OOC: LOG Shinjiro and TYE!Fuuka
Who: Shinjiro and TYE!Fuuka
What: Shinji tells Fuuka a bedtime story.
When: Sunday, July 13
Where: Fuuka's bedroom
Why: because we needed something ridiculously cute
Warnings: Rated C for Cavity causing child cuteness.
Fuuka brushed her teeth just like Shinji-niisan told her to. She had to stand on her tippy toes in order to do it, but she did it. Wiping her face on a towel she headed down the hall to her room, where Shinji-niisan was waiting by the door. "Hi!" She said, smiling wide to show her sparkly clean teeth.
Shinji looked down at her and had to do his damndest to try and hide the smile that was creeping onto his features. This was cute. He didn't do "cute." Even so, he couldn't deny that he was quite taken with Fuuka. She had been shadowing him since this whole disaster started. Once he got used to having a pair of tiny feet scurrying behind him with every step, he didn't mind it so much. He jerked his thumb into Fuuka's bedroom while casually rubbing his neck with his other hand. "Alright, munchkin....into bed with you."
"Okay," Fuuka said cheerfully and scurried over to her bed. She pulled back her sheets and climbed into it. Wiggling her toes, she waited as patiently as she could for Shinji-niisan to come tuck her in.
Shinji wandered in, looking around at Fuuka's room. He had never been in her room before...never been in any of his other friend's rooms in actuality. Yet somehow, he wasn't surprised by it...her room is exactly like he would have pictured it. He walked over slowly, leaning down and tucking the covers beneath Fuuka, making her nice and snug. "So, uh...you....wanted a story, right?" What the hell was he doing? He couldn't remember a damn nursery rhyme and he had promised the girl a freakin story?
"Yes, please," Fuuka said. She bunched her blankets in her hands and held them up to her chin and grinned. Her feet were still wiggling a little, but she was trying to settle down. But Shinji-niisan was in her room and going to tell her a story. Settling down was a little difficult at the moment. "One about the future!"
He sat on the edge of her bed and sank in a little. "Right...the future....with robots and...cooking, you said, right?" Yeah. Nice. This should be easy. Not.
"Right!" she said, grinning.
He sighed as he took off his cap and ran his hand through his shaggy hair. "Alright then..." he began. "Uh...once upon a time...there was this...android. He was from the future. He really...like...wanted to be the best android chef in the entire...future...world..." What the hell was he even saying?
"What was his name?" Fuuka asked. She was impressed with the story so far. An android chef sounded really cool.
He blinked. Shit. He hadn't even thought of a name. What the hell was a cool future sounding name? "Uh...his name was...Aki...tron. Akitron 9000."
She giggled. "Akitron 9000!"
He buried his face in his hands, half to cover the blush that he knew was forming and half to recenter his train of though. "A-Anyway...Akitron 9000, Aki to his closest friends, wanted to be the best chef in...future...earth...world. But...there was a problem. See, androids don't have a sense of taste...so he had no way of knowing if what he cooked was any good."
"Oh no!" she gasped, covering her mouth with a tiny hand. "What's he going to do?"
He had to pause for a second. He couldn't deal with this. She was too cute. It was killing him. "Well, that was the question wasn't it? He tried everything to try and develop a sense of taste. But even the future....robot...doctors said that robots could never truly have a sense of taste. They told him to give up and be like all of the other androids and robots."
She frowned. "That's so sad, Shinji-niisan! He should find a friend who can taste for him!"
He smiled a bit. "Well, he did one better. On his way home one day, he stopped off in a...uh...bake shop. He watched as the bakers went about their business and watched as they sold all of their cakes....and he wished he could do what they did. Before he knew it, it was closing time, and he had to go."
Her eyes widened and she waited for him to go on. "And then what?"
He sighed. For some reason, this was becoming easier. "Well, he was about to go...when the head baker came out and stopped him. He placed his hand on Aki's shoulder and handed him a cupcake. Aki turned to him slowly and said 'I'm sorry...but...I cannot taste how delicious your food is...I'm an android.'"
"What's the head baker's name?" she asked.
God dammit, what is it with kids and fucking names?! "Uh...Shin...jo....Shinjo....the...Future Baker...." Oh yeah. Smooth. No one's going to make that fucking connection.
Fuuka giggled. She made the connection, but not wanting to embarrass Shinji-niisan, she didn't say anything about it. "Shinjo sounds like a really great person."
"Yeah well-" he stopped and looked at her, eyebrow raised.
She gave him her best innocent expression.
