Prompt Exchange 4: Rocket Science
Apr 21, 2016 18:34:15 GMT
yesterday, phantomshyraz, and 2 more like this
Post by doublexxcross on Apr 21, 2016 18:34:15 GMT
[exchange #4 - "rocket science"]
[prompt: "Gosho Boys attempts to cook together (doesn't matter if they excel or fail spectacularly)"]
[summary: do or do not - there is no 'try']
[characters: shin'ichi, ran, kaito, hakuba, heiji, kazuha]
[words: 699]
[prompt: "Gosho Boys attempts to cook together (doesn't matter if they excel or fail spectacularly)"]
[summary: do or do not - there is no 'try']
[characters: shin'ichi, ran, kaito, hakuba, heiji, kazuha]
[words: 699]
He didn’t need cooking lessons.
How was that so hard for Ran to understand? Kudou Shin’ichi did not need cooking lessons. There was no way in hell that Kudou Shin’ichi required cooking lessons.
His diet was fine. The ramen was fine. The caffeine was necessary. He had a world literally at his doorstep with all the take-out places in Tokyo, there was a convenience store with acceptably healthy bento not two streets away, and if he did nothing but eat at Arséne for every meal, he could afford it for the next several years. Nothing was wrong with the situation.
Heck, it wasn’t even a week ago that Ran had literally walked through the door to just straight-up cook a meal, something she had been doing ever since he’d started living alone. She had him covered.
So… why had she dragged him to a cooking class?
“Because,” she said, “there’s no way you can live on your own and not know how to cook!”
So now, here he was, standing over a bunch of supplies in a cooking classroom.
“Let’s do our best!” said Ran, next to him, and gave him a thumbs-up.
Oh, she might’ve said that she was interested in brushing up her own skills, but she was probably much better than the instructor (whom Shin’ichi thought, personally speaking, probably didn’t cook outside of the class). No, she was only here to make sure he didn’t run.
Of course, he wouldn’t have the chance to consider planning an escape if she hadn’t deluded herself into thinking that he needed cooking lessons.
He was a detective, you know. He got knives. He got chemical reactions. He did understand all this stuff…
He glanced down at his evidently burning, foul-smelling pan.
He had had several, several years of domestic skills education in school. All mandatory. He wasn’t Conan anymore, he didn’t have the excuse of being a small child - how was he failing at this?
“Ran, can you take a look at this and tell me what you think?” he finally muttered, keeping his head down.
He felt the pressure of Ran leaning over.
“Well…” she began, and for a second Shin’ichi swore he heard her eyes widening, “-um…”
“It’s… it’s bad, isn’t it,” Shin’ichi admitted.
“No… no, it’s not,” Ran stuttered, “it’s- you’re trying.”
“I’m trying.”
“Weeeeell-”
“Man, that looks like garbage.”
Odd - that bluntness didn’t sound like the class instructor. He looked up to see what was essentially a toothy grin and spiky hair attached to a mirror. One of the other students; they’d seen him earlier and made a pointed, quiet effort to avoid him in case it got confusing.
“Uh, thank you,” Shin’ichi replied curtly, and offered a look that he hoped would chase the guy away.
It didn’t. “Like, actually the worst.”
“Uh…”
“I mean, seriously.” The stranger reached over and picked up the pan, sniffing and recoiling in… glee, disturbingly. “You’re that guy who’s supposed to be, like, the Saviour of the Japanese Police, right? How do you even screw up this hard?”
Suddenly, from the front of the classroom, a giant flame sprung into existence.
“KUROBA!” screamed Hakuba Saguru, mysteriously here and donning the same school uniform as the spiky-haired Shin’ichi doppelganger.
His smile never faltering for a second, ‘Kuroba’ breathed in and out, put down the pan, turned around, and hurried back to his counter, producing a fire extinguisher from seemingly out of nowhere.
Hakuba was uncharacteristically furious. “What the hell did you put in there, Kuroba!? Nothing just randomly explodes like that!”
“I thought it’d be funny!”
“Funny? FUNNY?”
Underneath the bickering, Ran’s breath tickled Shin’ichi’s ear. “You want to know what I think?”
“…Yeah?”
“I think, no matter how bad you are at this… you could be him.”
Shin’ichi nodded slowly. “I wonder if Hattori’s any good at this.”
