;3; I always try to do this before I forget...
Today was my last day of school, so it's officially no-slacking-off on my writing. (It was a cool finale, too - can you say power outage? How did they microwave my burrito for lunch?)
Title: Kirito and Kohta Kitchen Stadium?
Author: moi
0_0dbo_o Zuks-kun
Rating: G for XTREME COOKING D< And BIRTHDAY CUTENESS D< And BROTHERLY LOVE D<
Theme: Pride? Wrath? Envy? ...Gluttony? I don't know. XD
Band: Angelo
Notes: Per-typical me, silly but withstandable. Kirito and Kohta are cooking a Happy Birthday dinner for Takeo, but the Murata Brothers seem to be treating it more like a competition. Written like an Iron Chef commentary! (I myself am shocked at my own use of present tense.) You can bathe in the drama.
Warnings: Intense emotional outbreak.
Word Count: 1110
Kohta has been training carefully for this day. He’s even been taking classes; this dinner is going to be one to remember. It’s Takeo’s birthday, and so it seems he’ll be judging this event. Both brothers seem to be taking it very seriously.
The two pull out their ingredients. It looks like - yes. It looks like Kirito will be making none other than Kirito’s own fried rice. But will the long time favorite hold up to the new dishes? Let’s see what Kohta has cooking-
Based on the ingredients, it’s probably safe to say Kohta is making a version of one of Takeo’s known favorites, Ramen noodles… but he’s got a lot of ingredients set up on the counter, so we can only wonder what else he’s making.
Kirito seems to have done as much as he wants to with the rice for now. What’s he pulling out? Ah, it seems that Kirito’s been put in charge of dessert. Now, we know that Takeo is also a fan of pudding - and yes, Kirito seems to have some pudding mix on the counter. But what is he making?
Kohta seems to be making chicken to top the Ramen with. Won’t that be delicious? He’s about to start frying it in the pan right now, but he hasn’t added much… it doesn’t look like it’s been marinated. Is he going to flavor the chicken at all? What’s going on? Is he relying on the soup for flavor?
An assistant of Kirito’s has just stated that he’s making Takeo’s birthday cake, a sponge cake layered with pudding. Oh, that just sounds delicious. I wonder what Takeo thinks of all of this?
Takeo remains generally expressionless, as he frequently seems to be off stage, although he appears to be watching the Muratas intensely. What could be on his mind now? The only thought on my mind is how unfair it is that I can’t have any of this food!
Now, now, hold on, what’s this - Kohta seems to now be ready to add flavoring to the chicken. He appears to be making some sort of sauce, I’m not sure what’s in it… soup stock maybe? But - but what’s this?
Kohta has just added two different energy drinks to the chicken’s sauce! I’m intrigued - Takeo’s mouth seems to be gaping a little, but I’m not sure if he’s scared or excited now…
Kirito seems to be taking this opportunity to tease his brother’s curious cooking choice. Turning back to his rice, however, our hidden camera shows the older Murata panicking. Sweat dripping down his brow, his eyes open wide as he mouths off incomprehensible silent speech to himself, he seems scared that his dish will now be horribly outmatched. Will the infamous dictator resort to sabotage? In any case, Kohta’s cooking classes seem to have given him the edge this Birthday Dinner.
Kohta’s sauce seems to be forming a delectable, caramelesque looking crust over the chicken. Takeo is staring intently, his lips now firmly pressed together again. He seems set on not making any comments until the dinner is completed and the food is on the table.
Kirito, now seeming needy for attention, turns on the cooker and quickly alights it with a bright flame. His eyes seem to be growing wider and madder as the dinner progresses, the spirit of competition now boiling in his veins…
Dinner seems to be wrapping itself up. Kirito looks ready to serve his well-known fried rice, and Kohta’s ramen is just being served now, being topped with the energetic chicken and garnished with a nice blend of chives and spring onions. Kirito loads his rice into the bowls, rounding the tops to mimic the shape, making three perfectly rounded eggs for dinner… it’s a good thing those are smaller bowls, I don’t know if I’d have room for dessert.
Everything is laid out on the table. This is the moment of truth.
