moderately frilly, light yellow Totoro apron. The privacy allows him to quietly perform Momoiro Clover Z songs the best he can while adding salt to the chocolate, careful not to go overboard, and to sing some classic enka hits while making the matcha cream for one of the truffles. Miyacchi’s pocky cake is almost ready; it lacks all but the finishing touch, some stars drawings and a scribbled “I like you” in white chocolate.
Slowly but surely, Ranma makes progress into the afternoon. It almost makes him think he’ll be able to finish everything without being disturbed. Almost.
Just as Ranma is packing the truffles - each one in a clear plastic wrapping, tied closed by a satin orange ribbon - the doorbell rings.
Ranma promptly knocks the scissors over, jumping almost a meter in the air. The noise is great. So much for pretending he’s not there.
The doorbell rings again, insistently.
“C-coming!!” Ranma answers, hastily taking the apron off and shoving it behind the microwave. Then, he realizes he has to hide the chocolate too, and retrieves the apron to drape over the kitchen table, where the truffles and the cake lie in oblivion. “Just a second!”
“Oi, why is your phone off?” Ranma runs cold when he hears that voice. “Were you napping or something? Open up!”
Ranma does his best to feign innocence, or surprise, or something in the middle that he himself can’t define well, when he opens the door. “Eh? M-matsu?” He widens his eyes. Matsu rolls his. “W-what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to make sure you didn’t die. Cellphone - nothing. Home phone - nothing.” Matsu makes his way in without being invited. It’s what he always does anyway; Ranma just waits he won’t go into the kitchen. “Mail - nothing. So I had to grab my bike and come here, or Ayanocozey wouldn’t shut the fuck up. What’s that smell, though?”
Matsu walks straight into the kitchen, no hesitation in his steps. Ranma panics. “It’s-it’s nothing-”
“It’s chocolate. What the hell, did you get chocolate from someone?” It’s too late for Ranma to stop him. His mistake for thinking he could fool Matsu, out of everyone, about the scent of chocolate. “Oh. I see that’s not the case.”
Ranma rushes into the kitchen to find Matsu at the oven, tasting the chocolate from one of his used pans. He freezes. Matsu licks his lips. “Damn, that’s good.” The sentence makes Ranma relax, even though he probably shouldn’t. “Who did you make it for.”
“Um,” Ranma approaches the sink, turning his back to Matsu while starting to clean up. “J-just, you know. Everyone and all.”
“Everyone? As in, Kishidan-everyone? Everyone in Japan? Everyone in the world?” Matsu is teasing him.
“Kishidan-everyone,” Ranma answers, chuckling feebly at the thought of giving chocolate to everyone in the world. “I-I just finished them.”
Matsu hums in agreement. Ranma diligently puts away the dirty pans and spoons, refusing to look around, and he’s just trowing away the several empty boxes of pocky when Matsu speaks up again. “So… among Kishidan-everyone… there’s someone you giving the big one for?”
To the trash go the boxes. Ranma turns around. “Huh?” He blinks. “N-no.”
“No?” Matsu frowns, one eyebrow up in suspicious confusion. “Then, you’re not giving choco to one of us?”
Ranma just stares at him in confusion. Matsu realizes that’s his clue to clarify his words. “I mean… there’s five truffles and one cake.” He raises his hand to count with his fingers. “One for Ayanocozey; one for Hikaru; one for Tommy; one for Yukki; one for me; and one for Akira, supposing you’re counting him in. That’s six. So the cake is…?”
It hits Ranma like a dumbbell fallen from heaven. He squeezes his eyes shut, body coiling in physical pain. Hikaru. He forgot to count Hikaru in. Perhaps, when he had been counting, he had counted Show and Hikaru as a single existence. And now there was one truffle missing. Great.
“You… didn’t count Akira in after all, did you…”
“I did!! H-his is this one,” Ranma points at the truffle with some coconut topping. “I just… it’s… I-I was just…”
His blabbering fades into tumultuous silence. Matsu watches him expectantly, hands in his pockets, black glasses on the tip of his nose, not saying a word until Ranma gives him an explanation. But what explanation is he supposed to give him? That he forgot about his own bandmate? That’s too embarrassing!
Then, finally, Matsu gives up on waiting, and looks away from Ranma to look at the cake. “The cake… it has pocky in it,” he observes quietly. Ranma can’t see his face well, because he’s looking down, but his voice is surprisingly sheepish. “Is it for me?”
“N-no! I mean, huh,” Ranma starts to sweat. This won’t do. Matsu is the Certain Person that should definitely not be receiving his honmei-choco, because that would make his adventure at making Valentine’s chocolate, as well as his entire life as an adult, much more wrong than previously noted in official records. This won’t do. Ranma can’t just hand his feelings over like that.
