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When; Saturday, November 7th, evening (FORWARDATED WHOO)
Rating; PG?
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Summary; What starts out as innocent doesn't really end that way. ...Wait, when were they ever innocent?
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Three courses in three hours. Ino thought this was a small triumph, considering she spent a third of that time just dragging Yuri around. Half the ingredients they'd bought had ended up on themselves, and they kept getting interrupted every thirty minutes or so, but in the end, they had pretty damn good curry (courtesy of Yuri and his super secret ingredient), the best barbecued pork over rice Ino had ever made (if she did say so herself), and pudding. Which was just great in and of itself.

And it only took three hours.

Ino smiled and started stacking dirty plates, one on top of the other. There were a lot of them, plus many, many more in the kitchen that they'd turned upside down. She was just glad that she didn't have to do all of the cleaning; it wasn't her kitchen.

"You must've put some kind of secret ingredient in this pudding," she teased, glancing over her shoulder at Yuri. "It's too good to come from a box."

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"Love," he replied, as he started running the water, waiting for it to get warm. He readied the sponge and dish soap as he waited for the dishes.

Dinner had been surprisingly fun for him. Just fooling around with Ino and being a dork in general reminded him of his younger days with Flynn - the two just enjoying themselves and not worrying about the empire or the hardships of life. It was always nice to forget stress and let go. With Ino, he could always do just that.

And man, he was starting to almost enjoy cooking, having to do it all the time when it wasn't Ruca's turn (and of course, he had some leftovers for the others just in case).

"The best ingredient for any recipe is love."

"Love," she repeated slowly, raising her eyebrows at him, torn between whether he was being serious or if that was some kind of metaphor for... something else.

Deciding that he was just being himself, she set her pile of plates and silverware on the counter next to him, before turning around to make a second trip to the table. (She wasn't kidding about the amount of dirty dishes they had going.) Normally, she wouldn't really bother to make herself so useful, but somehow, in spite of the fact that this dinner was originally supposed to fall on Yuri, it had become a tag team effort between them.

Not that she really minded.

"That's it." She flashed him another smile and set the last round of dishes on the counter, before pushing up her sleeves to dig in next to him.

"Love." He gave her a serious look - why did everyone doubt him when he mentioned love as an ingredient? Of course, they had every reason not to believe him, because of course he never did anything special. He just went by the recipe.

He grabbed the first dish and started to soap it up, wiping away the curry sauce and the bits of rice and vegetables still stuck to it.

"Thanks. You know, you don't have to help, though I can't say I'm complaining."

Washing off the dish, he handed it to her.

Which meant he probably just followed the recipe or something. Yuri was almost predictable in his ways, and his serious face never meant anything serious. In fact, she would bet serious money that he was never serious, unless it involved a way for him to stab somebody.

"Is that your special ingredient for everything?" she asked, laughing a little as she took the plate from him and began toweling it dry. Idly, she wondered if he knew how to use the dishwasher not three feet away from them.

Probably not.

"I don't mind," she said, surprising herself as the words came out of her mouth; she normally hated doing chores. Maybe it was just the good mood she was in.

"Absolutely everything. A smart woman said it was the secret to life." He laughed, because he knew it was ridiculous. But he'd been running with that story for so long, he almost loathed to part with it. Especially since everyone's reactions were always so interesting.

He grabbed a cup this time, and it was a little more difficult to clean. And no, he didn't know how to work the dishwasher. As if that sort of advanced technology existed where he was from!

"You don't have to hide you know," he started, his voice teasing.

"Hm," she said, pressing a finger to her chin as if she was thinking really hard, "I think I like that. The secret to life and cooking is plain old love." With a shake of her head, she went back to her plate, fitting it into the drying rack. "I like that," she added a little more soberly, looking up at him and holding out her hand for the cup.

Yeah, she liked that. Ino had never really grown out of believing in fairy tales and happy endings and love conquering all, even if it had become more of a miracle than a genuine possibility. It was nice to believe in. It was nice.

"If I didn't want to help, you'd know, Yuri," she assured him, unable to keep herself from smiling a little in spite of the lecturing tone.

Maybe it was the company.

