Mayuri is mean to me
Mayu-chan is an evil meany who wouldn't cooperate for this one. (XD But I love him anyway)
Fandom: Bleach
Title: Agreement
Author: Me
Pairing: None
Main/Lead Characters: Urahara, Mayuri, and ???
Prompt/Theme: Baking/Surprise
Word Count: 524
For: Sharon
snailrevolution
Summary: Mayuri gets kidnapped and must endure.
"Two cups of sugar and 1/4 cup of milk," Mayuri muttered darkly to himelf, index finger trailing over the lines he had read from the recipe sheet. "This is so stupid. Only fools bake."
"Mayu~chan, are you almost done?" a sing-song voice called from the doorway of the kitchen. An all too familiar, rather annoying voice that he could never forget no matter how hard he tried.
Mayuri scowled, feeling more exposed than ever without his normal gear and usual facade. He rested a hand on the counter, irate. "You had that stupid ryouka brat kidnap me from Soul Society just to bake you something sweet? I hate you."
"Mou, so rude to your elders! It's the holidays, Mayu~chan! Aren't you happy to see your dear old Captain?"
The scowl only deepened in answer.
"It truly is a wonderful surprise, ne?"
No reply. Mayuri measured out the ingredients and added them to the mixing bowl, taking as long as he could in the process.
"I brought you a friend!"
Completely ignoring Urahara, he grabbed the large spoon beside the bowl and laboriously began to stir everything together. He really didn't appreciate being stuck in a power-sucking gigai and rather hoped his former Captain would return him to Soul Society after he had baked the man his damn sweets. If not, he was going to kill something. Maybe even that friend Urahara had so happily crowed on about.
"It's impolite to have your back turned to a guest," a different, less cheerful voice broke through his train of thought.
"What?" he barked back, stirring the ingredients more fiercely.
"Urahara insisted I needed to try some of his 'famous holiday cookies'. He wouldn't shut up until I agreed. I had no idea I would have to make them. I guess that's how his cookies turn out so great. He doesn't make them himself."
Mayuri liked the hint of an insult in that last statement, but there was something he needed to correct. "But you're not the one making them, are you? I am."
"If you haven't noticed, he left. And locked the door as well. So we'll both be making the cookies. Idiot."
He tilted his head slightly to the side so he could see the person out of the corner of his eyes. His scowl suddenly turned into a smug smile. "Well, looky what the cat dragged in. Seems like the Quincy gaki got conned just like me. What's wrong, don't recognize me like this?"
Ishida frowned, stepping closer in an attempt to take a look at the recipe, and disregarded the man's words. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Think long and hard. Maybe it will dawn on your puny little brain. Or hit you like a ton of bricks. I'm hoping for the latter in the literal sense. That would be amusing: a flattened Quincy to dissect."
"You're testing my patience. I hate Urahara for this."
"At least we agree on that, gaki."
Author Note: *dies* It's so short and mostly bickering between the two. I'll let you request another one if you like, because this one is so sucky. >.<
Holiday Drabble Count:
Finished - 5
Incomplete/In progress - 4
Total - 9
Fandom: Bleach
Title: Agreement
Author: Me
Pairing: None
Main/Lead Characters: Urahara, Mayuri, and ???
Prompt/Theme: Baking/Surprise
Word Count: 524
For: Sharon
snailrevolution
Summary: Mayuri gets kidnapped and must endure.
"Two cups of sugar and 1/4 cup of milk," Mayuri muttered darkly to himelf, index finger trailing over the lines he had read from the recipe sheet. "This is so stupid. Only fools bake."
"Mayu~chan, are you almost done?" a sing-song voice called from the doorway of the kitchen. An all too familiar, rather annoying voice that he could never forget no matter how hard he tried.
Mayuri scowled, feeling more exposed than ever without his normal gear and usual facade. He rested a hand on the counter, irate. "You had that stupid ryouka brat kidnap me from Soul Society just to bake you something sweet? I hate you."
"Mou, so rude to your elders! It's the holidays, Mayu~chan! Aren't you happy to see your dear old Captain?"
The scowl only deepened in answer.
"It truly is a wonderful surprise, ne?"
No reply. Mayuri measured out the ingredients and added them to the mixing bowl, taking as long as he could in the process.
"I brought you a friend!"
Completely ignoring Urahara, he grabbed the large spoon beside the bowl and laboriously began to stir everything together. He really didn't appreciate being stuck in a power-sucking gigai and rather hoped his former Captain would return him to Soul Society after he had baked the man his damn sweets. If not, he was going to kill something. Maybe even that friend Urahara had so happily crowed on about.
"It's impolite to have your back turned to a guest," a different, less cheerful voice broke through his train of thought.
"What?" he barked back, stirring the ingredients more fiercely.
"Urahara insisted I needed to try some of his 'famous holiday cookies'. He wouldn't shut up until I agreed. I had no idea I would have to make them. I guess that's how his cookies turn out so great. He doesn't make them himself."
Mayuri liked the hint of an insult in that last statement, but there was something he needed to correct. "But you're not the one making them, are you? I am."
"If you haven't noticed, he left. And locked the door as well. So we'll both be making the cookies. Idiot."
He tilted his head slightly to the side so he could see the person out of the corner of his eyes. His scowl suddenly turned into a smug smile. "Well, looky what the cat dragged in. Seems like the Quincy gaki got conned just like me. What's wrong, don't recognize me like this?"
Ishida frowned, stepping closer in an attempt to take a look at the recipe, and disregarded the man's words. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Think long and hard. Maybe it will dawn on your puny little brain. Or hit you like a ton of bricks. I'm hoping for the latter in the literal sense. That would be amusing: a flattened Quincy to dissect."
"You're testing my patience. I hate Urahara for this."
"At least we agree on that, gaki."
Author Note: *dies* It's so short and mostly bickering between the two. I'll let you request another one if you like, because this one is so sucky. >.<
Holiday Drabble Count:
Finished - 5
Incomplete/In progress - 4
Total - 9