Title: Food for Thought - Chapter 1: Breakfast in Bed
Pairing(s): Yami + Seto
Spoilers: none… takes place post-Noa's arc
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! is the creation of Kazuki Takahashi. Honey Smacks are a product of Kellogg’s. Cheerios are a product of General Mills. This is a not-for-profit fanwork and I do not own any of these characters.
Summary: Sequel of sorts to "Remember to Eat Your Fruits and Veggies" (but can easily stand alone). Breakfast with the Kaibas… Yami and Seto duel with French toast.
Status: 1 / 5
Archived at: http://www.phenixsol.com/Miko/FF/
This is a SHONEN-AI fic (male + male romantic relationship). If you are offended by homosexual relationships, please do not read this. Flames will be disregarded.
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Food for Thought
Chapter 1: Breakfast in Bed
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With the oven pre-heating, Yami went over his ingredients one last time. Six slices of bread, check. In a large bowl, a waiting mixture of three large eggs, milk, powdered sugar, vanilla extract and ground cinnamon, check. Thin slices of butter cut up in small chunks, check.
Stifling a yawn, the crimson-eyed teen dropped the bread slices into the egg mixture, then stooped to pull a large metal pan from the oven. The pan was warm enough already to melt the butter easily. He double-checked the cookbook to make sure he did everything correctly. I guess that’s all the prep work.
While the bread continued to soak, Yami went to the pantry and pulled out a bottle of premium maple syrup, a sealed jar of his homemade strawberry preserves, and a box of Cheerios. The syrup and strawberries went next to the box of confectioner’s sugar already on the counter, while the Cheerios were poured into a bowl and placed an arm’s length away, next to a spoon and empty Blue Eyes White Dragon print coffee mug.
The oven gave a little ding when it reached 425º. Yami fished the soggy bread from the mixing bowl, slapped the slices onto the buttered pan, and topped them off with little chunks of butter, as per the instructions. The pan went into the oven, the timer was set, and Yami settled himself on a barstool by the island, straightened up his robe, and waited.
He must have dozed off because all of a sudden the kitchen was swarming with Kaibas. Perhaps "swarming" was exaggerating… it just seemed that Noa, Mokuba and Seto were everywhere all at once.
"What’s for breakfast?" Mokuba chirped, as soon as he noticed Yami was awake.
"Um… I’m trying to make French," ding went the timer, "toast." Yami rubbed his eyes, wandered over to the oven, and pulled out a pan of rather pathetic, soggy looking bread slices. "Hmm…"
"Dey wook pashetic." That was Seto with a mouthful of Cheerios and his ever-helpful commentary.
Yami looked over his shoulder at his lover, who was already dressed in a shirt, slacks and tie. And good morning to you too, Baby. "They’re not supposed to look like this," he said, a bit miffed.
"Seto, don’t talk with your mouth full," chided Mokuba, as he and Noa watched Yami attempt to flip the bread slices over.
The young billionaire swallowed another mouthful of cereal, then chased it down with a swig of black coffee. He gesticulated at the pan with his mug. "You’re making them wrong."
Yami frowned. "I followed the recipe," he began, but his brunette boyfriend cut him off.
"You soaked the bread too long, and you shouldn’t bother with the oven."
Isn't it too early for this? "Since when do you cook?" The pan went back into the oven.
Seto shrugged. "I know French toast. And that wasn’t it. I hope you’re not going to feed that to my brothers."
"Well… it’s not done yet. And it didn’t look that bad," said Noa, though he had already started edging away from the oven.
Seto rolled his brilliant blue eyes. "Oh please, you don’t have to lie and make him feel better." He checked his watch. "At least you’ll have enough time to eat cereal after Yami gives up on this little experiment."
The shorter teen scowled and crossed his arms. "Just give it seven more minutes. I’m sure it’ll turn out fine. Have I ever screwed anything up before?"
"If by ‘screwed up’ you mean have we died of food poisoning, no." Seto finished off his cereal, drank the last of his coffee, and placed the bowl and mug in the sink, then moved to stand directly across from his younger lover. The two stared silently at one another for a long moment.
"Um, well, I guess we should go grab our backpacks," suggested Noa, and Mokuba nodded in agreement before the two younger teens disappeared.
Seto couldn’t help it. "Your cooking scared them off."
Yami scrubbed at his face. "It’s too early for this, Seto. I’ll be glad to discuss your superior cooking techniques with you later." He turned on the oven light and checked the French toast again.
The taller teen hunkered down and peered in as well. "Well, it looks a tiny bit better. But not much."