He cleared his throat. "A-Anyway..." he began again, "Shinjo looked at Akitron and said this: 'The key to great cooking is not in your taste...the key to being a great chef is your passion for it. Now, come with me.'" He motioned for Aki to follow him into the kitchen. Aki was confused...but he followed anyway."
"He sounds so smart, Shinji-niisan. What happens next?" She looked up at him eagerly.
Okay...Shinji was pretty sure these compliments were meant towards him and not the character now. He rubbed the back of his head and continued. "Shinjo turned to Akitron and told him to bake him a cake...the best cake that he could. Akitron protested. He said that anything he could bake would taste terrible. He didn't want to make Shinjo's...uh....t-tummy hurt." He couldn't believed he just willingly said the word 'tummy.' "But Shinjo looked at him and simply said 'I believe that anything you make will be delicious to this old tummy...'"
She giggled. "Did he pat his tummy as he said that?"
"Pat it?" He smiled a bit, "he rubbed it and it jiggled too. Shinjo was pretty plump." Was he actually enjoying this now?
She covered her mouth and laughed hard. "Show me how he rubbed it?"
He blinked for a second. He couldn't believe what the hell he was about to do. He reached over and gripped Fuuka's pillow. "Lemme borrow this for a second."
"Okay!," Fuuka nodded and shifted up so he could take her pillow. She then covered her eyes in case Shinji-niisan wanted privacy while he stuck the pillow under his clothes.
He smiled a bit at her and jammed the pillow up his shirt, fluffing it so that it looked like a fat belly. "Alright, open em up."
She peeked between her fingers before he'd finished, but then quickly pushed them back together before he spoke. Pulling her hands away from her face she giggled. "Okay, how'd he rub it?"
He leaned back like an old man with a huge gut and smiled a bit. "Just like this." He made an exaggerated rubbing and patting motion on his newly acquired pillow tummy. Then, for no reason at all, he added an old man's jolly laugh. "Oooohohohohohohoho!"
Fuuka fell over, gripping her own belly, she was giggling so hard. She rolled back and forth laughing, her eyes squeezing shut. After a moment she looked up at Shinji-niisan and started giggling all over again, even though she hadn't yet stopped.
He laughed a bit too, and had no intention of stopping the story. In fact, now he added voices. "Well, Akitron didn't know how to react....he turned to Shinjo and simply said 'As you wish, sir.'" He tried his hardest to make a pleasant sounding voice for Akitron. "And then Akitron went to work...all the while, Shinjo watched with a smile, rubbing his growling tummy. Just like this." He demonstrated for Fuuka once again. "And then, after about two hours...the cake was done."
She burst into giggles once more, covering her mouth. "What kind of cake was it?"
He leaned in and whispered "Akitron didn't know...he couldn't taste anything, remember? He just followed his heart and kept adding ingredients." He smiled a bit.
She squeaked when Shinji-niisan leaned in, covering her mouth to keep from giggling. "Then Shinjo needs to taste it and tell Akitron what it tastes like," she whispered back.
He leaned back and started up again. "Akitron nervously pulled the cake from the oven. It was golden brown and looked very soft and delicious. He set it on the counter and cut a large piece for Shinjo. He set it before the head baker, and Shinjo happily picked it up and took a huge bite. Akitron looked on nervously." Man...he was actually getting the hang of this.
Fuuka flailed her tiny little arms, "Don't stop there, keep going, keep going! How's it taste?"
"Well..." he began. "Shinjo chewed it and chewed it and chewed it some more." He pretended to chew a large chunk of cake for visual effect. "And then suddenly, he let out a great, jolly 'Ohohohohohohohohohohohohooo!!!' Akitron jumped back, stunned, and he watched as Shinjo hungrily devoured the rest of his cake. 'It's simply delicious, my boy!'"
"I want to try some of that cake, too!" she said, giggling. She sliced the air with her finger and acted like she was putting a piece of cake on a plate. She then took a big bite of imaginary cake and smiled. "Wow! This is delicious!"
He laughed and poked her nose. "You're damn right it was. It was the best cake Shinjo ever tasted. Akitron couldn't believe it, he didn't even remember the ingredients he had used! Shinjo looked at him then, and said 'You see? It's not about taste. It's about how much love you have for cooking. You're already one of the finest chefs around...and you didn't even know it!' Akitron couldn't believe his android ears. And if you thought he was surprised then, wait until you hear what Shinjo said next."
Dropping her imaginary cake, Fuuka's eyes widened and she leaned forward slightly. "What did he say next?"
