Pairing: none really, maybe some implied MomoKai or Kaidoh/Suwabara (KaiKai? ^_^), mostly just Kaidoh/grumpiness
Word Count: ~700
A/N: originally written to woo samenashi who wanted Kaidoh/Suwabara Kai (from the very awesome series "Yakitate!! Japan"). figured I'd go ahead and repost it.
"What is it?" asks Kaidoh. Everyone's crowded around the back of the classroom where three desks have been pushed together and there are strange people dressed in blue and white.
"Oh," Momoshiro replies, mouth full of something (although, Kaidoh thinks, that isn't really surprising), "class demonstration!" The words come out digested-sounding and Kaidoh grimaces. If they aren't having class today, then he'd be better off running laps outside, or taking his things to the library to study. He notices the rest of the students have plates and are eating, too, and thinks, This is great. This is just what the school needs; more reasons for Momoshiro to turn into a pig.
He wanders to the back of the room and watches, keeping his distance because he isn't really interested. The whole table seems to be generating a lot of heat, and is emitting a strange kind of glow, but Kaidoh soon realizes that it's all coming from the bakers' hands. The guests have brought hot plates and griddles. They're stirring and flipping and sprinkling in tasty-looking ingredients.
They're making pancakes, Kaidoh realizes, and begins to wonder if Momoshiro has more connections than he'd thought. But pancakes aren't that exciting. His mother made them a couple times last year when she was going through her American cooking phase. For a month, everything in the Kaidoh household was a little bit greasy, and Inui-senpai noticed that Kaidoh was a little slower on their morning jogs. The blueberry pancakes were kind of tasty, Kaidoh concedes, but he doesn't understand how they constitute a legitimate distraction from a whole day's lessons.
"Do you have other kinds?" a girl in front of Kaidoh asks, pushing her pancake around in a lake of maple syrup on her plate. Kaidoh thinks she must be as dense as that spiky-haired moron because there is obviously more than one kind of pancake.
The one tall baker seems to be thinking the same thing because he snorts and his gaze narrows as he replies, tersely, "Of course." He reaches under the desk and pulls out a container full of various kinds of fruits and asks the girl if she'd like any of them in the next batch. She points cautiously at the orange slices, and adds, "Are you really allowed to put that kind of stuff in a pancake?" Kaidoh agrees that maraschino cherries and pineapple pieces don't seem like things traditionally put in pancakes -- at least, they aren't things his mother ever mentioned, but the short baker just flashes a grin, his strange, antenna-like hairs bobbing enthusiastically, and says, "You can add anything you want!"
Kaidoh wonders if the kid is really old enough to be working at a bakery, eyeing the "P" on the uniform dubiously. He looks younger than that Dan kid from Yamabuki.
The kid is quick with his hands though, and he seems to know what he's doing. The girls fawn over him as he works, sort of the way those first years in the tennis club fawn over Echizen. Kaidoh sighs and looks back to the tall baker. At least he looks reasonable.
The baker's eyes meet his own and Kaidoh gets a weird feeling of something like deja vu. From the front of the classroom, Momoshiro makes a squawking sound like a dying chicken and happily exclaims, "There's cheese in this! I can't believe it!" He rushes back to the table, pushing through the swarm of girls, and thrusts the pancake in Kaidoh's face. "Isn't this amazing? Who'd have thought! If I had some meat I could make a pancake burger!"
The short baker beams. Kaidoh grinds his teeth together. The tall baker sighs, and rolls his eyes. "Moron," he mutters.
Kaidoh blinks, wondering if he's heard right, and then thinks that maybe these pancake demonstrator people might not be so bad after all.
He smiles a little at the tall baker and, as Momoshiro is reaching for the baker's collar and beginning to launch into a string of protests, adds, "Nice bandana."