mtxref_fic: (Yami no Matsuei)
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Author's Note: Written for [community profile] fic_promptly's Author's choice, author's choice, "A fried chocolate bar, are you kidding me?! Featuring Tsuzuki and Hisoka in a slightly sticky situation...


Hisoka awakened that morning, smelling something odd and sweet: buttery and yet chocolatey at the same time. Another of Tsuzuki's experiments in the kitchen, no doubt. He dropped his feet to the floor and scurried to see what was going on and to prevent the inevitable culinary catastrophe that always seemed to happen when his partner and housemate got to work in the kitchen.

He found a tangle of bowls, flour, eggshells and dirty spoons on the table, and Tsuzuki standing over the stove, a pancake turner in hand, something steaming in a frying pan sitting on one of the burners. Spotting Hisoka, he grinned with delight. "Hey there, Hisoka, you're just in time to try some!"

"Some what?" Hisoka said, peering into the pan, spying several battered things about as long as his hand and bigger around than his thumbs put together.

"Fried chocolate bars," Tsuzuki said, sliding the pancake turner under one and lifting it, turning it onto a plate covered in paper towels, on which two or three already rested.

"Fried chocolate bars?! Are you kidding me?! How many calories are in those things? You know Watari said you need to cut back on sweets," Hisoka snapped.

"Yeah, but I wanted to try just one, and it wouldn't hurt you to have one: he told you that you need to eat more," Tsuzuki said, placing one of the fried monstrosities onto a clean plate and holding it out to him.

Hisoka eyed it, wrinkling his nostrils. "Thanks, but no thanks: I'd rather eat more of something healthier than oily batter on sugar and cocoa butter," he said.

"Awww!" Tsuzuki said, frowning, his head drooping, the hand with the pancake turner sinking at his side.

Hisoka managed a small smile that he hoped looked apologetic. "Well, maybe just one won't hurt," he said, reaching out to accept the plate.

Tsuzuki looked up, his smile returning as he placed the plate on Hisoka's hand. "Hope you like it!"

Hope I don't regret it... Hisoka thought but refrained from saying as he went looking for a clean fork.
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