Upon joining the Astral Express, Cordelia became a Trailblazer, devoted to stop the destructions caused by the Stellarons. As she and her fellow Trailblazers continued to explore the endless universe, she struggle to recover her former memories. Upo...
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As soon as she opened the door, she was met with absolute darkness.
"What the... why is it so dark?" She mumbled to herself as her hand reached for the light switch.
"...Woah!" She exclaimed, jumping back slightly. "Blade! Why are you sitting there with the lights closed?!"
The Stellaron Hunter stared at her with his red eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. "Hmph."
"Never mind... but, happy Thanksgiving, Blade!" She said enthusiastically. Her smile was almost contagious as Blade watched her. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. But will he smile? Nope, nuh uh.
"Yeah, happy Thanksgiving."
She smiled at his effort and went into the kitchen. He stood up and followed closely behind, observing her. "I'm cooking today."
"Yeah, I- wait what?!" She snapped her head towards him, looking at him like she seen a ghost. She has to make sure her ears aren't playing tricks on her. There is definitely no way Blade is planning to cook.
"I'm going to cook today." The man repeated. "I even brought all the ingredients." He opened the fridge and gestured for her to look.
Turkey, potato, ham, brussels sprouts, and... a pumpkin?
"Blade, what's the pumpkin for?" She asked, closing the door of the refrigerator.
"Pumpkin pie."
"You're going to make it from scratch...?"
Blade looked at her and then looked away, nodding.
"Then I should help you make-"
Before she could finish her sentence, she found herself sitting on the sofa. "Don't even think about it, Ye Ying." He towered over her, giving her a stern look.
She stared up at him frown. "How are you going to make everything in time without any help?" She crossed her arms. "Besides, I'm sure Kafka and Silver Wolf will be here in an hour or two."
But he is a stubborn man. Once he makes up his mind, he'll go straight for it. If she have the chance, she would said that he is made of fifty percent of stubbornness.
"Just stay here." With that, he walked off to the kitchen without waiting for an answer.
Even after being told to stay put, curiosity got the best of her. She snuck into the kitchen and nearly burst out laughing.
Blade, wearing a pink apron? For a man like him, it was truly a funny scene. This is the last thing she has expected from him.
"Ye Ying, stop taking pictures of me." He grumbled. Although he's grumbling about it, he doesn't mean it. She could take pictures of him as much as she wants.
A grin crept up her face. "Don't worry, I won't do anything with it."
"Hmph. Be careful with it or I'll make you my dinner next." He threatened.
She only laughed and nodded. "You won't have to, I promise."
She sat down by the kitchen counter and watched him stir up the mixing for the pumpkin pie.
"Sup?" A nonchalant voice sounded out from behind her. "What's Blade cooking? And why is he wearing that?"
The silver-haired hacker walked over to Blade, taking a peek at what he was making.
"You know," Silver Wolf begins, "you really shouldn't let him make food on Thanksgiving."
Cordelia tilted her head. "Why not?"
"You'll see what I mean later." She blew out a bubble. "For now, I have to leave before he decides to kill me."
Silver Wolf left, taking out her game console as Cordelia turned to look at Blade, who was shooting daggers at the young woman.
. . .
A few hours later, fragrant aroma spread through the house.
Blade set the various dishes on the table. "Kafka will be here with guests."
"Guests? Who?" She tilted her head slightly.
He cut a small piece of the golden-brown turkey and set it on a plate, handing it to her.
"Your Trailblazer friends. But for now, tell me what you think."
She took a look at the piece of turkey in front of her. Hot steam rises into the air, the smell of turkey juicy and fresh.
She took a bite. Her eyes widen slightly, her hand frozen with the fork in her mouth.
Why is it so salty?!
"Well?" Blade looked at her expectantly with his red eyes. He stared at her intently.
She forced herself to swallow the meat inside her mouth. "I-it's... it's good..."
She gave him a thumbs up.
How could she say otherwise while he was giving her those eyes? Aside from that, he looked quite pleased with her compliment.
Silver Wopf appeared again from her room, giving her an "I told you so" look.
The doorbell suddenly rings.
She went to open the door, revealing Kafka. With March, Caelus answered Dan Heng behind her.
"What a surprise! Come in!" Cordelia stepped aside and let them in. "Where's Himeko and Mr. Yang?"
"They are busy with things on the Astral Express," March replied, after hugging her white-haired friend.
Cordelia looked over to Dan Heng. "I'm forced to be here. By those two."
"Oh come on! We're here to see Cordelia and have some free food!" March protest. "I can already smell the delicious food."
"It does smell good." Kafka nodded. She give a knowing look to Cordelia.
"So Kafka knows already..." She thought.
All of them followed through Stellaron Hunter into the kitchen.
"Let me have a taste! I'm famished!" March exclaimed as she saw the plate of turkey on the countertop Blade had given to Cordelia to have a taste.
Blade nodded at the group.
"Wait! March, I don't think-"
Before Cordelia could finish her sentence, March has already put the meat into her mouth.
"-eat that..."
March's expression changed as she forcefully swallowed the piece of turkey.