“Before we eat,” Takeo says with surprising distinction and clarity, “You both worked very hard on this. It looks so delicious, more than I could ever deserve as your friend. Without even trying it, I know this will probably be the best Birthday dinner I ever have, unless of course, you cook again next year. As I eat this I would like to express my deep gratitude to you both, for being such good friends to me.”
The Muratas, in a traditional Japanese manner, dismiss his praise quietly, although it is understandable that this is their way of accepting it. Quietly, the three Angelo members dig into the birthday dinner.
As Kirito shoves his brother’s chicken into his mouth with almost careless force, something within him seems to melt away his rough exterior. As he swallows, the cold-hearted dictator suddenly bursts into tears, and his hand slides his dinner off to the side so that he can accordingly bang his head onto the table.
“I-I-I’m so-o-rr-y…” he wails from within his arms. “What Takeo said was just so…” Kirito sniffs loudly and is quaking in his tears. “so MOVING! You’re such a good friend… Takeo… I’m -just - so - grateful-uh-uhl.”
The sobbing, and suitably sorrowful looking ex-Pierrot leader tears himself away from the table dramatically to look up at his younger brother. “And… I know I make fun of you all of the time…” Kirito says shaking his head back and forth with tears glimmering in his eyes, “…but I just want to make sure you know… how PROUD I am of you, little brother.”
Kohta seems to have been moved into such a silent, awkward position that he seems to decide not to leave, staring back at his older brother like a deer in the headlights.
“I’M SORRY!” Kirito wails, removing himself from the table in a flourish. As he runs off he can distantly be heard crying, “I’m just going to wash myself off now, okay?”
Takeo is playing with his food, his eyebrows raised in a manner reminiscent of an adult scolding a child. “This is good rice.” he comments blandly.
Kohta, his eyes still plastered widely open, shakes his head in agreement, and puts another big bite of it in his mouth.
Takeo looks at his ramen and sighs, seeming to have decided on something.
“Kohta,” he says quietly, looking at his meal with what now must be interpreted as regret, “You know I just can’t eat this chicken now, right?”
Kohta nods knowingly.
“I don’t want to burst out in tears,” Takeo clarifies, “It’s a shame. It looks delicious. But I can’t risk that happening to me.”
Kohta just nods at the air and solemnly dives into his drink.
“Happy Birthday, Takeo.”
Title: Kirito and Kohta Kitchen Stadium?
Author: moi
0_0dbo_o Zuks-kun
Rating: G for XTREME COOKING D< And BIRTHDAY CUTENESS D< And BROTHERLY LOVE D<
Theme: Pride? Wrath? Envy? ...Gluttony? I don't know. XD
Band: Angelo
Notes: Per-typical me, silly but withstandable. Kirito and Kohta are cooking a Happy Birthday dinner for Takeo, but the Murata Brothers seem to be treating it more like a competition. Written like an Iron Chef commentary! (I myself am shocked at my own use of present tense.) You can bathe in the drama.
Warnings: Intense emotional outbreak.
Word Count: 1110
Kohta has been training carefully for this day. He’s even been taking classes; this dinner is going to be one to remember. It’s Takeo’s birthday, and so it seems he’ll be judging this event. Both brothers seem to be taking it very seriously.
The two pull out their ingredients. It looks like - yes. It looks like Kirito will be making none other than Kirito’s own fried rice. But will the long time favorite hold up to the new dishes? Let’s see what Kohta has cooking-
Based on the ingredients, it’s probably safe to say Kohta is making a version of one of Takeo’s known favorites, Ramen noodles… but he’s got a lot of ingredients set up on the counter, so we can only wonder what else he’s making.
Kirito seems to have done as much as he wants to with the rice for now. What’s he pulling out? Ah, it seems that Kirito’s been put in charge of dessert. Now, we know that Takeo is also a fan of pudding - and yes, Kirito seems to have some pudding mix on the counter. But what is he making?
Kohta seems to be making chicken to top the Ramen with. Won’t that be delicious? He’s about to start frying it in the pan right now, but he hasn’t added much… it doesn’t look like it’s been marinated. Is he going to flavor the chicken at all? What’s going on? Is he relying on the soup for flavor?
An assistant of Kirito’s has just stated that he’s making Takeo’s birthday cake, a sponge cake layered with pudding. Oh, that just sounds delicious. I wonder what Takeo thinks of all of this?
