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PsyDai: Home Economics the Project
Title: Home Economics the Project
Author: Me
Series: Psydai - Home Ec
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Summary: Atobe ropes Shishido and Oshitari into helping him with the final project for home economics.
Author's notes: Inspired by the interview-thingy with Katou regarding the DVD cooking sequence. Also, first story typed up on the new computer that is now named "Oresama".
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“Okay, so tell me again why we’re doing this?” Shishido complained as he trailed after Atobe who was walking towards the campus market. Oshitari followed behind them listlessly, every so often looking to the side as though searching for spectators and expecting them to jeer. Clearly, Oshitari’s paranoia knew no bounds.
“Because, Shishido, as ore-sama has already said, the bumbling administration has insisted on inter-class cooperation in home economics, for what reason ore-sama could only guess,” Atobe responded without looking back, practically stalking towards his destination.
“Could the reason possibly be the fact that the sensei-tachi were tired of your obstruction of Tezuka-kun’s assignments?” Oshitari finally spoke up, his voice drawling over each syllable, indicating that he personally thought this was exactly the case.
Naturally, being a tensai, Oshitari’s guess had been completely off the mark. After nearly a year of receiving complaints from one specific home economic teacher about how his class had been entirely impossible to teach due to a certain miscreant’s insistence on eating the assignments before they were graded and an entire classes’ grade had gone down as null repeatedly.
Said miscreant had been the newly admitted Marui Bunta and no one had been able to persuade him otherwise.
Thus, the administration came up with a brilliant plan. What if, they’d suggested with a cry of eureka, students were graded on a year end project to be completed outside of class time? Surely this will allow the students to finish their project without Marui’s disturbance.
The problem, however, was that no one in Marui’s class were willing to cooperate with him having all bore witness to Marui’s less-than-productive appetite. Thus the administration had no choice but to allow inter-class cooperation and thus unleashing Marui’s appetite on some less suspecting freshman.
Tezuka had taken the opportunity to pair up with Oishi and left Atobe gaping in the dust, which was why he had turned to his own high school alumni in response.
“Anyway,” Shishido was saying as they arrived at the market and he grabbed the basket with a frown when Atobe gestured, “I don’t see why I have to be the one stuck with cooking our project.”
“That’s because ore-sama had already laboriously picked out the ingredients and menu,” Atobe informed him with a sniff and deposited two kilograms of daikon radish into the basket.
Shishido grunted at the sudden weight. Hefting the basket higher, he asked accusingly, “And what about Oshitari? Why the hell isn’t he helping?”
“Of course I am,” Oshitari defended himself as he frowned at the daikon then raised his brows as a pile of spinach followed. “I’m going to be the test subject for all your cooking.”
“Oh yeah, because eating my cooking is going to be such hard work,” Shishido muttered under his breath as he scowled.
Four potatoes were unceremoniously added into his basket.
“Stop complaining,” Atobe demanded, looking around the produce area and grabbed some tomatoes to dump into Shishido’s basket. He added some leak, chives, onions, and carrots in quick succession. “Ore-sama had to make sure your cooking was passable, ne? What better way than having the pickiest eater in Hyoutei to do the taste testing?”
“I don’t seen why Oshitari can’t help with the cooking,” Shishido grumbled as yet more produce he couldn’t name were added to his basket. He thought there might have been yams, but those were covered quickly with yet more green stuff.
“A gentleman always avoids the kitchen,” Oshitari replied, tipping his glasses and making them glow under the light.
“Which dumbass said that?”
“I believe that would be Mencius,” Atobe answered for Oshitari as he plopped three bottles of milk into Shishido’s already overloaded grocery.
Shishido stared as the basket’s contents filled to near overflowing. Finally, he looked at Atobe, who was staring contemplatively at a large slab of beef, and demanded, “Oi, don’t you think this is enough?”
“Of course not, ore-sama is expecting a proper five course meal out of you.”
“I never agreed to that!” Shishido yelped, almost dropping the basket if it hadn’t been for Oshitari’s quick reflexes.
Heaving under the weight, Oshitari struggled as a slab of wrapped beef fell onto the rest of the groceries. Finally gravity won and Oshitari collapsed under the weight, cushioning the basket as he fell on his buttocks.
“It’s heavy,” Oshitari observed needlessly. He panted for effect.
“Ore-sama had better work out of Kabaji,” Atobe sighed in something akin to despair if he were capable of it.
“Speaking of Kabaji,” Shishido began, reaching down for the load of groceries that Oshitari was clearly having no intention of helping him carry, “why don’t you just get him to do this for you the way you did in high school?”
“Because some of us, unlike others in present company, actually talk to our kouhai and care enough not to disturb them during their entrance exam cram sessions,” Atobe sneered.
“Hey, I talk to Choutarou,” Shishido defended himself, but Atobe cut him off with a look.
“Did Ohtori, or did he not, sneak into a closed campus just so he could find you because you neglected to call him for three weeks?” As Shishido opened his mouth, Atobe nodded and said pointedly, “I rest my case.”
With an imperious gesture, Atobe walked off towards the poultry section and demanded, “Hurry up you two, those meals aren’t going to make themselves.”
~*~
Meanwhile, back in the dormitory kitchen, Tezuka stared blankly at an empty plate that had been previously filled with a stack of sugar cookies, which he’d made in preparation for the home economics’ final project. Before he had a chance to wonder who would eat them or when Atobe developed a sweet tooth, Oishi appeared with a sheepish grin.
“Ah, Tezuka. I see you found out. Marui-kun will be working with us on the final project.”