Yami sighed. His boyfriend really needed to learn to improve his comforting techniques. Three more minutes. "Your tie is crooked." And I want to strangle you with it. He smirked at the thought.
"Is it now?" Seto straightened back up and let Yami adjust the tie. The ex-spirit smoothed out the collar of his lover’s shirt as well, then fussed over the button placket.
With a sigh, Yami opened the oven and pulled the pan out just as Noa and Mokuba came charging back into the kitchen. "Um…" All three brothers looked at the result.
"No offense Yami, but uh… we don’t want to be late so we’re just going to have cereal, ok? Yami?"
The look on Yami’s face could only be described as "kill me now." Then he began to shuffle towards the pantry. "Cheerios and Honey Smacks," he mumbled, putting the cereal boxes on the island, then going to the cabinets and drawers for cereal bowls and spoons. Two of each item was deposited on the counter. "I’m going back to bed," he murmured, and left the room.
Mokuba and Noa watched as Yami departed, then both turned to their big brother with accusing eyes.
"Do something Nii-sama," Mokuba said.
"Don’t let him go like that," Noa added.
Seto’s brows rose. "Er…" He turned back to the French toast. With a sigh, he checked his watch again, then flipped his tie over his shoulder and went to the refrigerator to fetch some more bread.
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True to his word, Yami was back in bed and dozing on top of the sheets, still in his robe, his spiky tri-colored hair splayed all over the pillows. He looked like he had simply walked in and fell asleep while getting undressed. In a word, he was just adorable.
Seto made a face. Adorable? That shouldn’t even be in my vocabulary. He nudged the mattress with his knee. No response. He tried again and Yami rolled over, mumbling something which sounded like, "Wanna be on top again, Setoooo…"
A light blush touched the taller duelist’s face for a moment, then he sighed and put down the tray he was carrying on the bedside table. "Yami, wake up."
Well, he knew of one sure way to wake his lover up. Leaning over, Seto kissed Yami’s forehead and then moved down to the tip of his nose before planting one on his lips. "Wake up, Yami," he whispered, moving his mouth over Yami’s ear. Crimson eyes fluttered open and blinked blearily at him.
"I brought you breakfast," he said, picking up the tray again and placing it in front of Yami. The younger teen sat up slowly and rubbed at his eyes, then looked at the sight before him. Two golden slices of French toast with a light dusting of powdered sugar, accompanied by a small pitcher of syrup and a ramekin of strawberry preserves, with a glass of apple juice and cranberry juice on the side, along with a napkin and cutlery.
Yami’s eyes widened and he turned to his boyfriend. "You… you made this?"
Seto almost smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "You think I would feed you the French toast you made?"
Yami blushed. "It was pretty awful looking, wasn’t it? All wet and mushy… Uh, I hope you’re not going to be late for work."
"I’m the CEO," he replied, then cocked his head. "Well, aren’t you going to try it?"
"Of course!" Yami took a spoonful of strawberry, dropped it on a corner of toast, and cut a piece off, lifting it to his lips slowly.
"Well?" asked Seto impatiently as Yami slowly chewed the toast. The shorter duelist swallowed and grinned.
"This is amazing, Seto!" He added some syrup and took another bite. "Where’d you learn to make French toast like this?"
A faint smile finally broke across the brunette’s face as he shrugged again. He sat down on the bed and watched as Yami wolfed down the first piece of toast, then leaned forward. "You have some syrup right… here…" and licked a small blob of syrup off of the side of Yami’s lips. The younger teen chuckled and retaliated by dipping his finger in the ramekin and smearing strawberry preserves on his lover’s lips.
Seto’s tongue flickered out to taste the sweet substance as Yami’s own tongue darted forward.
"Yami… as much as I’d like to continue this," he said, a bit breathless now, "I do have to go to work." Yami pouted in response. "Come by for lunch?"
A slow smile spread across Yami’s face. "Of course. And… thank you for breakfast, Kai-baby."
And all is forgiven. Seto suppressed a grin, then stood back up. He walked to the door, then said, "You know… I like your cooking…" before walking out of the room.
In bed, Yami chuckled as he smiled at his breakfast. This was really nice of him. But… I bet he’s happier about the fact that I messed up my French toast and he didn’t. Silly Kai-baby.
In the hallway, Seto finally let his grin break through. You know, I like your cooking… but I kicked your ass at making French toast. Ha! Take that King of Games!
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Additional Author’s Notes (regarding how this chapter came up):
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May 9, 2005