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Valentine's Ficlets	By : Garlyle Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scenario 7: Nine (Barry) cooks up a romantic dinner for Seven (Blue)
Content Level: Fluffy

Warnings: None
The mess in his kitchen, could only have been made by two things: One of which was an earthquake. There was only an absolute minimum of structural damage to the kitchen, however, and none to the rest of his house, so that could not possibly be it. It was still a more pleasant prospect than the second - the idea that Barry had been screwing around in their kitchen.
Barry was, however, in that mess somewhere - in a corner, pulling the modern art of an apron off of himself and hanging it up. He clapped his hands together, trying to dust them off, sending clouds of flour into the air.
Blue stood at the entrance, utterly horrified at what had happened to his dear house, until Barry finally turned around and noticed him. He proceeded to panic - but not for reasons Blue wanted.
"No, no! What are you doing here!? Go away! You're not supposed to see any of this!" Barry hurried over, putting his hands - those incredibly dirty hands - on Blue's shirt and shoving him backwards out of the kitchen. He was a pipsqueak, but he was surprisingly strong as he forced Blue out. "Don't you dare look in the oven!"
"I don't want to!" Blue bit back once he had gotten over his shock and gotten onto his anger. "I don't even want to think of what horrors you just did to it!"
"It won't be ready for a couple hours! Go!" Barry was shoving Blue out of the kitchen again, showing that startling strength he had for such a brat, then slamming the door shut in Blue's face.
"Listen, you little pest!" Blue shouted through the door at him. "You'd better make that place goddamn spotless before Red gets here or I'm throwing your ass back out onto the street!"
The complete lack of response bothered Blue, but he'd made his threat; he walked off (stormed off, really), passing through the dining room and out into the living room to pass the time on TV. It was just normal matches, really - some frontier brain battles broadcast from out in Sinnoh that Blue didn't give a damn about.
Blue felt his Eevee hop up onto the couch next to him, and he scratched it idly behind the ears as he watched. He still wasn't sure what good Red was sure would come out of having Barry staying with them for a bit. The boy was impulsive, irresponsible, and apparently a complete natural disaster if left to his own devices. Compared to his father - who was busy having a match that Blue was watching right then - Barry was so very immature and hopeless.
He wasn't sure how long he sat there fuming, but he could see it getting darker outside, through a window. He had mostly forgotten his anger until he felt the stir of his Eevee getting up and bounding towards the front door, and Blue looked up just in time to see Red coming in. Pikachu bounded from his shoulder, running off for mischief with Eevee, and Blue just sat and waved at Red, who just nodded in his direction.
"Barry trashed your kitchen," Blue warned him, listening to the sound of Red pacing along the floor behind him and heading in that direction. As expected, there was no answer from Red; just the sound of his footsteps disappearing off to the dining room. He was surprised to hear them coming back, however, and a tap on his shoulder.
Blue sighed, and shut the TV off, then went and followed Red out into the dining room.
He hardly expected what was waiting in the dim light, cast only by candles (When the hell did their household have candles?). A picturesque dinner, excepting the part where it was served on the rather cheap dishes Blue and Red kept - it wouldn't have looked out of place on fine china or glass. It was lobster, or something like that - Blue suddenly felt extremely inadequate at realising he had no idea exactly what this high-class food waiting for him was. He didn't usually eat like a king, and that's clearly what this was made for. Red just looked at him, shrugged, and sat down like it was nothing.
"...You sure this is safe to eat?" Blue wanted to say something about how he had probably seen some of this stuff on the kitchen floor a couple hours or so ago, but to be honest he couldn't recognise any of it as having been there. The more he thought about it, there was no way Barry was actually responsible for this. Red was already digging in, however, and that meant he clearly had no issue. Blue followed suit awkwardly, staring down the high-class sauces as if predicting their taste was some sort of challenge.
When Barry came in from the kitchen, Blue glared up at him - more than a little offset to see the boy nearly spotless. Wearing different clothes, yes - but he'd clearly cleaned up. And a peek into the kitchen behind him showed no sign of the tornado that had come through it earlier. "Barry..."
"Don't worry, everything's cleaned up!" he grinned, pumping his fist into the air. "I just... you know. Wanted to thank you guys..." he was looking away with a blush on his cheeks. It would have been cute, and the slight smile on Red's face seemed to suggest he thought it so - but Blue wasn't as impressed.
"Where'd you order from?" Blue asked, poking the shell of some seaborne creature with his fork to make a point. Barry stiffened visibly, and Blue continued. "I know you're pulling some sort of--"
Red reached across the table and tapped Blue's hand with the back of his fork, cutting him off. It took the two a moment of staring at each other for whatever kind of strange telepathical, wordless communication Red had to work its way into Blue's brain.
"...Fine. I guess," Blue decided to let it be, turning back to his dinner, but Red was still staring at him. "What? What is it?" Red just shook his head, then looked over to Barry and, after catching his eye, nodded with a smile. Oh, Blue thought, catching on. "Uh... thanks, pest."
Barry grinned, giving an energetic thumbs up for a moment - then stared at the candlelit scene he'd created and coughed. "So, uh... if you'll just excuse me."
He left Blue and Red to their impromptu candlelit dinner. As completely unusual as the idea of something like a 'date' was to the ex-champion and current champion, Blue had to admit it was pleasant enough that he'd go on to briefly forgive Barry's mess in the kitchen. Hell, he'd even forgotten it for a night.
When the sun rose on a new day, and Blue was down in the kitchen after an unusually sweet night between him and his boyfriend, he was attacked by a new species of Pokemon launching itself from his oven.
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Next Episode: N and Black go to an Amusement Park! The ~~Tunnel of Love~~ Ferris Wheel is a must
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