Won: It's me again! Sorry it's been a while: I've had a LOT going on, good and bad. As of March 5th, I'm officially 16 years old! -throws confetti- And I thought I'd celebrate by handing you all this new chappie. Thanks to all my beloved supporters! If you happen to read my other fanfictions, I'm working on all new chapters as I type this blog thingie for this chapter. Look for an update on 'The Cursed Prince' as well as 'The Kingdom Below' and 'My Hand In Yours'. Those are the ones I'm working on. As well, I'm going to try and get up the next chapter of 'Hopelessness', which, as my fans know, is my first fanfiction and I'm really loyal to it, so it deserves another chapter.

Well, enough about me. Read on, my fellow fanficion-ers, Read on!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a chocolate cake with cream-cheese icing drizzled in chocolate ganosh, and that's all I'll need!

Morning came too quickly. The sun did not shed its light upon the floor, today; instead, rain battered the glass, trying unsuccessfully to break in. Gary woke up with another head ache, which increased as he heard retching coming from a room downstairs. He looked to Ash, who was tossing and turning in his sleep. Something told Gary today wasn't going to be so great.

The smell of breakfast was absent, today. There were no eggs popping on the stove, and no bacon sizzling in the frying pan. Just the sound of rain beating against the kitchen window. The mood was overall depressing. The boy sighed, opening the fridge and deciding he would make breakfast.

Now, Gary wasn't a master chef, like Tracy, but he could make edible food. Which seemed to be his only choice, today. He snagged the eggs and cheese, (what? They taste good together!), the butter, the bread, whatever else was needed and set everything on the counter.

About five minutes later, Gary was already cursing.

"God damn pan dropping on my fucking foot!" The auburn-haired boy growled, hopping around on one foot, "Damn you to hell, you demon!" He cried at the offending cookware. Someone giggled, and he turned around.

Ash was leaning against the entrance to the kitchen, shaking his head and laughing. "I can see this is not going to end well..."

Gary frowned. "It was the damn pan's fault!"

"Oh, I believe you..." Ash murmured, rolling his eyes. He wandered in, picking up the pan and setting it on the stove. He twiddled with the dials for a moment before a small blue flame came on underneath the pan. "Get out, before you hurt yourself again, Gary." He said, cracking eggs, "You'll end up waking Tracy.

Gary stared. "Since when did you learn how to cook?!" He blurted.

Ash whacked him with a whisk he had found. "I'm not food illiterate! Geeze! I've known since forever!" He turned back to his eggs, "Mom taught me. And Brock, he helped." He admitted. He shook the bowl a bit before pouring it into the pan, where the mixture sizzled.

"Then why don't you ever cook for yourself?"

Ash shook the whisk at him. "Do you want me to hurt you?"

"No."

"Then stop asking me questions."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." Ash said simply, "Now get."

Gary grumbled, "Good morning to you, too.", and was promptly smacked with the utensil again before he scurried out of the kitchen.

Tracy yawned, sitting in a chair in the dinning room. He looked up as Gary came in. "Any reason for the stripes of yellow on your face?"

"Ash is taking lessons in cruel and unusual punishment from you." Gary growled, wiping the egg off his face.

Tracy smiled and clapped his hands. "Oo! Which one did he use?!"

"Whisk."

Tracy wiped away an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye. "He grew up so fast..." He dodged a swipe from Gary. "Hey, it's not my fault your wife wears the pants in the relationship!"

Gary tackled Tracy. "Excuse me?! I'll have you know HE is the one on the bottom, thank you oh so much!" There was a cry of protest from the kitchen, and Ash ran out with a rolling pin. "Aw, shit..."

Tracy nearly died laughing as Ash chased Gary around and around the table.

"WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU TELL HIM THAT?!?!"

"It slipped! Honest! Gah! Watch where your swinging that! Ow! Damn it!"

Tracy stood over the two as they rolled along the floor, rolling pin lying forgotten beside the wall.

"Go for his ear, Ash!" The older of the three cried.

Gary eyed Tracy with a look of loathing from his place on his back. "Tracy just shut u-OW! Ash, stop biting my ear, dammit! Ow! No! All right, that's it!" Gary reached below the other's waist, "I won't let you fight dirty!"

Ash yelped, scrambling off the other to the the rolling pin, but having it snatched up at the last minute by a very peeved looking Gary. The younger smile/winced.

"Uh...I got a little...carried away...I guess..." The dark-haired boy mumbled. Gary rolled his eyes and outstretched his hand, hauling Ash to his feet.

"Yeah, well, I'd rather NOT have a concussion due to 'getting a little carried away', if you don't mind, Ash."

Ash muttered something under his breath and blushed. "Sorry..." He murmured.

The auburn-haired boy chuckled, mussing up Ash's hair. "It's all right. I know you don't mean to kill me." He joked. Ash swatted at him playfully.

"It's too early for you to be messing with my head!"

Tracy snickered. "So, we gonna eat or...?" Ash shook himself.

"Oh! Right! Dammit, I left shit on the stove...I'm surprised it's not burning..." He dashed back into the kitchen and the other two seated themselves, talking pleasantly about anything and everything. What had started out as an ominous morning had become a good time. It wasn't long that Ash, looking relieved, brought out plates and served the food. Not a single thing had burned or been under cooked.

Tracy pointed his fork at the boy. "Say, wanna work here? I'll pay you. All you do is cook and provide bedside services to the young master..." Both Ash and Gary swatted him. "Okay, Okay! Sor-ree!"

Gary polished off his plate, leaning back into his chair and sighing contently. "You do cook well, I'll give you that." He admitted, quirking a cocky smile at his young lover.

Ash raised an eyebrow. "That much? What? Something I did wrong?"

"Not at all. But I wouldn't mention bed life in front of Tracy."

Ash rolled his eyes. "You're both perverted."

"You love me that way."

"Unfortunately, yes, I do." The dark-haired boy admitted, though he didn't seem all that upset about it. In fact, he grinned faintly, which caused the green-eyed boy to nudge his foot gently under the table. This led to a quiet, yet noticeable game of footsie. Tracy smiled, sipping his morning coffee. It was so cute. The two of them. He closed his eyes for a brief moment.

Slowly, it seemed, they were all steadily becoming the family they were meant to be.

Won: Cue the end of chapter! I haven't written a foot note in a while...Anyway! Thanks to all that read this! Don't worry, it's not finished yet! Ashy and Gary have yet to go to Japan! Hang in there!