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When; March 19, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Flynn Scifo [

srslynotguy ] & Yuri Lowell [

notflynn ]
Summary; A reunion made for the kitchen.
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Five whole days from Monday, the fifteenth of March; that was how long Yuri'd been gone for. Since then, the ~~shotahouse~~ whole household had gone on without Yuri's cooking. It was an inconvenience, for sure, and moreso since Yuri'd become the unspoken King of Breakfast: their handy crepemaker in the early mornings. However, they really couldn't blame Yuri- no Flynn couldn't blame Yuri for running out on them like he did. A part of Flynn had wanted to yell at Yuri for doing that, since it was... a part of him sincerely thought it was stupid- and it was the curse! But that was just a small part of him. Flynn was no fool to think that it wasn't his fault, even if he had wanted to believe so. There was that time before the end of the year when those strange shrubberies compelled anyone beneath them to turn into these incorrigible kissing monsters. Even then, he'd shared a kiss- a passionate one too! - with Ino but circumstances had certainly been different then. For one, Flynn was sure - or at least he believed so - that things hadn't quite gotten intimate between Yuri and Ino. At that time, Ino had been merely someone Yuri had had feelings for but wasn't in any proper relationship with. What happened on Monday... was bad.

Flynn sighed as he mixed in some ░▓▒█▓ ( it was supposed to make it sweeter than usual, kind of like chocolate chips ) in the batter he was working on. He followed it with some ░█▓█▓▒ - they were on discount and Flynn thought why not? - before finally placing the bowl on the counter. As he went on to check the oven, he found himself thinking again. Ever since Yuri quit the knights, Flynn had gotten used to not being around Yuri for long periods of time. Work here, work there, Yuri in jail, Yuri in trouble, Yuri on the run- It was always one thing or another that kept them apart. And even just months ago, when they were still in Terca Lumireis - the events after Zaude aside - he'd spent a while apart from Yuri and on bad terms too. All that was different, however, because... all that was Yuri's fault! Mostly, anyway. Or half of it. This, however, was wholly his fault. He was the one who had slipped his hand into something he shouldn't have!

He had been such a fool.

With this thought in mind, he turned to look at the oven... and then the bowl with his cake batter. Time to pour it in the cake pan.

But... not before some ░▓▒█▓▒█▓▒█. There, perfect! The cake should be something the whole household can enjoy in Yuri's absence. They'd managed to keep him away from the kitchen all this time; waking up extra early and purposely going into the kitchen before he could but tonight, Flynn was able to take over without fail. He promised himself he would make up for not being able to fill in Yuri's duties in his absence through this cake he was baking.

Somehow, this was to be his... consolation for the whole household.

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He left Ino's to save the others in the house from a potentially lethal food poisoning and to settle things with Flynn, his best friend since childhood. It was excellent timing on his part- nobody deserved to be subjected to Flynn's cooking. Not even Flynn himself.

It was getting a little darker already, the sky in a transition between the black of night and the dim purple of dusk. He clenched his fist during the walk to the beach. Despite his forgiveness, despite his understanding of the situation- he still owed at least that to Flynn. Closure.

And the shape of the house against the darkness- he was coming home, and he almost laughed at himself. Repede sat outside, as if expecting him, and nodded. A brief wave to his faithful pet - I got it all sorted out, now, thanks for looking after Flynn - and he headed straight toward the kitchen. He briefly wondered who all was present. Raven, Judy, Ruca, Teito, Stahn, Rutee, Leon- especially Leon.

He could already smell the beginnings of cooking, could hear the utensils clicking, and he groaned. That guy just never understood how bad his cooking could get. But he leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, regarding Flynn for a moment before he sighed, walked up behind him to stop his hand.

"Didn't I tell you not to cook? Geez."

The bodhi blastia attached to the hand on his was identification enough for Flynn; he'd seen that piece of metal enough times and had had his own share of headaches as a result of the thing to forget it ( Yuri'd borrowed it from the knights, to begin with, and never returned it! ). Still, that didn't stop him from turning his head slightly to regard Yuri with a look that was a cross between surprise and expectation. The distance between them was to be temporary, after all, but Flynn hadn't the exact idea of when his friend was going to return.

