Fire and Ice (Blaze Seto x reader x Ice Seto)

Chapter Six

Y/n pov

We walked down multiple hallways, neither of us talking. I kept my thoughts silent, in case he decided to violate my thoughts. Finally, he turned a corner, pushing open two doors. The double doors were decorated with intricate swirls and curves. He walked into a huge kitchen. It was almost completely covered in dust. A stove looked like it hasn't been touched in years. "You weren't kidding..." I muttered, half to myself. Blaze laughed, "I can't cook. Like, at all." I giggled slightly, "Can I cook something?" "You can cook?"  "Yes." He shrugged, "Well, go right ahead, I doubt you'll find anyth-..." I instantly ran to the cupboards, looking threw them and the fridge. I found an old cake mix box. "So, is this safe?" "No." He bluntly said, "That must've been there since....since..." He trailed off. "Since?" I asked, looking back at him. He was silent, looking at the ground. "Hello? Yo, mind rapist, you alright?" He snapped back to reality, "Y-yeah, go ahead and make it if you want, it might not be safe though." I grinned to myself, grabbing everything I needed. "Why do you have eggs if you never cook?" He laughed, "I have no idea!" I laughed as well, getting everything I'd need. He sat  at the table, eyeing the layer of dust. "I'm guessing you never eat in here?" I asked, pouring the mix into a bowl. "I don't eat much, and when I do, it's in my room." "You're a shut in?" He nodded with a slight grin. "I was too, before I left." He looked at me, "So, what's the whole thing about leaving? It seems like something bad happened. I glared at him slightly, "Yeah, I don't trust you enough for that." He put his hands up defensibly, "Okay, okay, calm down. If it makes you feel better, I wont read your mind anymore." I continued to put everything in the bowl, "Promise?" He nodded, "I promise." I smiled slightly, thanking him quietly. I opened the stove, instantly being hit with a cloud of dust. I coughed, backing up slightly. He got up, handing me a rag, "We might as well clean it." He had one too. I didn't question how he got it, seeing that he and his 'brother' could do anything. So, we wiped it down, and when it looked okay, I put the cake in. "Does this even work?" He laughed again, sitting back down, "Dunno, never used it." I mumbled about how I'd have to teach him too cook. "Anyways," I said, siting beside him, "How did you burn down my house? Which was covered with thick ice?" He flashed a wicked grin, "I can do things  like that. I can do a lot of things. For instance, I can burn a person from the inside out." I looked at him in disbelief, "That's impossible..." He just smiled, staring at me. My chest started to burn. It started out as nothing, but gradually got hotter, and hotter. I glanced at it, before looking back at him, "S-stop." It went away, so quickly that I gasped. "Remember, he murmured, I'm still bad."

The cake was done. I sat it on the counter, rummaging threw the cabinets, I found (F/c) frosting and rainbow sprinkles. "Why do you have everything for a cake?" I asked, breaking the silence. You'd think he'd clean everything else. "He liked cake..." He whispered, I almost missed it. I glanced at him, hesitantly asking who. "Nobody." He bluntly said, standing up, is it done yet?" "...Almost." I turned back to the cake, finishing it. "Now it's done!" He grinned, but I could tell, it was fake. How could I tell, for I've made the same face for years. Some people get tricked, and others see right threw it. I was the latter. Back to the cake, I got both of us a piece, handing him one on a plate. "That was a ridicules amount of work for a cake." He agreed with a chuckle, picking up the fork I handed him. I had to clean everything used. "So. How are you doing?" He asked awkwardly as we started eating. "Fine." I said, eyeing the cake, "This tastes...weird." "Probably nothing."

=One day later=

I was in front of a toilet, vomiting out everything I had inside my body. "Y-YOU LIED TO ME!" I screamed, vomiting again. Blaze  was standing in the door way, trying not to laugh, "It's your fault! Eating cake that was a century old!"  "Y-YOU L-" I was interrupted by my stomach contracting, nothing coming out. "O-oh my god...I-I'm dying!" He preceded to laugh loudly. "Wh-why ar-aren't you-" Pause of throwing up, "Sick!?" He grinned, "Magic."