Schuldich almost whistled to himself as he bumbled around in the kitchen. Farfarello was on a mission and the German wanted to surprise his lover with a special meal. It also doubled as a distraction from the train of thought as to *why* he would want to do something like that...He wasn�t a goddamn house wife with a pearly smile or perfect shoes. He was making Farf�s favorite dishes, macaroni and cheese, waffles, spegettie and pizza rolls. While it was an odd assortment the red head didn�t mind at all. He covered the pizza rolls in foil, since he had run out of paper towels, and placed them in the microwave. This was his first mistake.
       He quickly typed in the time absently and hit start. This was his second mistake. Schuldich picked up the thoughts of his lover as Farfarello came down the hall and walked towards the door. Why did he want to see the Irishman so badly? He was only gone for a couple of weeks on a mission with Nagi. The German opened the door and was greeted with the sight of a solitary golden pool set into a wonderfully handsome face.

�How nice of you to welcome me.� In an almost lovingly manner, Farfarello pecked him on the cheek. Schuldich blinked.

�What�was that?� He asked, genuinely confused. The silverhaired man shrugged in response.

�I�ve been gone for two weeks and now I�m kissing you when I get back.� Farfarello rolled his eye heavenward. �It�s supposed to happen.�

�Oh.� The German glared as Nagi snickered behind his hand. �Go fuck the resident pimp squirt.� The teenager gave him the finger before walking off in a hurried manner. Farfarello chuckled lightly and sniffed suddenly.

�What�s cooking?�

Schuldich smiled brightly and replied, �Waffles, pizza rolls, spegettie and macaroni and cheese.� Farfarello blinked in surprise. �You�ve been gone for two weeks and now I�m making your favorite foods. It�s supposed to happen.�

�Har har.� Farfarello lightly smacked the German on the ass before flopping down onto the couch. �How long until its do-�

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!

       The glass-shattering explosion seemed to echo on forever as Schuldich�s first mistake came back to haunt him. Crawford tore from his room, bare chested, fumbling to button up his pants with Nagi on his heels.

�What the fuck happened!?� The American shouted. He ran into the kitchen and screamed. �Schuldich! You blew up the microwave!!!!!!�

�What!?� The German cried.

�What did you put in it!?�

�Ummm, pizza rolls��

�Wrapped in FOIL!?�

       Farfarello stared at his lover for a few moments before breaking out into hysterical laughter. He slumped against Schuldich�s stunned form, his laughter shaking his entire body. Tears were streaming down his face and threw soaking Schuldich�s shirt.
       Nagi was in a similar position, leaning against the doorframe, giggles wracking his slender frame. Crawford�s rage had died away when it finally dawned on him and he could barely keep a straight face. Schuldich was slack jawed.

�You mean...You can�t put foil in the microwave? I�ve seen Farfie do it�..Wait, never mind...�

>>>>>>>

�Can I get one?�

�No.�

�Can I get one?�

�No.�

�Can I get one?�

�No dammit!� Schuldich glared at Farfarello. �You cannot get a fucking blender, all we are here to get is a microwave.�

�Because you blew ours up.� His lover replied sulkily.

�Cooking *your* pizza rolls.�

�In *Crawford�s* foil.�

�So why isn�t he here?�

�Cuz he�s a sadistic bastard.�

�Figures.� Schuldich stopped in mid yawn, pivoting his head to the left. His lips curled into a smirk that sent Farfarello into a daze. The Irishman shook off his surprise and turned to see what his lover was looking at.
       Two girls, one around 13 and one about 18 were yapping to each other. The weird thing was the older one was dressed like Schuldich and the younger one like Abyssian�Schuldich chuckled to himself.

�Their closplaying as some anime characters�.� He grinned and flipped his hair over his shoulder in a shampoo-commercial manner. Farfarello blinked his solitary eye at the two before shaking his head and following his lover. What the hell did kids watch these days? Probably a piece of shit show�
       Schuldich smirked at the longing look in Farfarello�s amber eye as they turned the corner, leaving the blender isle. The German�s emerald eyes lit up and his grin was bright enough to light up half of Alaska.

�DVD players!!� The red head ran into the isle, receiving a few raised eyebrows from other shoppers. Farfarello presumed to boggle, he had *never* seen Schu like this�It was sort of freaky, but in a cute way. Hmmm, when was the last time he had used the word cute??

�We�re here to get a microwave SchuSchu.� Farfarello said in a nasal voice, mimicking his lover to the point of creepy-ness. He grabbed the back of Schuldich�s coat and dragged him away by the collar.

�But Faaaarrffiiieeeee�..� The German turned the pout on his lover.

�Pouting only works if your Nagi, you just look stupid.�

�Love you too Farf.� Schuldich sent him an obscure mental image involving Reiji Takatori, a pineapple and a tub of Crest toothpaste. The Irishman�s elegantly pointed nose wrinkled up in disgust as he smacked his lover up side the head.

�That was disgusting.� He muttered as he eyed the microwaves.

�Just pick one.� Schuldich rolled his eyes.

�I wonder if there are foil-proof microwaves��

�Har har, that�s a real humdinger.�

�Who the hell comes up with words like that? It�s like the word antidisastablishmentarinism. Where would you find that word?�

Schuldich smirked and replied, �Crawford�s collection of pick-up lines?� Farfarello�s slender body slumped against the shelves and he laughed.

�Can we just get one?� The Irishman mumbled, still chuckling under his breath.

�Okay how about�Um�� Schuldich looked at the selection. �The black one.�

�Which black one?� Farfarello scanned the shelves.

�The big one!� The German pointed at the one across from him. �That one.�

�Okay.� The Irishman grabbed a box. �Lets go.� Schuldich rolled his eyes and headed for the checkout stands. ~End of Chapter 2~