Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 21
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 887 | Visits: 224 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.06.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 887 | Visits: 224 | Status: Work In Progress
21
Aya smiled as Yohji released him. He’d already had his morning tea, so it was all good.
“You sure you don’t want to come to get groceries?” Aya nodded, he was sure. “Anything you want to add to the list?”
“Tofu, jasmine rice, and any fruit you can get your hands on. Oh, and green tea, I’m almost out.” Yohji kissed him one more time and then nodded
Once he was sure that his teammates had left Aya eyed the evil coffee maker. He was going to learn how to use the damned thing even if it killed him.
He flipped it over onto his side and proceeded to use a screwdriver to pull it apart piece by piece. He supposed he should write down how everything went together. But then again, he was smart enough to figure out how it would go back to normal.
It didn’t seem to matter though. Even with it pulled apart he couldn’t see how it worked.
He knew that it wouldn’t take the others to get groceries, so he wanted coffee to be ready for them when they got back.
Aya slapped the stupid machine back together any which way. It looked like crap. There was no way he could pretend he hadn’t played with it.
Aya filled a pot with hot water and put it on the burner, pouring coffee beans into it. It didn’t take long to smell like the coffee that the others usually made.
He took out a strainer and strained the beans so that pure coffee poured into the two cups. Omi would have juice like usual, so he didn’t need more than two cups.
He opened the fridge and grabbed the milk. The container was empty. Who the hell puts the empty carton back in the fridge!!!
Aya looked around in the fridge. He needed something that was a milk product. All he could come up with was butter and cream cheese. Aya shrugged and plopped two tablespoons of butter into one cup and one tablespoon of cream cheese into the other.
It didn’t look right, but it was good enough. Then he grabbed the sugar and put two tablespoons into each cup and stirred them.
He quickly washed up the dishes and got rid of any other evidence that he had used a pot instead of the coffee maker.
As if on cue his teammates came through the door with bags full of groceries.
“It smells like burnt coffee in here,” Ken griped. Aya wanted to smack him upside the head for insulting his efforts.
“I made you coffee,” Aya said, keeping how proud of himself he was out of his voice and facial expression.
“Our Coffee maker is ruined! What the hell, Aya!” Ken screeched.
“It was like that when I woke up,” Aya lied.
“Baby, what do you have against our coffee maker?” Yohji asked, wrapping his arms around him.
“I didn’t know how it worked, so I pulled it apart to see.” Aya let Yohji kiss the side of his neck. Omi and Ken were fast at work putting the groceries away.
Yohji picked up his coffee and stared at it before taking a sip. Aya didn’t miss the grimace on his face before Yohji gulped down the entire cup. He’d drank it so fast that Aya knew he hated it and was just humouring him.
“What did you put in it?” Yohji asked, grinning at him as he pulled him close again.
“We ran out of milk,” Aya said, blushing as Ken picked up his cup and took a quick drink. Ken rushed to the sink and spat it out.
“It wasn’t that bad!” Aya pouted.
“I found cream cheese and butter. They’re milk products so it should’ve worked!” Aya leaned into Yohji’s arms.
“Baby, next time you decide to make coffee ask me how its done. If we don’t have milk then just add extra sugar.” Aya nodded. He hadn’t thought of that.
“We need to get a new coffee maker. I’ll show you how it works,” Yohji snorted, kissing him.
“I know you were just trying to do something nice for us. Thanks, Aya.” Yohji kissed the side of his neck, sucking up a mark there. Aya gasped. That always felt so good.
“Come on, guys, not in the kitchen,” Ken griped, his hands on his hips.
“You’re just jealous because Omi won’t make out with you in the kitchen,” Yohji teased. Both Yohji and Aya went still when they saw the frying pan come out of the cupboard.
“Sorry, Omi!” Yohji exclaimed. Omi nodded and slammed the pan onto the burner.
“Its your turn to watch the shop,” Ken said. Aya nodded. He’d known that before Ken told him. He had looked at the schedule.
