September 2005

yuki_666 @ 2005-09-17T17: 02:00

Title: bake cakes ...
Author: Yuki
Pairing: SK / EC
Raiting: PG
Content: Read for yourself! * G *
Disclaimer: The boys are net to me and I make no money with it.
Warning: Yuki is a megalomaniac and thinks he's funny. Judged yourself! Oo
Feedback: Highly desirable.
Note: I dedicate this story just about the Giga Slash Community! * * Knuddelz

Backe, backe Kuchen ...

It was a normal day in February. The sky was overcast with heavy clouds and slowly trickled down more and more flakes, the city covered with a white Schleicher. Despite the cold, all overlaid with a seemingly magical sparkle, and despite the continuing snowfall was for days now Dusseldorf - like any other day too - to life. People were running through the busy streets, others strolled, some inflammatory remarks, and others just waiting for the bus or the tram. The daily routine was so as it does in any other Wednesday. There was absolutely nothing unusual or even exciting - apart from the fact that Venus had an enormous influence today Aries and therefore, according to Astro TV charity no cash transactions should. But fate seemed brazen, the expert opinion of Madame Elenja to ignore it, because the hours passed and minutes and absolutely nothing happened. Yes, you could even say this 28th February would be a terribly boring day.

so boring that there is a very rebellious part of Etienne Gardes Budget to decided to give it a death-defying step. The alarm clock saw his chance to go down in history, in which he broke the lethargy that winter day. He was willing to do the unthinkable. What he had not dared for years. Now it was time. The small quietschgelbe Time indicator with the dial, which could light up even at night, did: NOTHING.

OK, now to the first moment may not seem so terribly spectacular, but these small seemingly unimportant fact, was the reason for a scene of horror, which is a few hours later
- took place in the house Gardé - afternoon at 3 clock.

The part of the apartment, which was otherwise properly entered rarely had turned into a battlefield.
In the middle of flour, butter remains, used spoons, broken egg shells, chocolate and occasional lumps of dough, they were - the charred victims, who had called the fight. A man against his kitchen or against time. Eddy tried to bake cakes. Or muffins. Maybe even a few biscuits. After test number 3, he had his claims a bit screwed down.

experiment number four developed especially in the heat of the oven, the staring at the eSports toxic.
"You damn crap! Woe unto you dare again to burn my gift. Then ... "the blond man threateningly lifted his with a green plaid potholder good right hand.
He saw the usefulness of these ugly things that had given him his mother once, and really just the daylight, when they came for a visit was to learn the hard way.
plaintively he thought of the three Fingers of the left hand, which was now decorated with beautiful patches.

This was also the reason why the second cake was miserably burnt in the oven. For after the first
him due to some adverse conditions to which the eSports thought better not, had fallen from her bare hands and had come to an end on the floor, he had searched for the patch minor burns. I could have sworn that I needed a few minutes. ', Eddy thought brooding as he waited for the new cake was ready.

that he simply had no talent for cooking, the young man had finally viewed, as well as cakes received number 3 in the annals of that bloody day. This was simply unfit for human consumption, which he had placed inside almost to despair. But Etienne Gardé would not Etrienne Gardé if he would let it get away. , Finally, I am the Tekken God. ', He fired himself, thinking of themselves. Nevertheless, he prayed to the great Dr. Oetker, it would be this time a bit, otherwise he would be lost.

the reader is now natural to ask how a small alarm clock could cause such a disaster. Well, it was 28 February and really a special day. Yes, if there was not a fabulous, good-looking, dark-haired Netzreporter birthday would have been. Etienne cursed now, for the hundredth time his hearth, the cuisine and, above all, his alarm clock with ugly words. The fact that he himself was in fact guilty, he skillfully suppressed. Simon, and he had taken extra for free today to celebrate the birthday of his treasure. And then so what! His friend had previously announced for 17.00 clock and Eddy had actually want to get a gift for him.

The emphasis is on "properly", because here comes the alarm clock into the game, who could now earn a life in pieces. Etienne had slept half the day and had time to look for a gift. So he had the first-best idea pursued, jumped into the nearest supermarket and prudent care of by a dozen mixes.
Thus began the tragedy, of course, only be at the alarm clock and it was not debt itself, its course. Finally today he would otherwise have had sufficient time to get a gift. You had to deal not so out weeks before that. Annoyed, he pushed the little voice in his head, who was just starting to make his accusations. He could even use them now. He was so stressed enough.

tired and exhausted, he pointed with his mealy left hand through his hair. "Who would have thought that bake is so exhausting? I know why I'll leave the other Simon. "With a dreamy smile, he thought of his beloved friend with whom he was now happy for several months together. Although it had not been easy for them come together, but now it was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. They trusted each other, already had the key of the other apartment and spent as much time as possible together. He turned the other man in his mind before - the black hair, the beautiful blue eyes, his loving smile. He was just perfect. And he gave him love, security and power. What I would only do without him? "

A sigh he slipped unnoticed from his lips, followed by a soft giggle was heard. Etienne's first impulse was to ignore that noise. But should a burglar steal his cake, he at least had an excuse for Simon. , Speaking of ....' Startled, ripped the eyes and he breathed a whispered "Simon". And indeed - as he stood in front of him, with a mischievous grin on his face and sparkling eyes. "What are you doing here?" Eddy was so taken aback that he forgot to smooth, to congratulate the other. Dubiously pulled up the black-haired his eyebrows. "Did you look at the Clock watched, my dear? It is 5 clock. I'm here on time. "Triumphant, he looked at the blond, who apparently could not believe it still is not that he had lost the battle against time.

, Damn! " shouted Eddy now been determined for the hundredth time in thought. "I'd give NEN Berüßungskuss yes, but you're full of flour." Simon remarked, grinning. Confused, saw his wealth to him. "Uh? How? Simons grin broadened, apparently by a few centimeters. God! He looks so improbable cute when he looks so confused. " When he saw Simon's distinct look, flushed, usually so cool e-athlete. He stammered to himself: "I ... So I .... I would bake you cake NEN. So as gift halt ... "Suddenly the idea came to terribly stupid. His great love was his birthday and he wanted to give him a silly cake. , Please do, it's all just a dream! "

But Simon seemed thrilled by the gesture. Especially since he knew how reluctant Etienne puttering in the kitchen.
Regardless of the flour, which graced his friend at the time, he reached into his neck and pulled him into a gentle kiss, in which he put all his feelings for the other. It quickly became the passionate kiss and the two pressed on getting as close as he could to each other in order to feel each other. Closely entwined rejected it on the kitchen line and reluctantly they solved the wonderful kiss, because they had to breathe. Happily, she smiled at them both. "All Happy Birthday, darling!" Breathed Eddy, Simon before he pressed a soft kiss on the forehead. You could stand for hours like that, but suddenly destroyed Simon the pleasant silence.

treasure? Do you smell that? "He asked. Etienne's brow is furrowed, and he suddenly understood what his friend said. An unpleasant odor went through the kitchen and since the oven was smoking was suspicious, but he actually be the cause.

And it was actually at this so calm and normal Wednesday afternoon for the idyllic winter Düsseldorf by a desperately screamed "NO!" disturbed.
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