Breakfast In Bed

The sun grew over the horizon in Hoshigakure, basking the City Blessed by the Stars in its warm light. The orange glow filled the cooled city with warm air, heating its sands and the buildings that littered the city. Peeking through the Uchiha’s window, the sun crept up higher and higher into the sky, flooding the otherwise dark room with its awakening glow. Yurei Uchiha, the pale shinobi of the Hidden Stars, fluttered his eyes open in the magnificence of the sun. He yawned, stretching his arms high into the air and loosening his tightened muscles. He groaned, closing his mouth and took a deep breath of air through his nostrils. His eyes were watery and his vision blurred, but they quickly adjusted in the warmly lit room. The genin leaned up in his bed, stretching and popping his back as he sat up. He quickly through the comforter off of his legs and threw his body out of the cozy little lot.
Yurei bent over and touched his toes, filling the back of his legs with a fire that burned the muscle. The pale boy yawned once more before realizing what the day entailed. He was to finally cook that breakfast for his mother and then head out to practice his lightning style jutsu. The boy found the nature useful, and it added versatility to his otherwise flat list of jutsu. This made him a more effective ninja and a developing pragmatist. Yurei wiped his eyes, quickly ridding them of any gunk that had accumulated overnight. He took a deep breath and gave one last yawn before heading to his robes.
The boy took his kimono off of his clothing rack. He slid his arms into the silk sleeves, covering them with the brilliant blue and the shining silver. The Uchiha smiled, thinking of what the day would bring, and then he quickly tied the robe at his waist. He took up his headband and secured it atop his forehead, then collected his pouches and the weapons they contained.
As Yurei left his room, he could hear no sounds. He crept down the hallway, finding his mother still asleep. He smiled warmly and then headed for the kitchen where his cooking masterpieces would await. Only there was one problem.
Yurei didn’t know how to cook.
Takia’s kitchen was filled with all sorts of gadgets, buttons, and knobs, but Yurei was smart. The Uchiha quickly began with the first step: identifying the oven. This was the large, rectangular heating box in the center of the counter. Perhaps he should have thought this out more thoroughly instead of leaping at the opportunity.
The pale Uchiha quickly got out the pots and pans and placed them on the counter, ready to go. He turned on the burners on the oven and exhaled deeply. Ok, now what. Yurei tried to recall memories of his mother cooking, but little came up. However, he did remember that placing the pan on the burner was next, so he did so and turned the burner up to medium temperature. A middle ground seemed optimal for a cooking guessing game.
The genin walked over to the refrigerator and withdrew a carton of eggs. He opened them careful and cautiously extracted one of the brown ovals. He eyed the item, studying it carefully. Yurei then flooded his chakra into his eyes. Sharingan! The boy dropped the egg and withdrew his kunai, stabbing it through the shell without shattering it.
Yurei quickly removed the kunai and allowed the egg to pour out of the hole, yolk and all. The food hissed as it hit the pan.
Next was the rice. Yurei quickly rushed to the cabinets and withdrew a bag of white rice. He ran over to the pot and sliced open the rice with his kunai, spilling its contents into the pot. “Hmm,” he said, looking into the pot. “Aren’t they supposed to by sticky?” Yurei recalled how his mother had made the rice, first by boiling the water. Yurei’s eyebrows fell onto his eyes as he groaned. The boy quickly withdrew another pot and slammed it onto the burner, cranking up the heat. Yurei quickly grabbed it once more, off of the burner, forgetting to fill it with water. So, Yurei ran over to the sink and began filling it. It was too slow.
Then, suddenly, something terrifying had happened. He heard his mother yawn. Yurei’s eyes widened. “No,” he whispered.
Yurei quickly ran over to the oven with his pot and began boiling the water.
“Yurei?” his mother called out. She rose from her bed and scratched her head, yawning. “Are you cook-“
The Uchiha burst into his mother’s room, forming numerous handsigns. “Temple of Nirvana!” he yelled, launching feathers into the air. “Sorry, Mom! Love you!” he yelled, running out of her bedroom.
“Yurei, what-“ Takia plummeted back into her bed and loudly snored, falling asleep.
Yurei rushed back into the kitchen, discovering his worst fear: he had burned her egg. Yurei’s face turned red, and he grasped the pan, running outside. The Uchiha threw the egg onto the ground, after which a large bird swooped down at took it away.
Back inside, Yurei slammed the the skillet back onto the burner and withdrew another egg from the carton. Sharingan! The boy threw the egg into the air and stabbed it with his kunai. The boy smiled, withdrawing the kunai from his egg and spilling its contents in whole onto the pan.
The Uchiha quickly took up his second pot, throwing the rice into the one rife with boiling water. Vapor filled the air, smothering Yurei in hot water like a sauna. The boy began to sweat slowly. “Not fast enough,” he said, signing the handseals for flicker movement. The Uchiha, now moving at a greater speed, flooded his body with chakra as he moved about the kitchen.