Takeo remains generally expressionless, as he frequently seems to be off stage, although he appears to be watching the Muratas intensely. What could be on his mind now? The only thought on my mind is how unfair it is that I can’t have any of this food!
Now, now, hold on, what’s this - Kohta seems to now be ready to add flavoring to the chicken. He appears to be making some sort of sauce, I’m not sure what’s in it… soup stock maybe? But - but what’s this?
Kohta has just added two different energy drinks to the chicken’s sauce! I’m intrigued - Takeo’s mouth seems to be gaping a little, but I’m not sure if he’s scared or excited now…
Kirito seems to be taking this opportunity to tease his brother’s curious cooking choice. Turning back to his rice, however, our hidden camera shows the older Murata panicking. Sweat dripping down his brow, his eyes open wide as he mouths off incomprehensible silent speech to himself, he seems scared that his dish will now be horribly outmatched. Will the infamous dictator resort to sabotage? In any case, Kohta’s cooking classes seem to have given him the edge this Birthday Dinner.
Kohta’s sauce seems to be forming a delectable, caramelesque looking crust over the chicken. Takeo is staring intently, his lips now firmly pressed together again. He seems set on not making any comments until the dinner is completed and the food is on the table.
Kirito, now seeming needy for attention, turns on the cooker and quickly alights it with a bright flame. His eyes seem to be growing wider and madder as the dinner progresses, the spirit of competition now boiling in his veins…
Dinner seems to be wrapping itself up. Kirito looks ready to serve his well-known fried rice, and Kohta’s ramen is just being served now, being topped with the energetic chicken and garnished with a nice blend of chives and spring onions. Kirito loads his rice into the bowls, rounding the tops to mimic the shape, making three perfectly rounded eggs for dinner… it’s a good thing those are smaller bowls, I don’t know if I’d have room for dessert.
Everything is laid out on the table. This is the moment of truth.
“Before we eat,” Takeo says with surprising distinction and clarity, “You both worked very hard on this. It looks so delicious, more than I could ever deserve as your friend. Without even trying it, I know this will probably be the best Birthday dinner I ever have, unless of course, you cook again next year. As I eat this I would like to express my deep gratitude to you both, for being such good friends to me.”
The Muratas, in a traditional Japanese manner, dismiss his praise quietly, although it is understandable that this is their way of accepting it. Quietly, the three Angelo members dig into the birthday dinner.
As Kirito shoves his brother’s chicken into his mouth with almost careless force, something within him seems to melt away his rough exterior. As he swallows, the cold-hearted dictator suddenly bursts into tears, and his hand slides his dinner off to the side so that he can accordingly bang his head onto the table.
“I-I-I’m so-o-rr-y…” he wails from within his arms. “What Takeo said was just so…” Kirito sniffs loudly and is quaking in his tears. “so MOVING! You’re such a good friend… Takeo… I’m -just - so - grateful-uh-uhl.”
The sobbing, and suitably sorrowful looking ex-Pierrot leader tears himself away from the table dramatically to look up at his younger brother. “And… I know I make fun of you all of the time…” Kirito says shaking his head back and forth with tears glimmering in his eyes, “…but I just want to make sure you know… how PROUD I am of you, little brother.”
Kohta seems to have been moved into such a silent, awkward position that he seems to decide not to leave, staring back at his older brother like a deer in the headlights.
“I’M SORRY!” Kirito wails, removing himself from the table in a flourish. As he runs off he can distantly be heard crying, “I’m just going to wash myself off now, okay?”
Takeo is playing with his food, his eyebrows raised in a manner reminiscent of an adult scolding a child. “This is good rice.” he comments blandly.
Kohta, his eyes still plastered widely open, shakes his head in agreement, and puts another big bite of it in his mouth.
Takeo looks at his ramen and sighs, seeming to have decided on something.
“Kohta,” he says quietly, looking at his meal with what now must be interpreted as regret, “You know I just can’t eat this chicken now, right?”
Kohta nods knowingly.
“I don’t want to burst out in tears,” Takeo clarifies, “It’s a shame. It looks delicious. But I can’t risk that happening to me.”
Kohta just nods at the air and solemnly dives into his drink.
“Happy Birthday, Takeo.”