Shinjiro smiled, an honest, warm smile. "He turned to Akitron and asked 'Would you do me the honor of working here? At my bakery? I want the world to see just how wonderful a chef you are.'"
"He said yes, right? Right?" she asked, smiling back and clasping her hands together at her chest.
Shinji sat back on the bed. "Akitron couldn't believe his ears...it was his dream come true. All this time, he was an amazing chef, and he never knew. 'Yes,' he said to Shinjo. 'I would love nothing more than to work here.' Aki smiled more than he ever did before in his life. The next day, Shinjo's bakery was filled with dozens of unique, amazing pastries and cakes. And when people asked Akitron what his special ingredient was, do you know what he said?"
"Passion?" she asked. "He said passion, right?"
He poked her nose again. "Exactly."
She giggled and covered her nose with her fingers. When she was finished giggling she clapped her hands and smiled the most adorable smile in the history of ever. "That was a really great story, Shinji-niisan!"
He smiled and pulled the pillow out from under his shirt and fluffed it back into place. "I'm glad you liked it."
"I did! It was the best story ever because it was written just for me!" She blushed a little as she giggled.
"Yep, it was written special, just for you....now lie back and let's tuck you back in."
Fuuka laid down and put her head on the pillow, which smelled just like Shinji-niisan and smiled up at him. "Can I get a hug goodnight, too?"
He paused for a second. Ah, what the hell...she's a kid...she won't remember any of this. "Yeah, sure thing, munchkin." He tucked her in snugly and gave her a warm hug.
When he gave her a hug, she placed a small peck on his cheek and blushed. "Good night, Shinji-niisan," she whispered.
He felt his cheeks burning red, a sensation he was incredibly unfamiliar with. He looked at her for a moment before softly tussling her hair. "Y-yeah...night, munchkin....swe-uh....sweet dreams...."
She pulled her covers up to her chin again as he tussled her hair. Yawning she closed her eyes and went to sleep, the linger smell on her pillow oddly comforting.
He stood up and headed for the door. He shut the light off, peering back one last time before sliding silently into the hallway and shutting the door. He leaned against the wall for a second, processing what had happened. He didn't know exactly what to make of it...but after a few minutes of pondering, he shoved his hands in his pockets and began to head back downstairs to clean up after the day's events. "Just a kid..." he muttered to himself.
What: Shinji tells Fuuka a bedtime story.
When: Sunday, July 13
Where: Fuuka's bedroom
Why: because we needed something ridiculously cute
Warnings: Rated C for Cavity causing child cuteness.
Fuuka brushed her teeth just like Shinji-niisan told her to. She had to stand on her tippy toes in order to do it, but she did it. Wiping her face on a towel she headed down the hall to her room, where Shinji-niisan was waiting by the door. "Hi!" She said, smiling wide to show her sparkly clean teeth.
Shinji looked down at her and had to do his damndest to try and hide the smile that was creeping onto his features. This was cute. He didn't do "cute." Even so, he couldn't deny that he was quite taken with Fuuka. She had been shadowing him since this whole disaster started. Once he got used to having a pair of tiny feet scurrying behind him with every step, he didn't mind it so much. He jerked his thumb into Fuuka's bedroom while casually rubbing his neck with his other hand. "Alright, munchkin....into bed with you."
"Okay," Fuuka said cheerfully and scurried over to her bed. She pulled back her sheets and climbed into it. Wiggling her toes, she waited as patiently as she could for Shinji-niisan to come tuck her in.
Shinji wandered in, looking around at Fuuka's room. He had never been in her room before...never been in any of his other friend's rooms in actuality. Yet somehow, he wasn't surprised by it...her room is exactly like he would have pictured it. He walked over slowly, leaning down and tucking the covers beneath Fuuka, making her nice and snug. "So, uh...you....wanted a story, right?" What the hell was he doing? He couldn't remember a damn nursery rhyme and he had promised the girl a freakin story?
"Yes, please," Fuuka said. She bunched her blankets in her hands and held them up to her chin and grinned. Her feet were still wiggling a little, but she was trying to settle down. But Shinji-niisan was in her room and going to tell her a story. Settling down was a little difficult at the moment. "One about the future!"
He sat on the edge of her bed and sank in a little. "Right...the future....with robots and...cooking, you said, right?" Yeah. Nice. This should be easy. Not.
"Right!" she said, grinning.
He sighed as he took off his cap and ran his hand through his shaggy hair. "Alright then..." he began. "Uh...once upon a time...there was this...android. He was from the future. He really...like...wanted to be the best android chef in the entire...future...world..." What the hell was he even saying?
