Home Cooking, Bison Style (Kai/Soutarou. Gaoranger AU)
Title: Home Cooking, Bison Style
Fandom: Gaoranger AU
Pairing: Kai/Soutarou
Rating: G
AN: Note to self, when Meg says Soutarou should totally have his own Martha Stewart type show, the appropriate answer is not 'I could totally write that.' *facepalms*
If he was ever asked about where he saw his life going, Kai most definitely would not have expected it to be this: assistant to one of the weirdest cooks on tv. Not that Ushigome-san wasn't nice enough, as far as things like that went, it was just... well, assistant to a tv cook wasn't exactly what Kai had been expecting when he'd turned up for the interview. Still, he was stuck here for the time being and his job wasn't exactly strenuous: make sure Ushigome-san has what he needs before he needs it. Simple.
Except Kai didn't know anything about cooking: he barely managed to fight his way through meal preparation at home and yet he was expected to make sure the cook had what he needed before he even knew that he needed it? He should have just quit that first day, except the sight of Ushigome-san standing over the worksurface, quietly chopping up some onions - in a pale purple apron, no less - was just weird enough to intrigue him. Damn curiousity, it always screwed him over.
And, although he would never admit it, he was maybe - maybe - a little jealous. Ushigome-san made everything look so easy but Kai knew that if he ever tried to make the stuff Ushigome-san did it would turn into a disaster before he'd even turned the cooker on. He sighed glumly and rested his chin on his hand, sitting just off-camera so he wouldn't be caught on-screen. It just wasn't fair: no-one should be that good at everything, it wasn't natural. One of these days he was going to march right into the producer's office and tell Washio just where he could shove it, but for now Kai was content to sit around and make sure Ushigome-san had everything. It sure beat out some, alright most, of the jobs he'd held to date and this was the longest he'd stuck around at one place that wasn't a beach, so maybe it wasn't so bad. Washio was still annoying though.
Besides, the food did smell really good. He didn't know what Ushigome-san did with the food once recording was over - his part was done by then - but it seemed a waste if it just got thrown away. A particularly tantilising smell wafted across the room and Kai's stomach rumbled in response. He felt himself blushing and hoping that no-one had heard. Thankfully they were coming up to the end of filming and once he'd finished making sure everything was put in the proper place he could go home. To his practically empty fridge and almost as empty apartment. Still, he was living on his own, being independent and that was the main thing: he'd proved he could do it, he wasn't going to let all of that work slip away.
He kept a careful eye on the clock, calculating whether he'd make his usual train or not, depending on when Ushigome-san was finished and how long it took to get everything put where it was supposed to be. At least he wasn't expected to wash stuff up; that would have been a definite deal-breaker. When Ushigome-san had finished wrapping up the programme and the director had called cut, Kai flew into motion, easily collecting plates and pots and pans and manouevring them over to the sink where whoever the washer-upper was could find them. For once they'd finished a little early, he should reach the station with time to spare.
"Samezu-san!"
Kai froze, halfway out the door. Crap, what had he done now? He turned around slowly, plastering his best 'who, me?' smile on his face until he realised it was Ushigome-san calling him, not the director and not Washio either. "Ah, yeah?" he asked blankly, a little surprised that the man was so close and wondering if he'd screwed up badly enough that Ushigome-san had actually noticed: usually they didn't interact much beyond the occasional greeting or murmured thanks.
"Um," Ushigome-san seemed nervous, which wasn't reassuring. Probably it just meant he was trying to find the best way to tell Kai he'd messed up and was finding it difficult. Well, if that was the case Kai would much rather the guy came out and said it instead of this. "Here," the other man blurted, pulling a small, plain bento box out from behind his back. "You seemed to like it so..." his voice trailed off as Kai gaped at him. He... Ushigome-san was giving him food? "Um, you don't have to, if you don't--"
"No!" Kai said hurriedly, taking the box off him. "No, that's great. I was just going to be stopping off at a soba stall on the way home anyway, this is much better." He shut himself up before he could make a complete idiot of himself, then bowed quickly. "Thank you, Ushigome-san. I'll get the box back to you tomorrow. And, I'm sorry, but I have to go or I'll miss my train." He bolted before the other man could say anything, cradling the bento box carefully in his arms.
It had been a weird day, he thought once he was safely on the train, hoping he didn't drop the box in the crush of people all around him. But weird in a good way.
