Play with me

[simpleruser]

1. go here
2. pick a character
3. reply with character request in the subject line, build up a scene of your preference (tl;dr, au, canon, crack, short, I don't even mind)
4. I will bang it like a heavy metal band

(shamelessly ganked from the lovely sugartits)

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[naturalbornkiller]

I don't know if I can teach you anything you don't already know. You're a pretty smart guy you know.

[He thinks it over, trying to come up with something Gokudera might not know. He doubts Gokudera would like another lesson in the rules of baseball, but maybe there is something else...]

Have you ever made sushi before?

[derachan]

Of course I haven't, who do you take me for. [Cooking is what Bianchi does.]

That... [it could be fun, whispers the part of Gokudera that occasionally talks sense.] will be acceptable.

[naturalbornkiller]

[Nonsense, real men cook as well.]

Let's try that then!

[Like, right now. He jumps up and grabs Gokudera's wrist dragging him towards the kitchen.]

[derachan]

[God damn, he didn't mean now.] Oi, baseball... [Oh, who cares, Yamamoto isn't going to be deterred and it could be fun...]

[naturalbornkiller]

[Of course it's fun! Everything with Yamamoto is fun! He pushes Gokudera inside and throws him an apron before tying one around his waste himself. Good thing the restaurant is empty or else dad wouldn't let them in here. He smiles widely and Gokudera.]

What do you want to make?

[derachan]

[There are types? He ties the apron around him with a frown.] I thought we were making sushi.

[naturalbornkiller]

[He smiles at the confusion on Gokudera's face. It's nice to know more about something than him for a change.]

We are! I meant what kind do you want to make?

[He almost suggests octopus, but bites back his remark to keep the peace in the kitchen. It's not a good idea to make Gokudera angry in a space with so many flammable things.]

[derachan]

[Oh right. There are kinds.

Shit. All he can think of is octopus.]

The nice stuff.

[He's going to leave it to Yamamoto to work out what that is. Because he doesn't have a clue.]

[naturalbornkiller]

All sushi is nice!

[Really, what else did Gokudera expect?]

We can start with some simple ones, since you've never made any before. Do you prefer salmon or tuna?

[He walks over to the sink to wash his hands, you should follow him Gokudera.]

[derachan]

[Gokudera's hand lingers by his pocket but he doesn't pull out a cigarette. Maybe he will show manners around Yamamoto sometimes. Maybe.

He moseys over to the sink and washes his hands as well.

Step one: managed.]

Tuna. [Really he doesn't care, it's fish and it all tastes the same.]

[naturalbornkiller]

Okay! We start with the rice, grab a little and shape it...

[He holds a tiny bit of rice in the palm of his hand, carefully molding it into a rectangle shape before rounding the top a bit so the fish will stay on better.]

like this!

[He sets the rice down in front of him and turns to Gokudera. Come on, just copy him it's not like it's that hard.]

[derachan]

[Witchcraft. Gokudera reaches out and pokes the small ball of rice, where it promptly collapses. Too bad he's already taking some rice to try moulding it himself to see the omen of his sushi.

Just mould the rice.

If Yamamoto can do it he can.

A bead of sweat slides down his face as he places the rice on the bench. In another dimension it could be called a rectangle, perhaps the fifth dimension. This one however it's more like a mound that's falling apart. How did that not work?]

This rice is defective.

[naturalbornkiller]

[Yamamoto laughs at him, it really is a pathetic pile of rice. And this is only the simplest part.]

You just need some practice. Let's try it again.

[He grabs some more rice, leaving Gokudera's earlier attempt aside. He hands it to Gokudera, covering his hand with his own to show him how to mold the rice.]

[derachan]

Whatever. [Gokudera is sure the rice is just malfunctioning. It should be recalibrated or something. He can work out the optimum angle for each grain. That will work. For sure.

But Yamamoto doing that might also be helping. Even if his ears are turning red.

He mutters something about baseball idiots disrupting the variables but keeps trying to press the rice into the right shape.]

[naturalbornkiller]

[Yamamoto decides not to mention Gokudera's reddening ears, but that won't stop him from smiling at them.

He takes a look at his friend's second attempt, much better already.]

See? You're learning!

[derachan]

Of course. It's just rice.

[Shitty, terrible rice but it's bowing to his will finally and he does a much better job on his next one, without Yamamoto messing with it and making his ears burn some more.]

[naturalbornkiller]

Sure, sure.

[He totally believes you, yep.]

Are you ready to move on to the fish then?

[derachan]

Yes.

[Fish isn't so hard right? You just put it on. No way to fuck that up.]

[naturalbornkiller]

Okay then!

[He walks over to the fridge and takes out a slab of tuna and puts it on the table in front of them. He takes two huge, sharp sushi knives from the knife block on the counter and hands one to Gokudera hilt first.]

The trick is to cut it to be around the same size as the rice we prepared earlier, but you want to have the sides slanting so it looks like it's more.

[You can do this Gokudera, he believes in you.]

[derachan]

[Knife!

He's not good with knives, he likes the idea of knives, not the knife itself. They're controlled and precise but you've got to keep moving with them and find a way to slash the shit. Blowing it up with exactly the right amount of nitroglycerin is better.

He gingerly lifts it from Yamamoto.

If Yamamoto can, he can.]

Right.

[And hey, the first slice isn't even a disaster.]

[naturalbornkiller]

[If Gokudera could manage to explode the fish into shape without screwing it up that would be totally fine with him.

It might make for a nice gimmick to show the guests. Or not, explosives are kind of dangerous and also illegal.]

You're pretty good at this!

[At least better than with the rice.]

[derachan]

[He could it would just take a concentrated week of calculations for a single piece of fish and by that point it would be rotten anyway.

He continues carefully slicing with his fingers out of the way. It's rough, but probably passable.]

Tch, it's not hard to be great at something simple.

[naturalbornkiller]

Haha I guess so. It just takes some practice to make it look really nice. [He says as he puts down a perfect slab of fish on top of his equally perfect rice.]

[derachan]

[Gokudera twitches. He needs to study this phenomenon, that's simply not natural.

He reaches out, picks up Yamamoto's piece, pops it into his mouth, chews, frowns, swears, and swallows.

It's good and he can't get away from showing it with a tiny smile. At least it's not sitting there on the bench mocking him with it's perfect sculpted beauty.]

Not bad.

[naturalbornkiller]

You shouldn't talk with you mouth full. [But he takes Gokudera's swearing as a compliment.]

Good! [He eyes Gokudera's sushi. It doesn't look nearly as nice as his own but it seems tasty enough.] Can I have yours?