The Truth About Yuuri Katsuki

Twenty-Eight

"Yuuri," Vincent looked scary sitting at the end of the table. His hands were folded and his expression held no emotion. "You've caused us a fair amount of grievance in this household." Yuuri wasn't sure how to respond. Vincent was likely talking about the fact that he had ended his relationship with Victor. No amount of apologies would suffice. He had no words that were good enough for this situation. They were back together now. All's well that ends well? Somehow he felt that wouldn't be enough for this guy. 

"Don't be mean," Victor hugged Yuuri from behind. He was standing while Yuuri was sitting. 

"It's all fine now, right?" Adrian hugged Vincent from behind too. Like father like son, as they say.

"It's not all fine," Vincent frowned. "He gave us all a heart attack!"

"Well, what do you want him to do to apologize? Bake a cake?" Adrian asked. He was only half serious about it. 

"Yes," Ciel and Leic both answered from the other room. They were experiencing a shortage of cake lying around and felt this needed to be remedied. It didn't matter to these twins if the cake was good or bad. They just wanted it. Later they would regret that decision. The cake would surely turn out incredibly bad. 

"I'm not very good at baking," Yuuri confessed. 

"I'll help you," Victor offered.

"No, you won't," Vincent said. "Yuuri has to bake the cake all on his own. No help whatsoever."

"How is that fair?" Victor frowned. 

"Not all things in life are fair, Victor," Vincent replied. 

"I'll try my best," Yuuri was determined to bake the best cake imaginable. Even though he had no idea where to begin. He'd have to find a recipe, whatever that was, and some ingredients, whatever those were, and maybe some supplies. What do you need to bake a cake? A bowl? A spoon? A tray of some sorts? This was becoming a bigger challenge then he thought. Cooking was hard. How had he survived this long without knowing this necessary skill?

"Good luck," Victor said. Yuuri was on a role now. He googled how to make a cake, found a recipe, and began to find ingredients lying around in Victor's home. Surprisingly, there were enough. He was just missing one or two things. It would be fine, probably. He could improvise, maybe. Each time he thought he knew what he was doing, he didn't. More and more mistakes happened along the way but Yuuri ignored it. 

Victor watched Yuuri scramble around the kitchen. He wanted to help but unfortunately Vincent was staring daggers into his back. There was nothing he could do to assist Yuuri. It was pure torture. 

Yuuri tripped over his feet and the flour went straight up into the air and landed all over him. Yuuri's hair was covered in the white dust. He blinked rapidly and tried to breathe. Flour still lurked in the air. Adrian snickered in the background and Vincent took pictures. This was going to be a long night. Everything was a mess already. 

Hours passed with Yuuri trying to figure out how to bake a cake. He hadn't stepped foot into a kitchen in his entire life. His mom was the one that did everything. Yuuri didn't know what he was doing and it was painfully obvious. His final creation ended up being a hazardous blob.

"I don't know much about cooking," Victor poked the blob with a wooden spoon, "but if I had to say anything about it...I'm 100% this isn't what a cake looks like. Actually, this looks more like what I imagined Mr. Goo looking like," Victor crossed his arms. 

"Mr. Goo?" Yuuri asked.

"I read a fanfiction one time where Mephisto attempted to cook and the thing he ended up making turned out to be a self-aware blob named Mr. Goo," Victor explained.

"Mephisto?" Yuuri looked lost. 

"Don't worry about it," Victor wasn't sure how to explain his closet anime fan tendencies. Yuuri would find out eventually when Victor began to talk about the next hit series. Unfortunately, he had been too busy to watch anything new as of late. But, one day, he would make Yuuri watch an anime of some sorts. Most likely a very gay one. Sports anime are the best, after all. 

"Well, at least you tried," Ciel said from the other side of the room. He didn't want to take one step close to that monstrosity of a cake. 

"I really wanted cake," Leic frowned and retreated back to his room where he would proceed to cry over the lack of edible sweets in this house. 

"I could...try again?" Yuuri suggested. 

"Absolutely not," Ciel firmly disapproved that notion. He wasn't going to have a continued sense of false hope. He wanted a cake. That cake would not appear from the hands of Yuuri Katsuki. Ciel would have to beg Victor or Vincent for some cash to go buy his own cake. At least then he would know it was edible. He would also know that it was his favorite type of cake. Although, Ciel loved all cake equally so that would be a difficult decision to make. 

"What do I do now?" Yuuri asked Victor. Vincent showed no signs of forgiving Yuuri any time soon. He would have to do something about this but he didn't know what to do. Making another cake would take too long and he was 100% certain it would be just as bad as this turned out to be. 

Adrian gestured for the three males to be silent. He carefully removed the mess of a cake Yuuri created and disposed of the evidence before pulling a different cake out of one of the cupboards. When Vincent wasn't paying attention, Adrian snuck out and bought a cake for Yuuri to pretend to make. He just knew Yuuri would make a mess of things somehow. He took the cake out of the plastic box it was in and placed it on a plate. Adrian then disposed of that evidence and said, "Wow, Yuuri, you're a professional!" 

Vincent entered the kitchen and examined the cake carefully. "You can't fool me, I know that's store bought," he frowned. 

"Does it even matter at this point?" Ciel rolled his eyes. "I just want cake."

"Fine," Vincent conceded, "you win this round, Katsuki." 

Adrian got plates for everyone and cut slices. The cake didn't last long. It was too good to savor. All's well that ends well, in the end that's how it was. Yuuri was once again an honorary family member. He was Victor's fiancé so he practically was a family member already.