A/N: Because these stories were wasting away on multiple mediums (my ipod, notebooks, Microsoft), and since the fandom has been a bit quiet I thought: heck, why not?

Prompt: Brownies

Author: Rokutagrl

Chartacters: Koushriou, Taichi

Pairings: Taishirou

Warning: A sexual theme mentioned? Swearing.

Brownies

Koushirou hates himself. Like a lot. Like a whole lot a lot a lot. And just from those small mental outbursts he can only infer that perhaps he's having a mental break down more than anything else.

But it isn't his entire fault. No, in fact, it's Betty Crocker's. It's all her fault, whoever she is with her helpful hints and easy instructions that aren't so very helpful thank-you-very-much!

Koushirou might have a degree in Computer Science from the prestigious Tokyo University, but he also has fudge in his hair, on his face, and a tray full of brown…stuff sitting on the counter waiting to not be eaten by anyone. It's sprinkled with flecks of white the redhead suspects to be pieces of egg, and when he pokes "it" the not quite liquid, not quite solid substance threatens to spill all over the counter. Not that it would really make a difference with all the eggshells, vinegar oil, and flour that's already decorating the surface in some sort of misshapen collage.

"It" was supposed to be brownies. Simple, wonderful brownies that Koushirou would present to his boyfriend to mark their one-year of living together.

They would have been "made from scratch," so that when Taichi-san came home he would ooh and awe over the younger's newfound domestic skills. From there he would promptly whisk the small genius into his arms and learn what else he could do in other parts of the house.

Maybe he should have turned down the oven, because suddenly the kitchen felt twenty degrees hotter than usual.

Koushirou was only in the process of discarding his disastrous first attempt (alright, so maybe it was the third, but it was the only attempt that had looked somewhat like the actual product so sue him), when he heard the door swing open and Taichi announce his entrance.

No swear word in the Japanese dictionary could convey Koushirou's immense displeasure as his failure dropped from his hands in the shock, coating the kitchen floor with chunks of Not-Brownies. It was only more uncomforting that Taichi has a sixth sense for anything food-like and picks that moment to enter the kitchen. Koushirou is sort of thinking of renaming it the "War Zone," for it's very likeness of World War Three the Baking Edition.

"Do I smell brownies?"

"Shit fuck!"

Taichi laughs at the poor, blushing, bumbling Koushirou whose degree from Tokyo University does not actually come with instructions on how to commit seppuku with nothing but an empty tin pan and brownie mix in case your boyfriend chooses to come home early from work to find you making a thorough mess of yourself.

Kind of figures, huh?

Taichi doesn't comment on the room being in disarray, something Koushirou thinks he'll be rewarded for later. Instead he throws some paper towels on the floor, giggling while Koushirou stands back uselessly (for the first time in forever). He then scoops up his lover with a very lecherous grin whispering, "Happy Anniversary, Koushirou!"

And proceeds to make a mess of him, instead.