his hand.
Oh God! Sasuke waved his burned hand through the air.
But at the same time it was clear to him that he had no time to lose. At last he remembered the place of the oil. He yanked the door open and there was the oil bottle.
His good hand cupped the soft plastic. At the same moment the cupboard door closed and in an unbelievable, athletic movement he held it open with his elbow.The hand with the bottle was pressed against the edge of the cupboard. The bottle gave and slipped out of his hand.
All the oil splashed through the kitchen.
Sasuke closed her eyes in horror. Now it was time to act quickly. He lunged at the bottle, jumped up, and dived through his home with the dripping oil container. Panting, he slowed down in front of the second kitchen.
His heart stopped. The noodles had boiled over again.
It couldn't be.
That couldn't be.
Breathing heavily, he put the oily bottle on the cupboard.
He took the pot off the stove and thought nothing.
He couldn't think anymore.
His entrails were gone.
Then he closed his eyes to control his unspeakable anger.
Finally, he decided to remove the oil first before it soaked in anywhere. And so, slowly and dejectedly, like the loser in a great battle, he went back to the first kitchen.
How could anyone be so shaken by fate.He had left a long trail of oil in the hallway and as if not enough had happened to him tonight, he slipped with his bare feet on the oil.
He landed painfully on his rump and inside he felt as if he had broken his buttocks.
He got up, trembling with pain.
How did he deserve it again?
Carefully making sure that he no longer stepped on the oil trail, he stomped back into the kitchen, wordlessly grabbed a sponge, a bowl, which he filled with, and degreaser, and began to clean the floor.
Before that, he took off his oil-stained pants and crawled across the floor in only his underpants and T-shirt to clean up the mess he had made.
That turned out to be difficult, of all things. Once in the hallway, Sasuke finally wondered who on earth had planned to make the hallway so long.
In the end, his knees were rubbed sore and his t-shirt soaked.
But he was done. At last.And then he looked at the clock.
1:53 p.m.
He had crouched on the floor for three quarters of an hour, scrubbing like a stupid man.
And then he felt it again.
It was there again.
His stomach gave an incredibly loud growl that seemed to echo endlessly in the hallway walls. He had forgotten all about the pasta.
Completely exhausted and weak, he stumbled into the second kitchen, where there was still the pot with the pasta that had boiled over. He hadn't drained the water. Sasuke had forgotten, the disappointment had been so great. He swirled the pot twice and looked at the contents.
The noodles had now taken it to the other extreme. They were strangely mushy and mushy. This whole thing looked so gross that a normal person would have preferred to stay away from it. But Sasuke was proud.
He grabbed a plate and poured the pasta slush on it.
Looks pretty good, he tried to encourage himself.
Sasuke sat down at the table, grabbed the spoon and ate cheerfully.He had probably never eaten something as bland as this, but in silence he told himself that it would taste great and choked down the meanwhile cold porridge bite for bite. He was sick now, but finally managed to empty the plate. At the end he drank a glass of cool, refreshing water, washed the pot, sieve, plates and cutlery and put them back in the cupboard.
Yes, he was full. In any case, he was desperately trying to convince himself of that.
But his stomach was still growling.
Be strong Sasuke! You are sure to survive this night!
He thought back to the disgusting pasta porridge and the hunger subsided again.
Nice and good.
He was finally able to go to bed.
But then he started and spun around. The doorbell rang. Sasuke hesitated a moment. Hadn't the evening been bad enough?
Unsure, he grabbed a kunai and crept to the door. He took cover and then wrenched the door open with his burned hand.With the other he had raised the throwing knife.
The person at the door backed away and Sasuke recognized them immediately.
"Sakura?", Sasuke asked astonished and lowered his weapon.
"Um, Sasuke," said the girl uncertainly.
"What are you doing here?" He wanted to know suspiciously.
She just stared at him and then she raised her voice: "Well, we thought that you might be hungry and therefore I should bring you a portion of ramen." She waved a whitish bag around.
Sasuke fell out of breath. What had he made the pasta for now? His thoughts were already on the warm noodle soup that was safely in her hand. A serving of ramen would have done him really good. But his pride came back.
"I've already eaten something, thanks!", Sasuke said simply.
“Good!” Sakura nodded oddly mechanically and continued to stare at him. “See you tomorrow then!” She turned around and left his property without looking at him again.Sasuke shook his head. That was strange behavior even for his pink-haired teammate. He screwed up his eyes. The moment he looked after her, a cold breeze blew. He shivered and finally his heart almost stopped when he looked down at himself.
There he was: only in underpants and a t-shirt. Why hadn't he thought that he had taken off his pants?
A delicate blush spread across his face. He grumbled and closed the door.
That evening Sasuke didn't do anything anymore,
He didn't care about his injured hand. What if he accidentally chopped off his hand while doing the doctor?
He didn't take a shower. What if he slipped and still broke his neck?
He didn't put his weapons away. What if he accidentally impaled himself?
He didn't change. What if he dislocated his arm in the process?
He didn't even go to the loo yet. What if he got an unsightly intestinal mucosal inflammation from the pull from below?That all sounded pretty paranoid, but today Sasuke was expecting everything.
There was absolutely nothing that could surprise him today.
Haunted by fate and badly marked, with a growling stomach, he went to bed and fell asleep immediately.
Would he die of starvation that night?
How should he know?
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Was it good? I don't know, it all sounds very unreal, but it all really happened. (Even the one with the flame and the one with the hoe!)
Besides, we now know that Sasuke has no talent for cooking. Dead
* Greetings from Eva Herrmann * women at the stove, right? Change with emancipation!
Good night!
Inu-chan
P.S. I don't really like Sasuke that much. But I just had to write this with him. XD