Title: Cooking Lessons
Author: kbtwilight
Fandom: xxxHolic
Prompt: 130 "An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup." - H. L. Mencken.
Claim: General for Tsubasa RC and xxxHolic
Completed: 9/200
Rating/Warnings: PG/Slash (Donuts)
Word Count: 320
Summary: Watanuki was attempting to teach Doumeki how to cook.
Notes: I'm stretching this prompt...
Disclaimer: CLAMP's children...
Watanuki Kimihiro was seriously considering banging his head on a wall. Here he was standing in his kitchen with Doumeki Shizuka, attempting to teach the other boy how to cook. He honestly had no idea how the archer had survived for this long without learning how to boil water.
He looked over to where Doumeki was waiting for his next instructions and sighed, saying in a small voice, "You're hopeless." Doumeki blinked.
"…why?"
Very slowly, Watanuki lifted the pan the other boy had been using to boil the water up to be examined. The bottom was caked with black.
"How did you manage to actually burn water?! Look at this pan!"
"…"
"It's ruined!"
"…I'll buy you a new one?"
"You'd better!" He fumed as he got down another pot and filled it with water, setting it on to boil. "We're going to start with something so simple I'd hope even you couldn't manage to screw it up. Through after what you just showed me, I doubt it. That's why I'm going to cook, and you're going to watch."
"What are you making?"
"Stew, and yes that is what we are having for supper. No, I will not make you something more complicated." Doumeki shrugged.
For a while the lesson continued without further incident, at least until Watanuki discovered the fate of the vegetables he had asked Doumeki to slice.
"Doumeki." He began as calmly as he could. "What happened to equal sized pieces?" He held up two chunks of celery, one nearly twice the size of the other. Doumeki just stared at him.
"Why does it matter?"
Watanuki gave up, and he told the archer so, quiet loudly and with much arm waving. Doumeki rolled his eyes and leaned forward, silencing the smaller boy with a press of his lips. He was smirking when he leaned back.
"Why do I need to learn how to cook? I have you."