Edited 2009-11-06 10:38 (UTC)

"Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" He said this as if he understood what love was all about, but everyone knew he was the most retarded person when it come to any sort of love. Loyalty and friendship he could do. But love was something strange to him, even in the platonic sense.

He handed her the cup. At this rate, the washing and drying was going to take forever. This is why he hated chores. They took too long, and they were never any fun unless someone else was around (and it wasn't as if his roommates were sociable enough to sit around and talk with him).

"I'd say you just want to spend more time with me."

Ino simply nodded in reply, smiling to herself as she dried out the glass. What did Yuri know about love, anyway? He was a total idiot, especially when it came to that kind of stuff. She'd certainly come across that problem enough times when trying to set him up with Estelle.

"Just wash your dishes," she grumbled, nudging him with her elbow and rolling her eyes. "You're taking your sweet time."

Maybe she did want to spend more time with him; Yuri was fun to hang out with, they understood each other, and she always had a good time when they were together. It was like they were kindred spirits, or whatever that was called. Soulmates, except a lot less lovey-dovey.

That didn't mean she was going to tell him that, though.

Edited 2009-11-06 10:37 (UTC)

He washed the next few dishes and silverware a bit quicker at her command, laying them in the other sink for her to retrieve. What an efficient little system they had. He'd have to utilize it more in the future.

Grinning, he flicked a small mound of bubbles at her. Whether or not it actually landed on her depended on his flicking capabilities and his aim, which were a little awkward when you were trying to discreetly angle a genius flicking maneuver.

Ino kept pace with him easily, picking up dishes as he sent them over, drying them, and placing them in the rack. Soon enough, they had an assembly line going, and a companionable silence between them as they worked.

Of course, Yuri had to ruin it.

"Hey, hey," she scolded, as a clump of bubbles splattered against her bare shoulder. She frowned and leveled a challenging finger at him, a finger that very clearly said Nice try. "You don't want to start a fight with me, mister."

"Now where's the fun in that?" Damn, he missed. But the shoulder was good enough for him. Unfortunately, there was a bit of a backlash and he got some on himself, too. Whatever.

The last thing needing cleaning was a giant, giant pot. It was still a little warm and kind of gross and full of chunky curry sauce. Even Yuri made a face at it as he washed the inside out.

"Maybe not much fun, but you'd live to see another day," she retorted with a grin, tilting her chin up as if in defiance. Without looking, she dried the last dish, her hands finding a rhythm in the chore; when she was done, she turned towards him and leaned her hip against the counter, silently sizing him up.

"I could take you." Leaving her hands free had been his downfall. Idly, still grinning, she twisted her towel around and around between her hands.

Then snapped the end at his backside.

He literally jumped up in surprise. He certainly hadn't been expecting that of all things. That was his- That ass was only meant to be kicked by Flynn during battle! Not slapped upon with a towel! Seriously, he just turned to look at her-

-before cracking up laughing. Man, Ino sure was something. Estelle would have never had the guts to do something like that.

"You got me!" His laughter quieted until he was left smirking. "As usual, I can never win."

Well, at least he was smart enough to not retaliate. Ino laughed with him, a lot harder than she had in... a long time. Which she supposed was the best thing about hanging out with Yuri; she always ended up laughing, no matter how terrible her day had been before.

"You're starting to catch on," she teased, her hip still propped against the counter as she tapped a finger against her temple.

This was the last pot, wasn't it? She almost didn't want it to be.

There was a little bit of soap still on his hands, and he reached up to smear a little one her cheek. And he smirked, feeling very accomplished for his task.

"I'm a fast learner." Of course, he just demonstrated that he pretty much wasn't, but he just couldn't help himself sometimes. Teasing someone who could tease back was a challenge, an interesting one. It was like with Flynn only without getting scolded every so often.

He dried his hands and dipped a finger in the bowl of leftover pudding.

Reflexively, she tried to jerk away from his soapy hand--but not fast enough.

"Hey!" she whined, pouting and wrinkling her nose even as she laughed with him. Soap on her cheek wasn't nearly as bad as a snap on the ass with a towel--but that didn't stop her from elbowing him in the nice squishy part between his ribs before wiping off her cheek.

"Not that fast."

Continuing the assembly line, she took the pot from Yuri and carefully started toweling it dry.