"What was his name?" Fuuka asked. She was impressed with the story so far. An android chef sounded really cool.
He blinked. Shit. He hadn't even thought of a name. What the hell was a cool future sounding name? "Uh...his name was...Aki...tron. Akitron 9000."
She giggled. "Akitron 9000!"
He buried his face in his hands, half to cover the blush that he knew was forming and half to recenter his train of though. "A-Anyway...Akitron 9000, Aki to his closest friends, wanted to be the best chef in...future...earth...world. But...there was a problem. See, androids don't have a sense of taste...so he had no way of knowing if what he cooked was any good."
"Oh no!" she gasped, covering her mouth with a tiny hand. "What's he going to do?"
He had to pause for a second. He couldn't deal with this. She was too cute. It was killing him. "Well, that was the question wasn't it? He tried everything to try and develop a sense of taste. But even the future....robot...doctors said that robots could never truly have a sense of taste. They told him to give up and be like all of the other androids and robots."
She frowned. "That's so sad, Shinji-niisan! He should find a friend who can taste for him!"
He smiled a bit. "Well, he did one better. On his way home one day, he stopped off in a...uh...bake shop. He watched as the bakers went about their business and watched as they sold all of their cakes....and he wished he could do what they did. Before he knew it, it was closing time, and he had to go."
Her eyes widened and she waited for him to go on. "And then what?"
He sighed. For some reason, this was becoming easier. "Well, he was about to go...when the head baker came out and stopped him. He placed his hand on Aki's shoulder and handed him a cupcake. Aki turned to him slowly and said 'I'm sorry...but...I cannot taste how delicious your food is...I'm an android.'"
"What's the head baker's name?" she asked.
God dammit, what is it with kids and fucking names?! "Uh...Shin...jo....Shinjo....the...Future Baker...." Oh yeah. Smooth. No one's going to make that fucking connection.
Fuuka giggled. She made the connection, but not wanting to embarrass Shinji-niisan, she didn't say anything about it. "Shinjo sounds like a really great person."
"Yeah well-" he stopped and looked at her, eyebrow raised.
She gave him her best innocent expression.
He cleared his throat. "A-Anyway..." he began again, "Shinjo looked at Akitron and said this: 'The key to great cooking is not in your taste...the key to being a great chef is your passion for it. Now, come with me.'" He motioned for Aki to follow him into the kitchen. Aki was confused...but he followed anyway."
"He sounds so smart, Shinji-niisan. What happens next?" She looked up at him eagerly.
Okay...Shinji was pretty sure these compliments were meant towards him and not the character now. He rubbed the back of his head and continued. "Shinjo turned to Akitron and told him to bake him a cake...the best cake that he could. Akitron protested. He said that anything he could bake would taste terrible. He didn't want to make Shinjo's...uh....t-tummy hurt." He couldn't believed he just willingly said the word 'tummy.' "But Shinjo looked at him and simply said 'I believe that anything you make will be delicious to this old tummy...'"
She giggled. "Did he pat his tummy as he said that?"
"Pat it?" He smiled a bit, "he rubbed it and it jiggled too. Shinjo was pretty plump." Was he actually enjoying this now?
She covered her mouth and laughed hard. "Show me how he rubbed it?"
He blinked for a second. He couldn't believe what the hell he was about to do. He reached over and gripped Fuuka's pillow. "Lemme borrow this for a second."
"Okay!," Fuuka nodded and shifted up so he could take her pillow. She then covered her eyes in case Shinji-niisan wanted privacy while he stuck the pillow under his clothes.
He smiled a bit at her and jammed the pillow up his shirt, fluffing it so that it looked like a fat belly. "Alright, open em up."
She peeked between her fingers before he'd finished, but then quickly pushed them back together before he spoke. Pulling her hands away from her face she giggled. "Okay, how'd he rub it?"
He leaned back like an old man with a huge gut and smiled a bit. "Just like this." He made an exaggerated rubbing and patting motion on his newly acquired pillow tummy. Then, for no reason at all, he added an old man's jolly laugh. "Oooohohohohohohoho!"
Fuuka fell over, gripping her own belly, she was giggling so hard. She rolled back and forth laughing, her eyes squeezing shut. After a moment she looked up at Shinji-niisan and started giggling all over again, even though she hadn't yet stopped.