Yurei sprinted to the cabinets, withdrawing whatever spices he could find. The boy quickly rushed over to the freezer and withdrew bits of sausage, throwing them onto their own pan and cranking up the heat. The shinobi took up his spices and sprinkled them over the egg as he flipped it with his shuriken. “I hope these are the correct spices,” he said, shaking the pan over the burner. The Uchiha spun his kunai in his hand, and impaled the sausage, flipping it over and filling the air with its delicious smell.
The shinobi turned over to the table and took up his mother’s tea pot. He filled it with water and put it on the last burner. The boy cranked it up to high and dashed to the cabinet, opening it and withdrawing two teabags. He ran back to the stove, throwing them onto the counter and grasping the honey. Yurei eyes cut. He smelled something awful. His egg. The boy glared at it and spun his shuriken, throwing it at an angle that would flip the egg. It was burned. Yurei grasped the pan angrily and ran outside, where two dogs awaited him. The boy tossed the egg onto the street and the two canines began to fight over it.
Rushing inside, Yurei overlooked his rice. Perfect. He gave it a quick stir and went back to the egg carton to withdraw another brown shell. Up into air it went, and Yurei punctured it with his kunai, careful not to shatter the egg. He quickly withdrew the weapon, allowing it to ooze out of the shell and onto the pan. Into the garbage the shell went, and Yurei launched to the side to withdraw his final element. The soup, which, fortunately, had been canned as a leftover by his mother. There was only one problem. There were no more burners.
Fire style jutsu was too difficult to maintain. Yurei needed something else. The boy rushed down the hallway and into his room, withdrawing the jutsu he had talked about: The Cramp Jutsu. Low rank, but effective, and the perfect jutsu for the occasion. Mastering this jutsu would be perfect for this occasion.
Yurei rushed into the kitchen as he read the jutsu aloud, memorizing the handseals. The boy slid into the kitchen and tossed his kunai at the egg, flipping it. He rushed forward and collected his kunai. The egg was burned. Yurei screamed, grabbing the pan and marching outside. Now there were five dogs. Yurei threw it onto the pavement just outside, and the dogs came rushing at it, collecting the egg and fighting over it.
Marching to the stove, Yurei quickly withdrew an egg and repeated the process, extracting its contents with a kunai and tossing the shell. The boy looked onto the scroll for the jutsu and angrily signed the handseals, channeling his chakra into the his hands and launching a torrent of electricity into the can of soup upon contact. Yurei’s eyes cut onto the egg, watching it closely. The boy released his chakra and grasped his kunai, slashing at the egg and flipping it. It was perfect. The boy grabbed spices in a fluid, yet angry motion, seasoning the egg as it cooked. He quickly placed it to the side and looked at the rice. It was done. The boy turned the gas off of the rice and turned back to the egg. He could smell it, and, with a flip of the kunai. It was done. But her soup was still cold. Yurei signed the handseals for the jutsu once more, gripping it in his hand, and then sent a discharged electricity into it, heating the soup. Yurei turned to face the screaming tea. He lunged for the teabags and slapped them inside the pot, then turned off the gas.
The soup in Yurei’s hand had begun to boil. This jutsu was perfect for it, but its applications for people would definitely be more… brutal. Yurei let go of the can, placing it onto the burn-proof-counter. He signed the handseals once more, electrifying the can. One more should do it. Yurei eyed the egg. He had done all of this so quickly that is was still sizzling. The soup boiled, finally arriving at the desired temperature. Yurei quickly cut the stove off and rushed to the teapot, to which he poured into a teacup. Preferring a natural sweetener, Yurei’s mother had always used honey to sweeten her tea. Yurei poured a bit of the honey into the tea and gave it a stir, then he went in with the creamer, turning the brown, yet clear liquid into a cloudy one. The boy quickly ran to the cabinets and withdrew a tray, a bowl, and a plate.
Yurei scooped up the rice and placed it onto the plate and into the bowl. The boy took up his soup that he had heated with his lightning jutsu, and then poured it into the bowl as well. He quickly placed the egg onto the plate as well and then the tea onto the tray, along with a pair of chopsticks. At last, he was finished, and it was all thanks to this new found jutsu he had wanted to learn. Yurei rushed into his mother’s room, finding her still asleep.
“Oh right,” he said, releasing his chakra.
Takia’s eyes fluttered open. She yawned, then stared up at her son. “Oh my,” she said, eyeing the food. “You cooked breakfast for me? How sweet!”
Yurei smiled bashfully. “Thank you. I hope it’s good.”
Takia smiled warmly, digging into the meal.
“I made the tea just the way you like it. And I had to use a lightning jutsu to heat the soup because I ran out of room.”
Takia smiled as she ate the meal, nodding as to say that it was, at least, good. “What did you season this with?”
“I have no idea,” Yurei replied, scratching his head.
“Well, Yurei, it’s certainly good. Thank you so much,” she said, looking up at him.
Yurei stepped closer as to give her a hug, but she quickly turned back to eating. The boy smiled thinly and then backed out of the room. “I’ll leave you in peace,” he said, walking back into the kitchen and beginning the cleanup process.

WC: 2035

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Requesting: Mastery of Cramp Jutsu, reduced handseals, 10 stats

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