Title: Home Economics the Project
Author: Me
Series: Psydai - Home Ec
Rating: G
Pairing: None
Summary: Atobe ropes Shishido and Oshitari into helping him with the final project for home economics.
Author's notes: Inspired by the interview-thingy with Katou regarding the DVD cooking sequence. Also, first story typed up on the new computer that is now named "Oresama".
===
“Okay, so tell me again why we’re doing this?” Shishido complained as he trailed after Atobe who was walking towards the campus market. Oshitari followed behind them listlessly, every so often looking to the side as though searching for spectators and expecting them to jeer. Clearly, Oshitari’s paranoia knew no bounds.
“Because, Shishido, as ore-sama has already said, the bumbling administration has insisted on inter-class cooperation in home economics, for what reason ore-sama could only guess,” Atobe responded without looking back, practically stalking towards his destination.
“Could the reason possibly be the fact that the sensei-tachi were tired of your obstruction of Tezuka-kun’s assignments?” Oshitari finally spoke up, his voice drawling over each syllable, indicating that he personally thought this was exactly the case.
Naturally, being a tensai, Oshitari’s guess had been completely off the mark. After nearly a year of receiving complaints from one specific home economic teacher about how his class had been entirely impossible to teach due to a certain miscreant’s insistence on eating the assignments before they were graded and an entire classes’ grade had gone down as null repeatedly.
Said miscreant had been the newly admitted Marui Bunta and no one had been able to persuade him otherwise.
Thus, the administration came up with a brilliant plan. What if, they’d suggested with a cry of eureka, students were graded on a year end project to be completed outside of class time? Surely this will allow the students to finish their project without Marui’s disturbance.
The problem, however, was that no one in Marui’s class were willing to cooperate with him having all bore witness to Marui’s less-than-productive appetite. Thus the administration had no choice but to allow inter-class cooperation and thus unleashing Marui’s appetite on some less suspecting freshman.
Tezuka had taken the opportunity to pair up with Oishi and left Atobe gaping in the dust, which was why he had turned to his own high school alumni in response.
“Anyway,” Shishido was saying as they arrived at the market and he grabbed the basket with a frown when Atobe gestured, “I don’t see why I have to be the one stuck with cooking our project.”
“That’s because ore-sama had already laboriously picked out the ingredients and menu,” Atobe informed him with a sniff and deposited two kilograms of daikon radish into the basket.
Shishido grunted at the sudden weight. Hefting the basket higher, he asked accusingly, “And what about Oshitari? Why the hell isn’t he helping?”
“Of course I am,” Oshitari defended himself as he frowned at the daikon then raised his brows as a pile of spinach followed. “I’m going to be the test subject for all your cooking.”
“Oh yeah, because eating my cooking is going to be such hard work,” Shishido muttered under his breath as he scowled.
Four potatoes were unceremoniously added into his basket.
“Stop complaining,” Atobe demanded, looking around the produce area and grabbed some tomatoes to dump into Shishido’s basket. He added some leak, chives, onions, and carrots in quick succession. “Ore-sama had to make sure your cooking was passable, ne? What better way than having the pickiest eater in Hyoutei to do the taste testing?”
“I don’t seen why Oshitari can’t help with the cooking,” Shishido grumbled as yet more produce he couldn’t name were added to his basket. He thought there might have been yams, but those were covered quickly with yet more green stuff.
“A gentleman always avoids the kitchen,” Oshitari replied, tipping his glasses and making them glow under the light.
“Which dumbass said that?”
“I believe that would be Mencius,” Atobe answered for Oshitari as he plopped three bottles of milk into Shishido’s already overloaded grocery.
Shishido stared as the basket’s contents filled to near overflowing. Finally, he looked at Atobe, who was staring contemplatively at a large slab of beef, and demanded, “Oi, don’t you think this is enough?”
“Of course not, ore-sama is expecting a proper five course meal out of you.”
“I never agreed to that!” Shishido yelped, almost dropping the basket if it hadn’t been for Oshitari’s quick reflexes.
Heaving under the weight, Oshitari struggled as a slab of wrapped beef fell onto the rest of the groceries. Finally gravity won and Oshitari collapsed under the weight, cushioning the basket as he fell on his buttocks.
“It’s heavy,” Oshitari observed needlessly. He panted for effect.
“Ore-sama had better work out of Kabaji,” Atobe sighed in something akin to despair if he were capable of it.
“Speaking of Kabaji,” Shishido began, reaching down for the load of groceries that Oshitari was clearly having no intention of helping him carry, “why don’t you just get him to do this for you the way you did in high school?”
“Because some of us, unlike others in present company, actually talk to our kouhai and care enough not to disturb them during their entrance exam cram sessions,” Atobe sneered.
“Hey, I talk to Choutarou,” Shishido defended himself, but Atobe cut him off with a look.
“Did Ohtori, or did he not, sneak into a closed campus just so he could find you because you neglected to call him for three weeks?” As Shishido opened his mouth, Atobe nodded and said pointedly, “I rest my case.”
With an imperious gesture, Atobe walked off towards the poultry section and demanded, “Hurry up you two, those meals aren’t going to make themselves.”
Meanwhile, back in the dormitory kitchen, Tezuka stared blankly at an empty plate that had been previously filled with a stack of sugar cookies, which he’d made in preparation for the home economics’ final project. Before he had a chance to wonder who would eat them or when Atobe developed a sweet tooth, Oishi appeared with a sheepish grin.
“Ah, Tezuka. I see you found out. Marui-kun will be working with us on the final project.”