"Huh. You're back." It was soon, he knew, but certainly not in the middle of his cake-baking.

"I thought I'd cook anyway, Yuri. Or bake, rather," he said simply, albeit a bit defensively.

Edited 2010-03-20 05:08 (UTC)

"Was giving everyone a stomachache part of the plan, too?" He acknowledged each other Flynn's reactions. The realization, the surprise, the expectation- the intention to continue cooking. Despite his own plan to stop Flynn's nefarious cooking, he didn't make a move to pull that hand back.

"But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to stop your evil doing," he said as his other hand tipped the bowl of batter, smirking. It clattered to the floor, the batter splattering on their legs and all over the floor. He knew he would have to clean it up later, but it was so worth it.

He waited patiently for Flynn's reaction. He had a pretty good idea what it would be.

Wait? In his thoughts maybe! As soon as that bowl was spilling its contents to the ground after a failed attempt by the Acting-Commandant to salvage it, a fist came flying straight for Yuri's face.

See, Flynn had always prided himself for being levelheaded; it was because of this trait exactly that he was able to continue working in the knights. However, being levelheaded around Yuri? No, that wasn't happening because for one, he knew what went through that head and this... this was intentional.

"Yuri!" With his best friend, some- most of the time, the punch first yell later method proved quite effective. Especially in situations like this. "That was unnecessary!"

Edited 2010-03-20 06:37 (UTC)

Annoyed, he was thankfully in the perfect position to dodge, because it's not Yuri that deserved the punch, here. With the hand still holding Flynn's wrist, he tried to turn him around and aim his own punch, his detached humor gaining its bitter flavor he'd harbored over the past couple of days. Just one punch- just this one was all he needed- and he'd get the closure, the ending to this dumb tension.

"That's my line!" he shouted, referring not to the current situation but to the past curse, directed not to Flynn but to the deities. So dumb.

"Your line?! You're the one going around-" Flynn yanked his left hand free to duck that last punch. "-wasting perfectly good food!" Bent like he was after that last duck, he moved to sweep Yuri off his feet just because his new position allowed it.

"And making a mess of the kitchen!" He yelled angrily afterward.

Edited 2010-03-20 07:07 (UTC)

"Don't tell me that's all you're concerned about" He did topple over, but caught himself with a hand and kicking out his feet in order to knock Flynn down, too. The batter made the floor slippery, however, and his aim and timing were off as his weight threw him off balance, cause his hold on the ground to slip.

He knew that's not all Flynn was concerned about. He didn't even have to ask, didn't have to hear an apology from this guy. This kind of fighting was nostalgic, routine, their way of settling things. And he was fine with that.

"That's what I'm concerned about no-o-" Finishing was promptly made the last of his priorities as Yuri's feet made good on dragging him down to the floor too. Flynn did fall but was soon on his knees, backside covered with batter, as he tried to grab Yuri by his collar.

"What makes you think you can... just walk in here and throw all my hard work on the floor!?"

Yuri retaliated by shoving Flynn back against the cabinets, face drawn into an angry, bitter scowl. "Well if you'd listen to me and stop cooking-"

He had to stop himself, because none of this was about the cake. They were just unleashing their frustrations with each through it, and it didn't make any sense, and he just wanted to punch Flynn, but he could see - sense - the regret.

Didn't mean he could poison the rest of the house, though.

"Damn it- you know, when I came to see you, I didn't think we'd fight about your dumb cake."

Equally impassioned, and not really just because of the cake but Yuri in general, Flynn answered by pushing Yuri towards the floor again in an attempt to gain the literal upper hand. "I can listen and cook just fine!" he yelled angrily.

"And if you hadn't done what you did, we wouldn't be fighting about my 'dumb cake'! And it-" he was forced to pause as Yuri struggled underneath him. "-was an angel's food cake, Yuri!"

He fell backward, managing to keep his head from hitting the ground. His hands went to Flynn's wrists again, trying to pry him off. Cake batter began to seep into his hair, his clothes- it felt admittedly very gross. Didn't smell too bad, either.

But that wasn't the point here-!