“Hm,” Matsu hums, obviously disappointed. Ranma feels like a douche. “Can I keep it, then?”
Ranma scratches his arm in discomfort, cheeks reddening a little. The air weighs a ton over his shoulder. “I-it’s yours.”
Slowly, Matsu looks up. His hair bobs a little from where the headband is holding them away from Matsu’s face, and a small, embarrassed smile dawns on Matsu’s lips. “Thanks,” he says simply, charmingly shy, before breaking a pocky off the cake and shoving it into his mouth.
“Mm, that’s really good,” he remarks, eyes twinkling, and he digs in.
“H-hey! You’re not supposed to eat it yet!” Ranma finally remembers to object, walking towards Matsu to try to stop him. “You’re supposed to eat it tomorrow! I-it’s Valentine’s day chocolate! Hey!”
“But it’s delicious!” Matsu retorts simply, and continues to eat the cake, continuously commenting on how good it tastes.
Eventually, Matsu eats up the whole cake, as well as the five truffles and all the leftover chocolate he can find, so Ranma ends up having to sneak out to buy more chocolate as Matsu naps, and starting the truffles over before he wakes up and eats them all again.
He also buys several boxes of pocky, because he’s a mushy idiot. Uncool Yankee Ranma is living a life of grave, but sweet, mistakes.
“Hey, Ranma,” Matsu is grinning at him from the kitchen’s door, hair all over his sleepy face, a box of strawberry pocky in hands. “Wanna play the pocky game?”
Group: Kishidan
Pairing: Ranma/Matsu.
Rating: G
Lenght: 1,366 words
Summary: Ranma makes Valentine's Day chocolate and Things Happen.
A/N: written for squid-san aka double dragon senpai
There are several things wrong with what Ranma is doing right now.
For instance; guys don’t make Valentine’s day chocolate. That’s for girls. And specially, even if there are guys who make Valentine’s day chocolate, those guys are not guys who play the guitar in yankee bands and wear cool jackets and have cool hairstyles.
Though, Ranma figures while holding the recipe book with one hand and carefully mixing the melting chocolate with the other, he’s not really the yankee band type, after all. His hairstyle is only cool from time to time, and Show-yan doesn’t like most of his jackets. He says his plaid flannel jacket is lame. So, considering Ranma is a severely uncool for a yankee, maybe it’s forgivable that he’s making Valentine’s chocolate as of now.
He has counted them carefully. Five giri-choco truffles; one for Show-yan, one for Tommy, one for Akira, one for Yukki, and one for Matsu. The honmei-choco pocky cake is for Miyata Toshiya from Kis-My-Ft2, made so to convince Ranma not to make honmei-choco for a Certain Person he definitely shouldn’t make honmei-choco for.
He gives in a little, though, and makes that Certain Person’s truffle his favorite flavor.
Uncool Yankee Ranma has his cellphone turned off, just in case someone decides to call him and metaphorically catch him red handed. He has his curtains pulled closed, too, because he’s afraid the scent of chocolate will drift to the streets and alarm the nation to the fact that Hoshi Grandmarnier from the rock band Kishidan is making V-day choco while wearing a moderately frilly, light yellow Totoro apron. The privacy allows him to quietly perform Momoiro Clover Z songs the best he can while adding salt to the chocolate, careful not to go overboard, and to sing some classic enka hits while making the matcha cream for one of the truffles. Miyacchi’s pocky cake is almost ready; it lacks all but the finishing touch, some stars drawings and a scribbled “I like you” in white chocolate.
Slowly but surely, Ranma makes progress into the afternoon. It almost makes him think he’ll be able to finish everything without being disturbed. Almost.
Just as Ranma is packing the truffles - each one in a clear plastic wrapping, tied closed by a satin orange ribbon - the doorbell rings.
Ranma promptly knocks the scissors over, jumping almost a meter in the air. The noise is great. So much for pretending he’s not there.
The doorbell rings again, insistently.
“C-coming!!” Ranma answers, hastily taking the apron off and shoving it behind the microwave. Then, he realizes he has to hide the chocolate too, and retrieves the apron to drape over the kitchen table, where the truffles and the cake lie in oblivion. “Just a second!”
“Oi, why is your phone off?” Ranma runs cold when he hears that voice. “Were you napping or something? Open up!”
Ranma does his best to feign innocence, or surprise, or something in the middle that he himself can’t define well, when he opens the door. “Eh? M-matsu?” He widens his eyes. Matsu rolls his. “W-what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to make sure you didn’t die. Cellphone - nothing. Home phone - nothing.” Matsu makes his way in without being invited. It’s what he always does anyway; Ranma just waits he won’t go into the kitchen. “Mail - nothing. So I had to grab my bike and come here, or Ayanocozey wouldn’t shut the fuck up. What’s that smell, though?”
