Even if cooking in the kitchen takes an Eternity (EiMiko)
Summary: Raiden 'Not-so-reliable-in-the-kitchen' Shogun, aka Ei, would not keep her mouth shut after asking Yae to cook for her. The publishing chief would do something to keep her fill satisfied.
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"Is dinner ready yet?"
Ei stretched out as he stared lazily over the landscape of the shrine view. Even though the peace and quiet of the shrine scenery, it doesn't fail to have a beautiful view spot throughout Inazuma.
The mount she stood on overlooked a massive broadening ocean, also showing the city and village, not to mention seeing Tenshukaku from here as well.
The shogun shook her head solemnly, her violet braided hair being mussed up with the movement. They would all get out of here soon; that she felt deep in her spirit, just like a gut feeling bordering on a premonition.
And speaking of gut feeling, hers grumbled annoyingly, and she realized that her question hadn't been answered.
"Miko-?" Ei called again.
"I said five more minutes!" A voice with a splash of impatience said back.
Ei crossed his arms, leaning forward so that her muzzle touched the shrine house's railings. "You said that five minutes ago..."
She suddenly felt something soft whap her head, and sheturned just in time to see her partner chuck another oven mitt at him. "Hey, hey!" She tried to block the attack to no avail. "You weren't supposed to hear that!"
Miko huffed, "Then next time, talk quieter." She bent to get her mitts back, then returned to the kitchen.
But Ei wasn't done with her. "Hold on!" She hopped after her, stopping beside the stove where roasted vegetables were being chopped and dropped into a soup pot. "Isn't your cooking mastered yet?"
"It is," Miko confirmed, pausing to dispense some salt and pepper into her concoction. "Do you know anyone who cooks better Inazuma deli than me?"
Ei wisely chose not to answer that, both because she was the best cook in Inazuma among with Ayaka and Yoimiya, and because the oven mitts were a mercy compared to what she could do to her if he humored her question. "Erm... I'm just pointing out that your... ability should account for cooking speed as well as quality."
Even though she was looking down and away from her, Ei could tell she heard her patting her stomach. "You're not exactly being subtle about this, miss." Miko's vision lit, possibly summoning her Gohei, but then dimmed as she sighed. "Alright."
"Alright?"
She smiled, crossing over to her. "Will you be quiet if I give you a small bite?" She already had a spoon of her stew in her hands, which Ei took and guzzled at once. This only made her smile more.
She would have questioned that if the stew's flavor didn't distract him from doing so. It was delicious, but there was something... off about it. "This tastes bitter..." she murmured.
Miko made a face close to a snarl. "Oh, see if I ever give you-"
"No, I mean it tastes bitter. Like there's too much lemon or..." Ei stopped short and tipped over, smacking facedown. Her joints locked up and her arms and legs felt numb like she'd gotten the biggest shot of novacaine. Or like a freeze status effect.
"Oh dear," said Miko. Her voice dripped with a sarcastic tone. "What happened to you, Ei?"
"Rmmph! Cvayo Wegishvayun Ekchstract!" She's meant to say, "Cryo Regisvine Extract," but it was hard when her mouth was mushed against the floorboards. "Uhhhh help?" Light tip-taps sounded behind her, each step taken every two seconds, rather than the stomps of one desperate to cure her right away. "Miko?"
"Hmm," she heard her partner say, "I don't know if I want to do that quite yet..." The least Miko did was turn Ei on her back. At least she could see the sly grin crossing her face as her fingers descended to her ribcage - wait, what?
The impulse to crawl away at once shot into the archon's nerves - her numbed, disobedient nerves that kept his limbs still as she lightly scritched Ei's lowest ribs, those soft-tipped nails of hers potent even through her kimono shirt.
And the Shogun lost it sooner...
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! H-HEHEY, STAHAHAHAP!" It was now, with being faceup, that she could speak, and laugh, clearly. Though this may not have been a good thing after all. "MIHIHIKOHOOOO! HAHAHAHA!"
"I knew that archons could feel pain," said Miko, her fingers still threading in between Ei's rib bones, "But I had no idea that the body gave you tickle senses. How interesting..." She trailed off, far more interested in tickling Ei and watching her feet twitch under the internal freeze effect.
She caught her curious glance. Her laughs were half tickle-induced, half insanity. "DOHOHOHNT GIHIHVE ME THAT LOOK!!! AHAHAHAHAHA ORAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She looked back at her, smirked, and scooted over to her legs. "HEHEHEY! ARE YOU LISTENING!?"
"Yes," Yae said. "But you should have thought better about rushing me to finish dinner."
Ei spoke, now calmed down since the assult was put to a halt. "Oh pleheheaseee, I was hungry! And still am..."
Her fingers were poised inches from her toes. And with a light flick, and a smile at the Raiden Shogun's squeaky reaction, she responded, "Perfection isn't rushed. So that's why I'm going to take time here..." She scribbled all over his toes, chuckling along with her partner's hysterical laughter. She had no idea how she found out so easily, but she definitely knew how hyper-ticklish his toes were now.
"BLEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAH! MIHIKO- AT- AT LEHEHEHEHEAST TAHAKE THE PAHAHARALYSIS OHOHOFF!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!" She wouldn't have minded this so much if he could actually move! But being numb seemed to make the sensation twice as maddening! "OHOHOHOHKAY! I'LL BEHEHE SIHILEHENCED WHILE YOU COOHOOHOOK!!! PHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Yae titled her head, still scratching and tickling. "Are you suuure? I can keep pampering these sweet toes if you'd like."
"I'LL LEHEHEAVE YOU ALOHOHOHNE! I PROHOHOHMISE!"
"Good." She dropped her hands and stood up, returning to the stove. Without removing the status effect.
"Erm, Mihihikoho? Aren't you g-going to - hehe - help me?"
She looked over her, looked to the stash where the curables were kept, and back to her. "the effects of the stasis fruit lasts ten minutes, I'm sure you won't mind spend five more of those laying there. And I thought you said you were going to be quiet."
She clamped her mouth shut right then. And she silently vowed to herself that if ever she found traveler she would have a few words to say to them about the outside world beyond her Euthymia so fricking realistic.