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[TMM] Vanilla and Candy
Title: Vanilla and Candy
Fandom: TMM
Pairing: RyouxRetasu (for 30_kisses)
Disclaimer: If I'm writing a fic for it, guess what? I don't own it, ne. ^^;
She loved the kitchen... even if she was notorious for breaking a plate in that kitchen every single day.
Brushing back green locks of hair from her face, she continued to stir the batter with her trusty wooden spoon. Bags of candy were strewed everywhere; ingredients that would be used in these cupcakes were everywhere as well. As clumsy (and messy!) as she was, Retasu adored baking. The girl didn't know if she was good at it or not (her real love was making plushies, which she did often now), but she knew how she would. That is, she would know if thevictim guinea pig was being honest for once.
As much as she liked the fact that he was lying to her to make her feel better, Retasu didn't want him to lie about her cooking. This was one topic where he absolutely had to be honest. If not, then her career in the future would be doomed (okay, fine. It wouldn't be harmed, but her husband sure wouldn't like it).
Her hand steadily held the bowl as she poured the batter into cupcake pans; the sweet smell of vanilla always seemed to make her day, even if she wasn't a big fan of it.
"Here's hoping he likes vanilla and candy decorations..."
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He let a yawn escape his lips. Ryou was sprawled on his bed, with a laptop on his stomach. As he aimlessly looked through files upon files of information, the teenager couldn't help but feel a bit bored.
Ichigo was sick today, so she couldn't come up and demand a raise like she did every day, and the others were actually working to make up for the fact that the 'idiot catgirl' was gone.
As much as he liked teasing her, the blond knew that it wasn't worth visiting her. It would be impossible to explain to his parents that they only had a sibling-like relationship, and that it would never go further.
A hollow laugh flew out of his lips; he pressed said lips together. Even if it was true, he knew that Ichigo's parents wouldn't believe him. Why would they, in the first place? To them, he was the big bad mean slave driver. (Or at least, he knew that's how she would describe him to her parents)
He could hear the soft knock on his bedroom door. Calling a "Come on in", the teen couldn't help but feel confused. Who would come up here, and why were they coming now?
As the door opened, and he heard the soft footsteps enter cautiously, Ryou cracked a rare smile. Rising so that he would be sitting up, the blond placed his laptop on the other side of the bed.
"Retasu? Is something the matter?"
Her outreached hands held a tray of vanilla cupcakes, topped with what appeared to be candy. Ryou didn't hear any words come out of her mouth, so he assumed that the cupcakes were the answer. Taking one off the tray, he motioned for her to take a seat. Once he was sure that she had taken a seat next to him, he took a bite out of her cupcake.
"This... this is delicious, Retasu." He replied, trying to hide the surprise in his voice.
Judging by the beet-red face and the small smile that had appeared on Retasu's face, Ryou knew well that she hadn't noticed his surprise. Instead, she had taken it as a compliment (which it would have been, if the cat gijinka had worded it correctly).
With that, he kissed her on the cheek.
.....She would have fainted if not for the smelling salts that the boy had to bring out.
Sweatdropping, Ryou let a sigh escape his lips. He really ought to stop surprising her with kisses, shouldn't he? But knowing him, he probably wouldn't.
Bouncing a piece of candy in his hand, he couldn't help but smile. "Well, today was definitely better than I thought it would be..."
Fandom: TMM
Pairing: RyouxRetasu (for 30_kisses)
Disclaimer: If I'm writing a fic for it, guess what? I don't own it, ne. ^^;
She loved the kitchen... even if she was notorious for breaking a plate in that kitchen every single day.
Brushing back green locks of hair from her face, she continued to stir the batter with her trusty wooden spoon. Bags of candy were strewed everywhere; ingredients that would be used in these cupcakes were everywhere as well. As clumsy (and messy!) as she was, Retasu adored baking. The girl didn't know if she was good at it or not (her real love was making plushies, which she did often now), but she knew how she would. That is, she would know if the
As much as she liked the fact that he was lying to her to make her feel better, Retasu didn't want him to lie about her cooking. This was one topic where he absolutely had to be honest. If not, then her career in the future would be doomed (okay, fine. It wouldn't be harmed, but her husband sure wouldn't like it).
Her hand steadily held the bowl as she poured the batter into cupcake pans; the sweet smell of vanilla always seemed to make her day, even if she wasn't a big fan of it.
"Here's hoping he likes vanilla and candy decorations..."
He let a yawn escape his lips. Ryou was sprawled on his bed, with a laptop on his stomach. As he aimlessly looked through files upon files of information, the teenager couldn't help but feel a bit bored.
Ichigo was sick today, so she couldn't come up and demand a raise like she did every day, and the others were actually working to make up for the fact that the 'idiot catgirl' was gone.
As much as he liked teasing her, the blond knew that it wasn't worth visiting her. It would be impossible to explain to his parents that they only had a sibling-like relationship, and that it would never go further.
A hollow laugh flew out of his lips; he pressed said lips together. Even if it was true, he knew that Ichigo's parents wouldn't believe him. Why would they, in the first place? To them, he was the big bad mean slave driver. (Or at least, he knew that's how she would describe him to her parents)
He could hear the soft knock on his bedroom door. Calling a "Come on in", the teen couldn't help but feel confused. Who would come up here, and why were they coming now?
As the door opened, and he heard the soft footsteps enter cautiously, Ryou cracked a rare smile. Rising so that he would be sitting up, the blond placed his laptop on the other side of the bed.
"Retasu? Is something the matter?"
Her outreached hands held a tray of vanilla cupcakes, topped with what appeared to be candy. Ryou didn't hear any words come out of her mouth, so he assumed that the cupcakes were the answer. Taking one off the tray, he motioned for her to take a seat. Once he was sure that she had taken a seat next to him, he took a bite out of her cupcake.
"This... this is delicious, Retasu." He replied, trying to hide the surprise in his voice.
Judging by the beet-red face and the small smile that had appeared on Retasu's face, Ryou knew well that she hadn't noticed his surprise. Instead, she had taken it as a compliment (which it would have been, if the cat gijinka had worded it correctly).
With that, he kissed her on the cheek.
.....She would have fainted if not for the smelling salts that the boy had to bring out.
Sweatdropping, Ryou let a sigh escape his lips. He really ought to stop surprising her with kisses, shouldn't he? But knowing him, he probably wouldn't.
Bouncing a piece of candy in his hand, he couldn't help but smile. "Well, today was definitely better than I thought it would be..."