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Fandom: Gaoranger AU
Pairing: Kai/Soutarou
Rating: G
AN: Note to self, when Meg says Soutarou should totally have his own Martha Stewart type show, the appropriate answer is not 'I could totally write that.' *facepalms*
If he was ever asked about where he saw his life going, Kai most definitely would not have expected it to be this: assistant to one of the weirdest cooks on tv. Not that Ushigome-san wasn't nice enough, as far as things like that went, it was just... well, assistant to a tv cook wasn't exactly what Kai had been expecting when he'd turned up for the interview. Still, he was stuck here for the time being and his job wasn't exactly strenuous: make sure Ushigome-san has what he needs before he needs it. Simple.
Except Kai didn't know anything about cooking: he barely managed to fight his way through meal preparation at home and yet he was expected to make sure the cook had what he needed before he even knew that he needed it? He should have just quit that first day, except the sight of Ushigome-san standing over the worksurface, quietly chopping up some onions - in a pale purple apron, no less - was just weird enough to intrigue him. Damn curiousity, it always screwed him over.
And, although he would never admit it, he was maybe - maybe - a little jealous. Ushigome-san made everything look so easy but Kai knew that if he ever tried to make the stuff Ushigome-san did it would turn into a disaster before he'd even turned the cooker on. He sighed glumly and rested his chin on his hand, sitting just off-camera so he wouldn't be caught on-screen. It just wasn't fair: no-one should be that good at everything, it wasn't natural. One of these days he was going to march right into the producer's office and tell Washio just where he could shove it, but for now Kai was content to sit around and make sure Ushigome-san had everything. It sure beat out some, alright most, of the jobs he'd held to date and this was the longest he'd stuck around at one place that wasn't a beach, so maybe it wasn't so bad. Washio was still annoying though.
Besides, the food did smell really good. He didn't know what Ushigome-san did with the food once recording was over - his part was done by then - but it seemed a waste if it just got thrown away. A particularly tantilising smell wafted across the room and Kai's stomach rumbled in response. He felt himself blushing and hoping that no-one had heard. Thankfully they were coming up to the end of filming and once he'd finished making sure everything was put in the proper place he could go home. To his practically empty fridge and almost as empty apartment. Still, he was living on his own, being independent and that was the main thing: he'd proved he could do it, he wasn't going to let all of that work slip away.
He kept a careful eye on the clock, calculating whether he'd make his usual train or not, depending on when Ushigome-san was finished and how long it took to get everything put where it was supposed to be. At least he wasn't expected to wash stuff up; that would have been a definite deal-breaker. When Ushigome-san had finished wrapping up the programme and the director had called cut, Kai flew into motion, easily collecting plates and pots and pans and manouevring them over to the sink where whoever the washer-upper was could find them. For once they'd finished a little early, he should reach the station with time to spare.
"Samezu-san!"
Kai froze, halfway out the door. Crap, what had he done now? He turned around slowly, plastering his best 'who, me?' smile on his face until he realised it was Ushigome-san calling him, not the director and not Washio either. "Ah, yeah?" he asked blankly, a little surprised that the man was so close and wondering if he'd screwed up badly enough that Ushigome-san had actually noticed: usually they didn't interact much beyond the occasional greeting or murmured thanks.
"Um," Ushigome-san seemed nervous, which wasn't reassuring. Probably it just meant he was trying to find the best way to tell Kai he'd messed up and was finding it difficult. Well, if that was the case Kai would much rather the guy came out and said it instead of this. "Here," the other man blurted, pulling a small, plain bento box out from behind his back. "You seemed to like it so..." his voice trailed off as Kai gaped at him. He... Ushigome-san was giving him food? "Um, you don't have to, if you don't--"
"No!" Kai said hurriedly, taking the box off him. "No, that's great. I was just going to be stopping off at a soba stall on the way home anyway, this is much better." He shut himself up before he could make a complete idiot of himself, then bowed quickly. "Thank you, Ushigome-san. I'll get the box back to you tomorrow. And, I'm sorry, but I have to go or I'll miss my train." He bolted before the other man could say anything, cradling the bento box carefully in his arms.
It had been a weird day, he thought once he was safely on the train, hoping he didn't drop the box in the crush of people all around him. But weird in a good way.
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