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[+ SIR LILCELOT]

He wasn't sure how many times exactly that he had told him this. Hiroki was not a housewife.

He never was and he never would be. And yet here he was now. He looked down quietly at the stove, using his chopsticks to roll the egg quietly. He was a bodyguard. Not some maid that was expected to feed her 'master'. He grumbled, waiting for the rolled egg to hold its shape before turning off the stove. The man turned, grasping a knife and slicing the egg into strips before setting them into a tier of the bento. He looked down, blue eye analyzing the set up of the meal. Several rolls remained inside of the container, small strips of cucumbers just below it. A smaller container of soy sauce rested inside as well, chicken katsu remaining on top of a bed of rice. He grumbled, setting the tier on top of the bottom two before setting the lid down on top of it.

He had been excited at first when arriving at the peninsula. He and Shirou would be fair from Japan. Far from the sight of his 'employer'. Perhaps it was his chance to make his move, he thought. How wrong he was. He had been expected to remain at home, taking care of the household chores. He had not been hired to be a maid. Although, now that he thought about it... that was what he had ended up being a majority of the time in their youth. Hiroki set the pair of chopsticks on the lid before tying it up quickly with a floral fabric. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair before removing his apron. God, he was not looking forward to going back there.

A few of the grunts hadn't been on the up and up about their situation and decided to mock him. Hiroki lifted his fingers, removing the clip that held his bangs back before grasping the small package by the knot. He looked around, grabbing his keys before heading out the door and locking it behind him. Now, where was that damn building. He continued walking, letting out a soft sigh as he walked by some of the villagers. His and Shirou's arrival had not gone unnoticed. Probably because there were a few rather strange sights that came with the both of them. He always found people staring at the eye patch that obscured one of his eyes from view. Sometimes people would stare at Shirou's heterochromatic eyes.

He loathed it.

It hadn't been long before he arrived at his destination, turning the knob quickly and advancing down the hallways for the main office. Ignore them, Hiroki. Just ignore their stupid little insults and try not to choke them. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts. He moved, opening the door before advancing inside of the room. He lifted the bento in his hands, waving his hand at the other before shutting the door behind him. "Shirou-dono, I brought food."

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[castra]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:275px; padding:5px; border-left: 10px solid E6E6E6;][atrb=valign,middle][style= height:310px; overflow:auto; padding-right:7px;]Gosh this whole thing sure got tiresome. He could understand being sent here to widen the family's yakuza, but being sent here with a cover job? It was all just a great big waste of time if you asked him. Instead of going out and recruiting, he was spending his days here, yelling at people and trying to tell people that they were not after ore. Any ore found went to their 'partner' company, how many times did he have to say that? Hell, he honestly didn't care if they kept the silver or whatever and sold it themselves privately, it wasn't his business. It wasn't what he was here for. That might sound stupid to most people. If your scouts brought back gold and silver, most people would not turn it away. But then again, Shirou was not here for money. Plus, forging their own bracelets and such with the ore would only cause conflicts with their partner company, whose job was to make the jewelry with the gems and occasional ore Shirou's people found and then they split the profit when they or Shirou sold the result. But alas, his men were absolute morons. He sighed, rubbing his temples. It was time for a break from work. He didn't need to go and kill someone blindly because he was frustrated. Shirou glanced at the clock on his wall and cracked a rare smile. Hiroki would be here shortly with lunch. He wasn't always there at the exact same time, but he was there at relatively the same time each day. Definitely more dependable then Shirou. If it were Shirou making the lunch, the only thing they could depend on was the house burning down each day. Not that anyone needed to know that. He took out three pieces of parchment and a pen, deciding he would pass the time writing a letter to Ruruki. He hasn't written her in the past few days, and even though the letters weren't delivered the next day, he tried to write her daily. He was on the second page when the door opened, and he didn't even have to glance up to know it was Hiroki. He looked up at the man and grinned, noticing that he seemed a bit grumpy. Then again, he knew Hiroki's nature, and he knew that the man didn't like playing housewife. But someone had to, and it sure as hell couldn't be him. Shirou was already dead tired when he got home from work, which was right around dinner time each day. Between dealing with idiots, paperwork, and scouting out the area himself for new recruits, he kept himself more than a little busy. "Ah, right on time as usual Hiro-kun~" He said as he stood, pushing Ruruki's letter to the side of the desk. He'd have more than enough time to finish it later. "What did you make today with your magic fingers?" As usual, his words could be taken one of two ways. But par the usual, Shirou gave no hint as to which was correct. He accepted the lunch when Hiroki handed it to him, sitting down again before opening it with masked excitement. Hiroki was such a talented chef after all! And it only made Shirou happier to know that he would only cook like this for him. "Ah~" He breathed out a pleasant sigh at the scent and sight of his lunch. For a split second, his stress was visible. Then it was gone. "Would you care to share this with me, Hiro-kun~?" He was even too tired to use his usual nickname for Hiroki, not wanting to deal with the other man storming off, upset. Shirou wanted Hiroki's company this time. [/style]

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[+ SIR LILCELOT]

Mining? Business? Not his sort of thing. He had never been particularly good at handling such things. Though, he supposed it was in part because he had no idea how to deal with people in the slightest. They were annoying. That was all he needed to know to dismiss the notion of him playing 'assistant' entirely. But that again, by no means, did that mean Shirou had any right to use him as a housewife. 

