Title: Fish Eyes
Universe: Get
Backers
Theme/Topic:
Pudding
Rating:
PG
Character/Pairing/s: Ginji, Emishi, Natsumi, Ban
Warnings/Spoilers:
None I can imagine. Maybe some OOCness. XD
Word Count: 503
Time: 34 mins +
minor edits
Summary: Emishi
has a super-special secret recipe.
Dedication: kaeruchan- ahah and you have destroyed kshi's t title of sole
recipient of my weird GB fic. O.o
A/N: I dunno, this is
just kind of…silly. XD But I guess I'm starting to find a GB
voice, slowly. Veeerry slowly. --;;
Disclaimer: Not
mine, though I wish constantly.
Distribution:
Just lemme know.
"Tada!"
Ginji blinks down at the creation.
It may or may not blink back at him.
"There are eyeballs in it, Emishi," Ginji murmurs, looking vaguely horrified.
The other man adjusted his sunglasses in a superior manner. "It's tapioca. Special tapioca! My own recipe, never before tried by any other human being on the face of the planet!" he announces, and it's the truth. "And I wanted you to have the honor of trying it first, Gin-chan!"
Ginji blinks, because that means absolutely nothing to him. "It has eyeballs in it," he repeats, thinking that maybe his friend hadn't heard him the first time.
"It's supposed to, Ginji-san!" Natsumi says as she stops by and slides a cup of tea in front of each man. "Fish-eye pudding," she chirps happily.
Ginji looks a little green. "Fish eyes?"
Emishi sighs at Natsumi's helpfulness. "They're not really eyes," he begins with a finger in the air, like he's going to lecture on something of great importance or something.
Ginji's nose wrinkles. "Fake fish eyes?"
"In pudding!" Natsumi adds, helping again.
Emishi lowers his finger then, puts the hand on her shoulder instead. "Na, Natsumi-chan….er, go get me some coffee, yeah?"
She beams. "Sure!" and heads back behind the counter to fix him some.
Emishi waits after her a moment, before turning back to Ginji. "It's sweet… like candy," he assures the blonde. "And I followed the directions on the box exactly. You know, except for the super-secret recipe that no man on earth has yet to try part, but that just makes it better."
Ginji, wide-eyed, looks up at his former subordinate skeptically. "Fake fish eyes from a box?" Pause. "Na, Emi-chan… is this another one of your pranks?"
The relief in the blonde's voice at the prospect is mildly insulting.
Emishi blinks. "Er…no. Why would you say that?"
Ginji looks visibly disappointed. "Oh."
Emishi grabs Ginji's spoon from the table and sticks it in the yellow-white mass of fish-eye pudding. "Well? Eat up, ne?"
Ginji looks at Emishi like the other man had shot his puppy or stole his best friend or crashed his bike or something like that.
The long-haired man is torn between being indignant and feeling guilty.
From his seat next to Ginji, Ban just snorts and sees right through the loudmouthed idiot, plain as day. "Maybe he just doesn't want something you made, huh?" Midou starts with shark-like smirk. "'Specially if you're too damned chicken to try it out yourself."
Silence.
Emishi gapes.
Ginji blinks.
Ban just looks smug.
Natsumi returns with the coffee a minute later, cheerfully putting it and a small pitcher of cream down on the table in front of Emishi before humming and heading off again, completely oblivious to the sudden change in the room's atmosphere as she smiles at the three customers from her place behind the counter.
After a minute, Emishi sighs and sets the spoon down.
The three of them look at each other a while longer.
Then, "Maybe Shido will try it."
END