Aya smiled as Yohji released him. He’d already had his morning tea, so it was all good.
“You sure you don’t want to come to get groceries?” Aya nodded, he was sure. “Anything you want to add to the list?”
“Tofu, jasmine rice, and any fruit you can get your hands on. Oh, and green tea, I’m almost out.” Yohji kissed him one more time and then nodded
Once he was sure that his teammates had left Aya eyed the evil coffee maker. He was going to learn how to use the damned thing even if it killed him.
He flipped it over onto his side and proceeded to use a screwdriver to pull it apart piece by piece. He supposed he should write down how everything went together. But then again, he was smart enough to figure out how it would go back to normal.
It didn’t seem to matter though. Even with it pulled apart he couldn’t see how it worked.
He knew that it wouldn’t take the others to get groceries, so he wanted coffee to be ready for them when they got back.
Aya slapped the stupid machine back together any which way. It looked like crap. There was no way he could pretend he hadn’t played with it.
Aya filled a pot with hot water and put it on the burner, pouring coffee beans into it. It didn’t take long to smell like the coffee that the others usually made.
He took out a strainer and strained the beans so that pure coffee poured into the two cups. Omi would have juice like usual, so he didn’t need more than two cups.
He opened the fridge and grabbed the milk. The container was empty. Who the hell puts the empty carton back in the fridge!!!
Aya looked around in the fridge. He needed something that was a milk product. All he could come up with was butter and cream cheese. Aya shrugged and plopped two tablespoons of butter into one cup and one tablespoon of cream cheese into the other.
It didn’t look right, but it was good enough. Then he grabbed the sugar and put two tablespoons into each cup and stirred them.
He quickly washed up the dishes and got rid of any other evidence that he had used a pot instead of the coffee maker.
As if on cue his teammates came through the door with bags full of groceries.
“It smells like burnt coffee in here,” Ken griped. Aya wanted to smack him upside the head for insulting his efforts.
“I made you coffee,” Aya said, keeping how proud of himself he was out of his voice and facial expression.
“Our Coffee maker is ruined! What the hell, Aya!” Ken screeched.
“It was like that when I woke up,” Aya lied.
“Baby, what do you have against our coffee maker?” Yohji asked, wrapping his arms around him.
“I didn’t know how it worked, so I pulled it apart to see.” Aya let Yohji kiss the side of his neck. Omi and Ken were fast at work putting the groceries away.
Yohji picked up his coffee and stared at it before taking a sip. Aya didn’t miss the grimace on his face before Yohji gulped down the entire cup. He’d drank it so fast that Aya knew he hated it and was just humouring him.
“What did you put in it?” Yohji asked, grinning at him as he pulled him close again.
“We ran out of milk,” Aya said, blushing as Ken picked up his cup and took a quick drink. Ken rushed to the sink and spat it out.
“It wasn’t that bad!” Aya pouted.
“I found cream cheese and butter. They’re milk products so it should’ve worked!” Aya leaned into Yohji’s arms.
“Baby, next time you decide to make coffee ask me how its done. If we don’t have milk then just add extra sugar.” Aya nodded. He hadn’t thought of that.
“We need to get a new coffee maker. I’ll show you how it works,” Yohji snorted, kissing him.
“I know you were just trying to do something nice for us. Thanks, Aya.” Yohji kissed the side of his neck, sucking up a mark there. Aya gasped. That always felt so good.
“Come on, guys, not in the kitchen,” Ken griped, his hands on his hips.
“You’re just jealous because Omi won’t make out with you in the kitchen,” Yohji teased. Both Yohji and Aya went still when they saw the frying pan come out of the cupboard.
“Sorry, Omi!” Yohji exclaimed. Omi nodded and slammed the pan onto the burner.
“Its your turn to watch the shop,” Ken said. Aya nodded. He’d known that before Ken told him. He had looked at the schedule.