He laughed a bit too, and had no intention of stopping the story. In fact, now he added voices. "Well, Akitron didn't know how to react....he turned to Shinjo and simply said 'As you wish, sir.'" He tried his hardest to make a pleasant sounding voice for Akitron. "And then Akitron went to work...all the while, Shinjo watched with a smile, rubbing his growling tummy. Just like this." He demonstrated for Fuuka once again. "And then, after about two hours...the cake was done."
She burst into giggles once more, covering her mouth. "What kind of cake was it?"
He leaned in and whispered "Akitron didn't know...he couldn't taste anything, remember? He just followed his heart and kept adding ingredients." He smiled a bit.
She squeaked when Shinji-niisan leaned in, covering her mouth to keep from giggling. "Then Shinjo needs to taste it and tell Akitron what it tastes like," she whispered back.
He leaned back and started up again. "Akitron nervously pulled the cake from the oven. It was golden brown and looked very soft and delicious. He set it on the counter and cut a large piece for Shinjo. He set it before the head baker, and Shinjo happily picked it up and took a huge bite. Akitron looked on nervously." Man...he was actually getting the hang of this.
Fuuka flailed her tiny little arms, "Don't stop there, keep going, keep going! How's it taste?"
"Well..." he began. "Shinjo chewed it and chewed it and chewed it some more." He pretended to chew a large chunk of cake for visual effect. "And then suddenly, he let out a great, jolly 'Ohohohohohohohohohohohohooo!!!' Akitron jumped back, stunned, and he watched as Shinjo hungrily devoured the rest of his cake. 'It's simply delicious, my boy!'"
"I want to try some of that cake, too!" she said, giggling. She sliced the air with her finger and acted like she was putting a piece of cake on a plate. She then took a big bite of imaginary cake and smiled. "Wow! This is delicious!"
He laughed and poked her nose. "You're damn right it was. It was the best cake Shinjo ever tasted. Akitron couldn't believe it, he didn't even remember the ingredients he had used! Shinjo looked at him then, and said 'You see? It's not about taste. It's about how much love you have for cooking. You're already one of the finest chefs around...and you didn't even know it!' Akitron couldn't believe his android ears. And if you thought he was surprised then, wait until you hear what Shinjo said next."
Dropping her imaginary cake, Fuuka's eyes widened and she leaned forward slightly. "What did he say next?"
Shinjiro smiled, an honest, warm smile. "He turned to Akitron and asked 'Would you do me the honor of working here? At my bakery? I want the world to see just how wonderful a chef you are.'"
"He said yes, right? Right?" she asked, smiling back and clasping her hands together at her chest.
Shinji sat back on the bed. "Akitron couldn't believe his ears...it was his dream come true. All this time, he was an amazing chef, and he never knew. 'Yes,' he said to Shinjo. 'I would love nothing more than to work here.' Aki smiled more than he ever did before in his life. The next day, Shinjo's bakery was filled with dozens of unique, amazing pastries and cakes. And when people asked Akitron what his special ingredient was, do you know what he said?"
"Passion?" she asked. "He said passion, right?"
He poked her nose again. "Exactly."
She giggled and covered her nose with her fingers. When she was finished giggling she clapped her hands and smiled the most adorable smile in the history of ever. "That was a really great story, Shinji-niisan!"
He smiled and pulled the pillow out from under his shirt and fluffed it back into place. "I'm glad you liked it."
"I did! It was the best story ever because it was written just for me!" She blushed a little as she giggled.
"Yep, it was written special, just for you....now lie back and let's tuck you back in."
Fuuka laid down and put her head on the pillow, which smelled just like Shinji-niisan and smiled up at him. "Can I get a hug goodnight, too?"
He paused for a second. Ah, what the hell...she's a kid...she won't remember any of this. "Yeah, sure thing, munchkin." He tucked her in snugly and gave her a warm hug.
When he gave her a hug, she placed a small peck on his cheek and blushed. "Good night, Shinji-niisan," she whispered.
He felt his cheeks burning red, a sensation he was incredibly unfamiliar with. He looked at her for a moment before softly tussling her hair. "Y-yeah...night, munchkin....swe-uh....sweet dreams...."
She pulled her covers up to her chin again as he tussled her hair. Yawning she closed her eyes and went to sleep, the linger smell on her pillow oddly comforting.
He stood up and headed for the door. He shut the light off, peering back one last time before sliding silently into the hallway and shutting the door. He leaned against the wall for a second, processing what had happened. He didn't know exactly what to make of it...but after a few minutes of pondering, he shoved his hands in his pockets and began to head back downstairs to clean up after the day's events. "Just a kid..." he muttered to himself.