"I couldn't look at you without remembering what you guys did, Flynn," he hissed, brief flashes of their bodies together flitting in his mind even now. "I asked you to wait, not poison everyone."

Edited 2010-03-20 08:06 (UTC)

The hands on Yuri loosened and the Acting-Commandant sat up, suddenly calmer. He looked ready to talk about the matter like a reasonable adult. "I'm sorry for that, Yuri," he whispered solemnly and, for a moment, it seemed as if that was the end of it.

Tough luck. "I had no intention of poisoning anyone! Just because you thought I was going to- that's not how it works, Yuri! You need evidence and... you... you don't just rush into things like that!"

You do this all the time! A whole speech about rushing justice without proper evidences to convict the criminal was just at the tip of his tongue but he stayed himself. Oh, but he knew there was no need for that now. He'd repeated that speech in different variations so much he just knew Yuri knew it was at the tip of his tongue already.

Edited 2010-03-20 08:00 (UTC)

Just because Flynn didn't intend to poison others didn't mean his food didn't result in poisoning. Geez- did this guy never learn? Honestly. Yuri shook his head, getting a special kind of headache he only got from fighting with Flynn. He missed it.

Yeah, Yuri knew what Flynn was about to say, that he was holding back. Knew that even if Flynn lectured him, Yuri would continue doing what he wanted anyway. He tried his best to flip Flynn over, to take advantage and get that punch - a kick - in.

"My evidence is all your cooking in the past. Tch-"

"I've cooked decently enough - it's not all the time my cooking turns out... less than desirable!"

Yuri almost succeeded in his plan of flipping with Flynn; before Flynn could fall completely backwards, he'd grabbed haphazardly at Yuri's clothes with his left hand and tried to sock Yuri.

Growling as Flynn's punch connected, Yuri instead tried to slam Flynn down, let the floor do the dirty work for him (literally).

"Tell that to my stomach!"

"You're exaggerating things! It might have been bad sometimes, but you know it's not like I ever tried to kill you!" Flynn had the idea of what Yuri was doing - Playing dirty - and decided that if trying to gain the upperhand the traditional way was no good then dragging Yuri even lower was the way to go. Which he did try to do with the intention of rolling back on top of him- and getting that long hair caked with more batter.

"You really should just cut your hair too!"

At this point, they really were just dragging things out and Flynn knew it. However, he sure as hell wasn't going to let Yuri win just like that.

They were using the most random, inane things as vehicles for their frustration, he knew that. This was dumb. This wasn't what he wanted to talk to Flynn about. But this worked just as well, actually. Yuri chose now to aim another punch at Flynn.

"And you should get that stick out your ass!"

The hair and the cake and the stick had absolutely nothing to do with the curse last Monday. But hey- their feelings were raw, pure, their punches a manifestation of everything that had been bottled up this past week. It was appropriate.

"And you should get a stick up your ass for once!" That punch landed, but Flynn was quick to get even with his fists. "If that's what it takes to get you straightened out!" he amended quickly, an automatic and unconscious self-defense mechanism.

"Oh, I'm the one who needs straightening out-" Confident after one punch, he tried to roll them back over again, to get the advantage and to not have cake batter all up in his hair, It was starting to stick to his neck, tangle-

Edited 2010-03-20 09:50 (UTC)

No sooner, Flynn found himself looking up at a smug Yuri again with cake batter cold against now-soaked shirt and back.

"Unlike you, I don't make constantly finding a way to break the law somehow a hobby!" With both hands, he grabbed hold of Yuri's hair and yanked downwards.

"You really need to cut your hair," he muttered, though with a hint of playfulness this time.

Cracking a smirk, he attempted to take Flynn's wrists once twist them, not bothering to pry his hair out, first. They were playing dirty and neither cared, despite the sting of pain blossoming over his scalp.

"And unlike you, I know how to cook."

"And unlike you, I don't get mistaken for a woman, Yuri," Flynn fired back smugly as he let go of his friend's hair and leaned back on the floor. Hard to argue against that one, he knew, and since they were both playing dirty this was completely justified.

