I slapped a pan on the stove and buttered the pan up, then put a dough mix on it. I flipped it around a few times, then waited patiently.
Meanwhile, I searched for a bowl, which took forever and I noticed smoke was coming from my pancake. I went over and blewit off, setting the pan on the counter and sighed.
I finally found a bowl and cracked eggs, then mixing them around and placed them, after cooked on the slightly burnt pancake and folded it.
"Pancake.. omlet.."
I quickly cleaned everything up with a sponge, nervous then walked off to Madara's room.
I walked and put my head down, carrying the plate to his room, thinking of how much of an asshole he was to me.
I hadn't eaten in the past few days, and my dumplings weren't eaten yet! !
I wanted those things, now, damnit!
Standing infront of his door, looking down at my creation, wondering if I should spit on it.
I heard footsteps coming towards me and turned my head, face emotionless again.
It was some random Uchiha.
I rolled my eyes and walked inside of his room, seeing him sitting there all serious and working on different papers, and what not.
He didn't even bother to look up at me as I set it down on his desk in the right hand corner, then standing back and waiting.
....
And waiting...
And waiting...
... And waiting.
He took one glance up at me and suddenly his face turned smug. So smug, the smugest person in the world would've been crushed by his smugness.
"Get me my food, Property?...."
I pointed to the right side of him, where the pancake sat, cold, and un-touched, and neglected since it was staring at him in the face, he just chose to ignore it. I felt bad for my pancake-omlett.
He picked up the plate and bit into it, twitching.
"....What... is this...?"
"...Pancake-Omlett...?"
"Well, this sucks. It's cold, heat it up."
I twitched.
"...I've been standing here for half an hour waiting for you to eat it, however it got cold because you didn't eat it!!" Now, angered.
"...Hm. Heat it up."
I twitched again and snatched the plate from him, turning around.
"Heat it up he says, make me food he says.. Inappreciative BRAT!" I walked out and slammed the door shut.
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I snickered at her mood swings, finding them highly entertaining.
It tasted okay, actually. It needed warmed up though.. It was freezing cold. I wondered if she thought of the pancake-omlett as her friend, and talked to it.
Trying not to have a laughing fit, Izuna walked in seeing me laughing, a un-natural thing I did.
"Uh.... Are you okay?"
I nodded and cleared my throat, turning serious again.
"What."
"She just walked by, umm... Talking about how her 'poor creation' was 'neglected' by you. Any idea?"
So she does talk to herself...
"....I told her to make me food, she brought me back a cold piece of burnt pancake."
"....Ah... Right... Anyways....
When, are we planning to make the attack, Brother...?"
I sighed and closed my eyes, still having not decided that yet.
"...I'm not sure yet... I have a few ideas, though.."
"When?"
"....The day that the Hokage's kin is due. It will distract the both of them, and the whole village. Nobody will know what hit them..., Plus... With my new summoning.."
"....I understand.."
She came back in and blinked at us, pushing the now hot plate of pancake to my chest.
"There... Happy now?" She turned to Izuna.
"....Oh, hey Izu." He nodded at her and patted her head.
I cleared my throat and glared at her.
"...We will discuss matters later... For now, we are done."
I set the plate down and stared at Izuna, then flickering my eyes to the door as a hint to leave.
He nodded and hugged my Property, smirking at me, just to tease me and whispered something to her, then left promptly after I threw a pen at his head.
I growled frustrated.
Stupid brother, pissing me off.
I'd get him back when my time came. He was pushing his luck on his recovery. He didn't show it at all,...
He was very sick..
