Challenge: Valentine’s Day
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Disclaimer: CLAMP owns all of CCS.
Notes: Maybe I shouldn’t be doing Nakuru again but the fangirl bit is just too good to pass up. And so maybe it would be a bit disjointed… Oh and Happy Valentine's Day.
Time Taken: 45 minutes. More or less.
“Honestly, Nakuru, I didn’t mean to eat it. You know how I hate sweet stuff, but it looks white, just like milk.”
“It’s in the fridge. Frozen.” Nakuru sulked.
“How would I know that you’re not being exotic and trying to make a few frozen milk cubes?”
“But it’s chocolate. It’s sweet. And you always know how to avoid sweet stuff.”
“Of course I know how to avoid sweet stuff. How could you miss it when it comes with this loud rabid fangirl. You’re practically a walking danger sign which can’t be missed.”
“But… but… it’s for Touya-kun…” Nakuru poked sadly at the remains of the now melted chocolate on the floor.
Nakuru sighed and started to clear up the kitchen.
“I’m really really sorry.” Spinel flew in front of Nakuru, “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
Spinel chewed on his lower lip nervously as he wondered how he could best answer the question. But either way, he would feel just as bad.
“…Fine… I suppose it’s a yes…” he said reluctantly.
“Okay, you can begin by clearing up the kitchen.”
“That wouldn’t take long, what am I supposed to do after that?”
“Then, we shall explore the joys of Valentine’s Day.”
The glint in Nakuru’s eyes made Spinel wonder at the appropriateness of the word ‘joys’.
“Well, so you’d appreciate the effort which goes into it.”
“And what do I have to do after that?”
“Well, that’s a secret.”
Spinel was beginning to regret it very very much.
“First, out the powder in a pot.”
“Add milk and butter… it’s over that side. Don’t add too much of it, it’d ruin the taste.”
“Stir over a fire, be careful, don’t over heat.”
“Pour it in here and put it in the fridge. Be careful, don’t let it overflow. Gently, gently.”
“Oh, it’s so easy when you’re just standing at the side there giving out instructions. You do happen to realise that I only have paws?”
“It won’t be punishment if it’s that easy, would it?”
“Well, we’ll have to let the chocolates sit in the fridge for a few hours or so, so next would be… Valentine’s Day Card. Touya-kun’s Valentine’s Card. You’d have to help me think of what to write for his card! I’ll have to apologise for not being able to give him chocolates on time! I don’t want him to hate me!"
“…I don’t really think he’ll hate you if you don’t give him chocolates.”
“Fine, at least, I don’t want him to forget that I’ll be constantly lurking in the background ready to ambush him. Ah… what fun it is to play with Touya-kun…”
Spinel sighed, what else could he do? This was Nakuru after all. “Oh well… I suppose you could begin with the classic ‘I love you’.”
“But I don’t want it to be classic. He’d get plenty of cards with those words on it. I want to be unique.”
“…how about ‘You’ll never get rid of me’?”
“…Shouldn’t it be more of ‘I’ll be by your side forever’?”
Spinel shrugged, “I thought he’d get plenty of cards with those words on it. And I do want yours to be unique, don’t I?”
After a few hours of interesting exchange, regularly punctuated by warnings of “Suppi…”, the Valentine’s Day Card contents were decided as followed:
To beloved Touya-kun,
I’m sorry I won’t be able to give you chocolates. But I’ll
“But I don’t understand, why won’t you give Kinomoto the chocolates? You’ve already made some.”
“Those aren’t for him. They are for the special people. And Kinomoto-san would probably throw my chocolates away and that would be a terrible waste.” Nakuru grimaced.
“You called him Kino-” Spinel bit his own tongue to prevent himself to saying anything else. A sane Nakuru was rare and he would do nothing to stop it.
“Nothing.” He looked away.
“Okay, I think our chocolates should be done.” Nakuru turned from the table and to the fridge.
“I suppose these are it.” Nakuru placed the finished pieces of milk chocolates in front of Spinel.
“…wow…” Spinel sensed a surge of pride rushing through him. He had never made anything in his life. This was his first, and it was… beautiful.
“Aren’t they pretty?”
“Don’t you like them?”
“Good. Now, you'll eat them.”