He leaned against the countertop as he watched her dry. He definitely got the nasty part of the job. Figures. "Well, I gotta admit, learning's not all that fun, either."

He continued to sneak bits of pudding. They did a bang-up job. That stuff tasted so damn good. If he wasn't careful, he'd eat it all, one finger at a time.

If she was taking a painstakingly, absurdly long amount of time drying this pot, then she would never admit it. The pot was big! And unwieldy! Though, it was getting a little late, she supposed, even if she wasn't much for early bedtimes. And it wasn't like she hadn't been here for over three hours.

"Stop eating all my pudding," she ordered, finally setting the pot aside. If she didn't stop him, he'd eat the entire bowl, and she'd been planning (all night, actually) to save it for the rest of the week.

Okay, for tomorrow. "I'm taking it home with me."

"What, I can't have any?" One last suck of a finger and he stopped. He'll definitely have to use that recipe more. It was damn good. Or maybe it was because he had a little help this time around... She sure was way more helpful than Leon ever was in the kitchen. That boy was a mess without trying.

"All right, all right. You taking some back to share with that friend of yours?" Oh wait- "Your teammate?"

"Like I'm going to share this with Shikamaru," she scoffed, circling around him to snatch the bowl out from under his thieving hands. Just a bit of foil, something to cover the bowl with, was all she needed, so she started opening drawers at random; thankfully, the kitchen was small, and it wasn't long before she found a roll of foil.

She nodded in triumph, then turned towards him again, talking while she worked, as she was wont to do.

"You should really stop sticking your fingers in things, you know. Now I have your cooties all over my delicious pudding."

"I just washed the dishes- my hands are clean, what's the problem?" Yuri's logic was as amazing and reasonable as always. He holds up a hand and waves his fingers a little as if that demonstrated just how clean his fingers were. They were covered in blood and dirt- that was definitely good enough!

Speaking of blood- he wet a rag and wiped at a speck of dried blood on the counter. Man that blood-curse had totally messed up their apartment.

Ew. Seriously. What was the matter with him? Ino sighed heavily (and noisily enough for him to hear it quite clearly) and looked up at the ceiling as if asking for divine guidance, before finishing off her foil job on the bowl. Good to go, she supposed.

"You're such a guy." Only men would be fine with living in such grossness. Hadn't she offered to help Leon clean up the mess left by that curse? She should've just done it anyway, in spite of his stubbornness, since this was what happened instead.

Only Yuri would use that kind of logic, though, and in spite of herself, she smiled.

"Really? Didn't notice." Even if she didn't mean it, he rather liked that remark. Yeah, he was total man. All testosterone, baby. He posed against the counter top again.

"So what do you do at this point in a date, huh?" Because, really, it wasn't like he ever went on many. The one with Estelle was the last date - and one of the very few he'd ever had ever. Yeah, he was a total stud, but romance totally wasn't his strong suit.

The urge to facepalm at his posturing was almost too great, but she resisted. (It would ruin her makeup.) Instead, Ino rolled her eyes, pushing her bowl of pudding to the edge of the counter before moving closer to him. Not that there was much space to begin with.

"Nothing you'd be interested in," she muttered, before tilting her head to the side, regarding him. Yuri was romance-retarded, and even though they kept mockingly calling this a date, it wasn't really--on the other hand, she had more fun with Yuri on a regular basis than she did on any of the dates she'd ever been on (sans Tybalt, of course, though that was different).

"I go home, I guess," she said finally, a little glumly, and shrugged a shoulder.

Edited 2009-11-08 08:53 (UTC)

Nothing he'd be interested in? He was curious, but didn't push it. If it was nothing he'd be interested in, surely Ino knew what she was talking about. It wouldn't do to talk about uninteresting things on this supposed-date. Nah, he'd rather focus on other things. Like the sudden change in tone.

"Home? Makes sense," he said, thinking a little. "Sure you can't stick around? I'm sure Leon and the others wouldn't mind."

A part of him didn't want her to go. Things were just too much fun with her around, and he was the only lame one staying in the apartment for the day. He could always go out himself, but he'd come to enjoy others' company. The life of the lone wolf was getting a little dull.

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