---
“Uhhhhh heeeey, Kazuha?”
“What is it?” Kazuha walked into the kitchen and, upon seeing the awkwardly bubbling stove, put a hand to her face. “Oh my go- how’d’ja do this?”
“I just did whatcha told me!” Heiji spluttered.
She slammed the lid over the pot. “This is why ya know so many local rest’rants, ain’t it…”
“Ehehehe…”
How was that so hard for Ran to understand? Kudou Shin’ichi did not need cooking lessons. There was no way in hell that Kudou Shin’ichi required cooking lessons.
His diet was fine. The ramen was fine. The caffeine was necessary. He had a world literally at his doorstep with all the take-out places in Tokyo, there was a convenience store with acceptably healthy bento not two streets away, and if he did nothing but eat at Arséne for every meal, he could afford it for the next several years. Nothing was wrong with the situation.
Heck, it wasn’t even a week ago that Ran had literally walked through the door to just straight-up cook a meal, something she had been doing ever since he’d started living alone. She had him covered.
So… why had she dragged him to a cooking class?
“Because,” she said, “there’s no way you can live on your own and not know how to cook!”
So now, here he was, standing over a bunch of supplies in a cooking classroom.
“Let’s do our best!” said Ran, next to him, and gave him a thumbs-up.
Oh, she might’ve said that she was interested in brushing up her own skills, but she was probably much better than the instructor (whom Shin’ichi thought, personally speaking, probably didn’t cook outside of the class). No, she was only here to make sure he didn’t run.
Of course, he wouldn’t have the chance to consider planning an escape if she hadn’t deluded herself into thinking that he needed cooking lessons.
He was a detective, you know. He got knives. He got chemical reactions. He did understand all this stuff…
He glanced down at his evidently burning, foul-smelling pan.
He had had several, several years of domestic skills education in school. All mandatory. He wasn’t Conan anymore, he didn’t have the excuse of being a small child - how was he failing at this?
“Ran, can you take a look at this and tell me what you think?” he finally muttered, keeping his head down.
He felt the pressure of Ran leaning over.
“Well…” she began, and for a second Shin’ichi swore he heard her eyes widening, “-um…”
“It’s… it’s bad, isn’t it,” Shin’ichi admitted.
“No… no, it’s not,” Ran stuttered, “it’s- you’re trying.”
“I’m trying.”
“Weeeeell-”
“Man, that looks like garbage.”
Odd - that bluntness didn’t sound like the class instructor. He looked up to see what was essentially a toothy grin and spiky hair attached to a mirror. One of the other students; they’d seen him earlier and made a pointed, quiet effort to avoid him in case it got confusing.
“Uh, thank you,” Shin’ichi replied curtly, and offered a look that he hoped would chase the guy away.
It didn’t. “Like, actually the worst.”
“Uh…”
“I mean, seriously.” The stranger reached over and picked up the pan, sniffing and recoiling in… glee, disturbingly. “You’re that guy who’s supposed to be, like, the Saviour of the Japanese Police, right? How do you even screw up this hard?”
Suddenly, from the front of the classroom, a giant flame sprung into existence.
“KUROBA!” screamed Hakuba Saguru, mysteriously here and donning the same school uniform as the spiky-haired Shin’ichi doppelganger.
His smile never faltering for a second, ‘Kuroba’ breathed in and out, put down the pan, turned around, and hurried back to his counter, producing a fire extinguisher from seemingly out of nowhere.
Hakuba was uncharacteristically furious. “What the hell did you put in there, Kuroba!? Nothing just randomly explodes like that!”
“I thought it’d be funny!”
“Funny? FUNNY?”
Underneath the bickering, Ran’s breath tickled Shin’ichi’s ear. “You want to know what I think?”
“…Yeah?”
“I think, no matter how bad you are at this… you could be him.”
Shin’ichi nodded slowly. “I wonder if Hattori’s any good at this.”
---
“Uhhhhh heeeey, Kazuha?”
“What is it?” Kazuha walked into the kitchen and, upon seeing the awkwardly bubbling stove, put a hand to her face. “Oh my go- how’d’ja do this?”
“I just did whatcha told me!” Heiji spluttered.
She slammed the lid over the pot. “This is why ya know so many local rest’rants, ain’t it…”
“Ehehehe…”