Accidental Video Post 33
[For all Izuna's adaptations and skill when it comes to blindness and shinobi skill, he still has one great, catering inability. Mostly due to the fact that, as the joke once goes, 'doctor can I play the piano now? I can? Well I never could before, haha!
The truth is, Izuna can't bake. He's never been able to bake - cook yes, but cakes defy him. It doesn't mean he didn't give it a really good shot. It looks edible, and its covered in icing. The kitchen's a wreck of sugar and batter in bowls and cups, and the sink's littered with eggshells.
And Izuna's humming 'happy birthday' and rumming around for candles.
Oh Madara. Fear. FEAR.]
[The foul smell that came from the kitchen was a bit worrysome for Madara. He wasn't sure what his brother was doing in there, only that he hadn't been allowed in there since after lunch had finished. Izuna had mentioned something about a "surprise" but...Madara had a sinking feeling about what was going on behind those doors.]
[Instead of running away, Madara somehow thought it would be a good idea to investigate himself. So, he knocked on the door to the kitchen and peered in.]
Izuna? What are you doing?
[It wasn't his fault the first cake had set on fire. The charred remains are still perched sadly in a ruined pan in the sink.
This new one smells moderately better. He perks and lifts his head quickly, then sighs and licks icing from his knuckles.]
You weren't supposed to look! ... but since you have, you can help me find candles~.
Otouto...my birthday was yesterday. This is unnecessary...weren't all those kisses you gave me yesterday enough?
[He sighed deeply and walked further into the kitchen, looking around and seeing how much damage had been done. This would take a while to clean up...]
We were trapped yesterday! [-Izuna points out pleasantly, then holds up a cone-shaped hat with shaky, lopsided handwriting that says 'happy birthday Madara, happy happy 100-??' in such painstaking careful lettering.
It must have taken him all morning to do it legibly. Or an accomplice.]
But we still had a sort of celebration then.
[His eye twitches slightly at the sight of the hat. He's resisting letting out an annoyed sigh and rolling his eyes.]
You...want me to wear the hat?
[At least Izuna can't see the open signs of his brothers scorn. He's smiling so brightly, practically vibrating with his excitement.]
I'll wear one too. And Sasuke and Itachi, if they don't act sour over it all. You only have one birthday a year and I missed so many of them!
I owe you a special one.
And you made a cake too...
[He wants to protest, he really does, but...he remembers exactly what Izuna pulled yesterday and he knows that he'll cave in again eventually. So...he might as well do this on his own terms today.]
[He takes the hat and, after a second of hesitation, he puts it on, the small string making a snap noise on his chin. If Izuna could see him, he'd see that his brother was not looking very happy about it.]
[Izuna arches up and plants a small kiss at the corner of his brothers mouth, his smile softening gently. His beautiful, incredible, fierce warlord of an older brother always caved so easily...]
Of course I made a cake. It's chocolate. I think.
You...think?
[He looks over his brother and right at the cake and...just stares. That...does not look ediable.]
[Izuna nods several times, and licks more icing from his thumb.]
It's your favorite. Have you seen Itachi-kun? I'll put him in a little hat and have him sing happy birthday too, and Sasuke-kun.
[Well...at least he wouldn't be the only one suffering from this birthday madness. He almost forgot how much Izuna liked birthdays...especially now since he had missed eighty of them.]
No, but he'll be along shortly I'm sure. The smell of cake him have him here in no time.
Thank you Otouto. This is...nice.
[Izuna arches up on his toes for another quick kiss, then holds up a candle expectantly, a quick jutsu sending flame dancing across the wick.]
Make a wish and blow it out, aniki.
[He blows out the candle quickly and a small smile appears on his face. As long as his brother is happy...he can deal with this.]
[It's only after all this happens when he notices his PCD, which he had left in the kitchen after lunch, is on and recording. His eyes widen as he moves toward it. It shuts off right as he reaches for it.]