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Breakfast
a Shaman King fanfic by Sakura.
Standard disclaimers apply.

Word Count: 349

Note: Edited 2003.10.14.

 

 

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Amidamaru couldn't tell from the way the boy was looking at the box if he was perplexed or annoyed or if he had actually sleepwalked all the way to the pantry, so he decided to make sure. It wouldn't do to have him napping by the counter first thing in the morning. "Yoh-dono?"

"Hmm?" The boy absently said, scratching his stomach through the thin white shirt he had pulled on (inside out, Amidamaru noted idly). "Oh, hi, Amidamaru, g'morning."

"Good morning."

"You're up early." The boy yawned then, stretching arms above his head. "Maaaan it's so cold... Days like these you just want to sleep in, you know?"

The box in his hand waved in the air, caught a bit of sunlight. Amidamaru blinked curiously. Hottokeeki mikkusu---

"Hotcakes." Yoh said, still sounding half-asleep. "For breakfast."

"Uuooo," Amidamaru eagerly said, "we've never had that before! Exactly what are 'hottokeeki', Yoh-dono?"

Yoh scrutinized the box for a moment, flipped it to stare at the stack of flapjacks on the cover, then held it up to Amidamaru's face. "They look like this."

"Very interesting! And what do they taste like?"

The familiar lazy grin lifted Yoh's lips. "No idea."

Amidamaru gaped at him.

"I've never had any." The boy yawned again, slowly ambling over to the refrigerator. "I've had fish and miso and rice for breakfast all my life --- which is fine, really, but you know Anna, she gets these ideas..."

Anna, of course. Amidamaru nodded. It all made perfect sense.

Yoh nudged the refrigerator door shut with one knee, arms full of jars and brightly colored packages, then padded back to the counter, set everything down, and let out another yawn.

"Maybe you ought to wash your face first, Yoh-dono."

"No time for that now."

Amidamaru gazed down at the sleepy-eyed boy holding the hotcake mix box in one hand and a frying pan in the other. Then he thought about the girl sleeping upstairs, covers drawn up to her chin.

"It'll all work out, somehow." Yoh murmured, to no one in particular.

Amidamaru smiled.

 

 

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