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Title: Wanna Be Emeril…Bam!
Day/Theme: August 19 [2008]: Bang, bang, blame.

Series: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka/Fuji. Konomi owns PoT characters, I just write about them
Rating/Warnings : None .... Crack!

Word Count: 1,132 words.

A/N: AU- Tezuka and Fuji are TokyoUniversity students and share an apartment together. A snapshot of their life together, sharing moments to make memories.

Memory: Fuji wants to cook…creole style…bam! Tezuka opts for a night out!!

for: 31_days

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“Bam! Just add the salt and pepper, then douse the meat with a little bit more wasabi oil and Bam! We’ll leave the chicken on the grill for a couple minutes. Bam! Ladies and gentlemen when we come back we will serve our oriental chicken with the rest of the spicy grilled vegetables. You are watching Emeril Live! Bam!”

Fuji watched the Emeril Legasse Show on the International Food Network with great interest and concentration, taking down some notes on the chicken recipe that the creole chef was cooking during the show. He set his notepad down atop the table and stretched for a bit before he proceeded to the kitchen for a glass of the fresh lemongrass tea with mint, a drink he concocted earlier in the morning.

While grabbing the pitcher from the refrigerator, he made a mental note of the vegetables available and checked the freezer for the meats he needed for the recipe. Satisfied with the current food stock he had available, a smile curved his lips before...

“Bang! Bang! This is Fuji Live and we’re spicing up the grub for today with none other than my favorite wasabi and chile paste…Bang!”

Fuji, with his free hand, imitated Emeril Legasse’s cooking antics which he just saw on TV.

He set the pitcher on the kitchen counter and reached for a clean glass stored in the overhead cabinet. He found the tall tumbler for his tea and as he was pouring the drink he once again,

“Bang! Bang! More of the wasabi on the chicken, ladies and gentlemen, the mixture with the chile paste... I guarantee will result to a delicious entrée fit for royalty…and if the gastronomic burn reached the max…Bang! Soothe it with this cooling drink made of lemongrass and mint! Bang!”

A chuckle followed his playful acting before he took a sip of the mint lemon mix. Fuji was silent for a moment, concentrating on the taste of his new drink, which seemed to miss something, “Needs some more kick, hmmm…” he turned towards his collection of spices which was set on a wooden rack, “Ah there it is!” the petite man reached for the mini bottle of tobasco sauce and added about three drops of the hot spice in his drink,

“Bang…Bang…Bang!”

“Syuusuke!” the stern voice called from behind the petite man.

Fuji abruptly turned, eyes wide open with unmasked surprise then slowly a tinge of color warming his cheeks, a little embarrassed with his role playing, “Have you been there long, Kunimitsu?” He queried shyly.

Tezuka shook his head as he lazily leaned on the kitchen wall, dryly swallowing the knot in his throat as he watched his partner with a bottle of tobasco sauce at hand. “Mind telling me what you’re up to?” He warily asked.

He just returned from his tennis practice and he was parched and desperately wanted a tall glass of cold water, but waited before he announced his need for some nourishment.

“Just spicing up my tea, wanna try?” Fuji picked up the glass of the spicy mix and walked over to Tezuka, offering the taller man his new creation.

The tennis player, stoic as ever, stared at the offered glass and carefully thought out his response, Fuji was not one to take a "No" lightly when it comes to his gastronomic creations, but Tezuka didn’t want to suffer either.

“The bottled water for now, I’ll try the tea later?” Tezuka replied, feeling the dryness in his throat. In his attempt to avoid Fuji’s devilish glare, he quickly opened the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle and turned towards the living room to watch TV. As he sat on the sofa, he noticed Fuji’s scribbled notes and quickly deciphered his lover's dinner menu for the evening.

He appreciated the genius’ attempts in honing his cooking skills, but seeing the wasabi and chile paste ingredients listed with hearts next to it, he was not in the mood to burn his stomach. He glared at the man on the TV screen, whom he blamed for his impending suffering, but then again, he could simply offer an alternative activity for the evening and save his stomach the pain.

Fuji sat next to him, the tall glass with the icy mix, no smiles, eyes masked, Tezuka knew he was upset. Somehow he realized he needed to act soon and fix the tense situation.

"Bam! Bam! Bam!" the creole cook bellowed, "Spicy oriental chicken on a bed of hot, spicy vegetables! Bam! Ladies and gentlemen, if you like it hot, I guarantee you... HOT!"

Tezuka pictured himself like a fire breathing dragon, smoke coming out of his ears and Fuji loving the burn...bang! bang! bang! Just thinking about the spicy food, Tezuka noticed his glasses blurred due to some mist, he removed his spectacles, cleaning the lens with his shirt, in circumspect turned to face the silent honey haired man.

“It’s a nice day out, do you want to go to Bunkamura?” Tezuka asked, observing his silent lover watch the creole chef bam…bam and bam some more on TV.

Fuji’s face lit up when he heard the place Tezuka mentioned, “The East Timor photo exhibit is at the gallery this week.” He announced with open excitement.

Tezuka was not really sure of the exhibit schedules but was happy to have sparked Fuji’s interest. “Good, we could also stop at the bookstore and dine out?” He proposed gingerly.

“How about watch the fireworks by the bay and have sushi at Kawamura’s later in the evening... and maybe get together with the gang?” Fuji suggested, smiling brightly.

“That’s a plan, I need to shower then.” Tezuka was relieved it all work out, he stood up to walk towards the bedroom, pausing for a moment when Fuji got up as well. The honey haired man had a devious sparkle in his cerulean eyes, Tezuka had a feeling something was brewing in his partner's mind.

“Ok, I’ll call Eiji and Taka-san, they can also call the others!” Fuji hugged the taller man and planted a quick peck on his lips, smiling happily, “I’m so glad you suggested the night out." The petite man paused and gave him a flirtatious, but devilish smile.

"I can't wait to invite everybody for dinner this coming weekend. I have this new recipe I want to cook!” Fuji announced, as he walked towards the corner table to pick up the phone and speed dialed Eiji’s cell.

Tezuka smiled wearily as he walked towards the bedroom, he plopped on the edge of the bed, heavily sighed. He chuckled when he figured that at least, he wouldn't have to be alone to suffer the burn this weekend.

“Bang! Bang!” recalling Fuji’s role playing in the kitchen…he shook his head very much amused, “Emeril you’re to blame for this!.. Bam!”

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