He rolled his eyes, annoyed at always being called a woman. He collapsed on top of Flynn, staying there for a moment, before rolling off, lying on his back next to his best friend, cake batter framing their bodies and enclosing them into that space. It was reminiscent of Aurnion, and he had to remember that Flynn hadn't experienced that, yet. He wouldn't know that Yuri totally kicked his ass- unfair.

"Well, that's a new one. Can't say we've ever had a fight in cake batter before."

Edited 2010-03-20 10:00 (UTC)

Not bothering to sit up or anything, Flynn settled for simply turning his head to Yuri with a grin.

"It's a bit stickier than mud, that's for sure," he noted amusedly. "Do you think your hair will survive it?"

Edited 2010-03-20 10:05 (UTC)

"It's been through worse." He snorted, turning his head to face Flynn as well. Best friends survived through everything, right? Whatever stood between them, they usually got through it. Theirs was an impenetrable friendship.

He reached over to playfully tap Flynn's shoulder and chuckled. "It'll be annoying to have to clean it up, though."

"Need help with that? I promise not to cut it," Flynn offered quietly. It was true, they fought so much that sometimes it just seems inevitable that their lifelong friendship would just... end. But it always pulled through, somehow. Of course, it's not like that was unexpected.

If Flynn had his way, he'd be Yuri's friend until the day they die. Even if they drifted apart in their ideals in some way, he'd probably be mad at Yuri, but... that wouldn't change a thing for him. And so long as his friend acknowledged their friendship, he would be there. No, even if Yuri stopped, Flynn would continue because he knew...

Their friendship was strong and their ideals wouldn't ever differ from each other too much. They knew each other too well for that to happen.

"You better not, bastard." He raised an arm to rest it over his eyes- what a headache, what a big, stinking, welcome headache. Here with Flynn, after a heated, stupid argument- just business as usual. "Guess I'd be stupid to deny the help of such a good-looking guy, right?"

He snickered, peering at Flynn from underneath his arm. Unlike every other friendship or relationship, his bond with Flynn was strong, immovable, unbreakable. They knew how to break it, knew each other too well not to.

Trust Yuri to make stupid jokes like that. "S-Shut up!" he yelled almost instantly. "Besides, I was asking seriously and you just have to reply with a stupid joke."

The tone was irritated but they both knew this was just normal banter.

As for breaking that bond? Flynn could not, in all honesty, think of why he should. Criminal or no, Yuri was his friend above all.

He laughed- genuinely, without shame or intention to stifle it. The situation was just too funny, too like them. It was like the past week had never happened (though he wasn't too naive to dismiss it and its effects completely).

Take that, deities.

"Hey, hey- who said I wasn't answering seriously, too?" A teasing snort.

"And you get mad when someone points out your feminine qualities," he muttered, briefly turning his head away from Yuri for added effect.

"You're lucky I don't feel like telling on you on your girlfriend."

He wasn't bothered by either remark. Instead, he only grinned, a secret seeming to lurk behind his lips. "Somehow, I don't think she'd mind."

Sitting up, he gathered his sticky hair over his shoulder, trying to sort through most of the tangles. Curiously, he licked the batter from his finger- and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hey, this actually tastes pretty good."

Flynn sat up too and shook his head at Yuri. "And now it's on the floor, and us."

He frowned after that... for a whole two seconds before breaking into a hearty laugh.

"So how about you help me clean up and then we can take a bath together?"

"Reminds me of when we were kids." Even up until Yuri quit the Knights, they did nearly everything together. It wasn't anything unusual, though perhaps it was for other people. Ino seemed to think she was a beard, whatever that meant (she still never really explained). Whatever, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before.

Yuri stood and stretched, holding out a hand for Flynn to take.

Edited 2010-03-20 20:10 (UTC)

"It does, doesn't it?"

Flynn took Yuri's hand with a smile and stood up. After that, he was consciously flinging off the extra bits of batter clinging on his pants and shirt. When he was satisfied, he turned to Yuri with a challenging grin.

"So, let's start, Mr. Yuri Lowell."

Edited 2010-03-20 23:54 (UTC)

"Sure thing, Commandant." Yuri also wiped off the excess, left with only the absolute minimum. It was a little gross, to say the least. Not the best idea he'd ever had.

"Ugh, never doing that again."

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