Matsu walks straight into the kitchen, no hesitation in his steps. Ranma panics. “It’s-it’s nothing-”
“It’s chocolate. What the hell, did you get chocolate from someone?” It’s too late for Ranma to stop him. His mistake for thinking he could fool Matsu, out of everyone, about the scent of chocolate. “Oh. I see that’s not the case.”
Ranma rushes into the kitchen to find Matsu at the oven, tasting the chocolate from one of his used pans. He freezes. Matsu licks his lips. “Damn, that’s good.” The sentence makes Ranma relax, even though he probably shouldn’t. “Who did you make it for.”
“Um,” Ranma approaches the sink, turning his back to Matsu while starting to clean up. “J-just, you know. Everyone and all.”
“Everyone? As in, Kishidan-everyone? Everyone in Japan? Everyone in the world?” Matsu is teasing him.
“Kishidan-everyone,” Ranma answers, chuckling feebly at the thought of giving chocolate to everyone in the world. “I-I just finished them.”
Matsu hums in agreement. Ranma diligently puts away the dirty pans and spoons, refusing to look around, and he’s just trowing away the several empty boxes of pocky when Matsu speaks up again. “So… among Kishidan-everyone… there’s someone you giving the big one for?”
To the trash go the boxes. Ranma turns around. “Huh?” He blinks. “N-no.”
“No?” Matsu frowns, one eyebrow up in suspicious confusion. “Then, you’re not giving choco to one of us?”
Ranma just stares at him in confusion. Matsu realizes that’s his clue to clarify his words. “I mean… there’s five truffles and one cake.” He raises his hand to count with his fingers. “One for Ayanocozey; one for Hikaru; one for Tommy; one for Yukki; one for me; and one for Akira, supposing you’re counting him in. That’s six. So the cake is…?”
It hits Ranma like a dumbbell fallen from heaven. He squeezes his eyes shut, body coiling in physical pain. Hikaru. He forgot to count Hikaru in. Perhaps, when he had been counting, he had counted Show and Hikaru as a single existence. And now there was one truffle missing. Great.
“You… didn’t count Akira in after all, did you…”
“I did!! H-his is this one,” Ranma points at the truffle with some coconut topping. “I just… it’s… I-I was just…”
His blabbering fades into tumultuous silence. Matsu watches him expectantly, hands in his pockets, black glasses on the tip of his nose, not saying a word until Ranma gives him an explanation. But what explanation is he supposed to give him? That he forgot about his own bandmate? That’s too embarrassing!
Then, finally, Matsu gives up on waiting, and looks away from Ranma to look at the cake. “The cake… it has pocky in it,” he observes quietly. Ranma can’t see his face well, because he’s looking down, but his voice is surprisingly sheepish. “Is it for me?”
“N-no! I mean, huh,” Ranma starts to sweat. This won’t do. Matsu is the Certain Person that should definitely not be receiving his honmei-choco, because that would make his adventure at making Valentine’s chocolate, as well as his entire life as an adult, much more wrong than previously noted in official records. This won’t do. Ranma can’t just hand his feelings over like that.
“Hm,” Matsu hums, obviously disappointed. Ranma feels like a douche. “Can I keep it, then?”
Ranma scratches his arm in discomfort, cheeks reddening a little. The air weighs a ton over his shoulder. “I-it’s yours.”
Slowly, Matsu looks up. His hair bobs a little from where the headband is holding them away from Matsu’s face, and a small, embarrassed smile dawns on Matsu’s lips. “Thanks,” he says simply, charmingly shy, before breaking a pocky off the cake and shoving it into his mouth.
“Mm, that’s really good,” he remarks, eyes twinkling, and he digs in.
“H-hey! You’re not supposed to eat it yet!” Ranma finally remembers to object, walking towards Matsu to try to stop him. “You’re supposed to eat it tomorrow! I-it’s Valentine’s day chocolate! Hey!”
“But it’s delicious!” Matsu retorts simply, and continues to eat the cake, continuously commenting on how good it tastes.
Eventually, Matsu eats up the whole cake, as well as the five truffles and all the leftover chocolate he can find, so Ranma ends up having to sneak out to buy more chocolate as Matsu naps, and starting the truffles over before he wakes up and eats them all again.
He also buys several boxes of pocky, because he’s a mushy idiot. Uncool Yankee Ranma is living a life of grave, but sweet, mistakes.
“Hey, Ranma,” Matsu is grinning at him from the kitchen’s door, hair all over his sleepy face, a box of strawberry pocky in hands. “Wanna play the pocky game?”