He should have gone out and made friends. Someone. Anyone! Then he'd have plans to and then what was Shirou going to say to that? ... wait. That wouldn't work quite as swimmingly either, he was afraid. Undoubtedly, the man was just going to complain. Try to cook. Fail. And nearly burn down the house in an attempt to cook. He had learned that the first time. Either that or he'd be sorely 'punished' for it later. If you could even call it that anyway. Hiroki sighed a bit, dismissing the thoughts that lingered in his mind. He hardly had time to think of those things anyway. 

When it came to Shirou, it seemed like he had to keep all focus on him. Otherwise, he'd merely lose. Mind games, it seemed, were his master's forte. He hardly agreed with the title. Though, perhaps it was because he had known him for so long. The man made an irritated noise, merely walking over to the other's desk and setting down the bento quietly. He began to untie the knot of the floral printed fabric as he continued listening to the other speak. "If I wasn't, I would have been punished. Right?" He said in reply, chuckling slightly. 

He removed the lid, setting the chopsticks down quietly on his desk before beginning to remove the tiers. He took in a deep breath, taking in the scents of his cooking before occasionally hearing the movement of the other beings in the building. At first, they had presumed Shirou had some girlfriend at home that made him such lunches. Only to realize that it was in fact the rather menacing man that made them instead. He looked at the other, hanging his head in shame for a moment. "Couldn't you bring lunch early in the morning instead of me carrying it every afternoon?" 

"I don't appreciate your employees." He mumbled, organizing the boxes out onto the other's desk. He eyed the papers that had been set to the side, a soft smile ghosting his lips for a split second. It was for Ruruki, wasn't it? He didn't speak very often to the younger sister of his master (which again, he still did not believe deserved the title). Though the few times he had, she came off as rather endearing. To a point at least. Even so, he couldn't help but find himself a little relieved that she too was safe. 

He straightened up for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest as he reiterated the lunch menu. "Main lunch is chicken katsu on a bed of rice, small tuna rolls, onigiri, and sweet rolled egg." He shifted a bit uneasily, addressing the girlier tier that followed. "Secondary is a few small sandwiches I made in case you get hungry later this afternoon. It's light so you don't get too full for dinner. Cucumber sandwiches." He pointed to the final tier, the box lined with sweets. "And fruit tarts filled with custard for dessert along with small strawberry crepes."

"Not that I thought a lot about the menu anyway." He could deny it all he wanted, he thought. But even that, it was apparent that he had. No one just 'came up' with something like that. He averted his gaze, hand lifting instinctively to the back of his head as he resisted the pink that wanted to spread across his cheeks. If anything, this would only justify the title of 'housewife' even more, he thought. "Hn, if you insist. I guess I will." He moved, clearing some of the unnecessary clutter of the other's desk before pulling up a seat. Part of him was excited he had been invited. The rest of him? Dreading the humiliation sure to follow. Sharing a lunch with his 'hubby'. Tch, as if. 

...okay, maybe he thought about it like that a little too. 

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[+ SIR LILCELOT]

"That's because in part, you are one my dear Shirou." He replied bitterly, lowering his gaze from the other for only a moment. He couldn't say it was untrue. Although, he supposed. Circumstantially, Shirou could have been much worse to him than he was. And he was sometimes a horrible force to be dealt with, he thought. He nearly choked on air at the other's next words. Really? Was that something he needed to bring up now? Here? Part of him didn't doubt that his employees were listening in on the conversation between the two of them. And part of him didn't doubt that they surely would pass glances and whisper about what that 'punishment' may very well have been.

"It's called a microwave. I believe you can afford one at least." No doubt. But he supposed he didn't mind coming to the workplace every afternoon or so. Despite the obvious ridicule that he sometimes received or caught wind of. It was horribly boring to sit at home all day anyway without having anyone to speak to. Well. There was certainly his younger brothers, though. He hardly ever wanted to deal with the whole lot of them. His cheeks flushed scarlet, hands rushing to cover his face in embarrassment. God damn it. He always... he just...! How could he say those sorts of things without feeling embarrassed?! Wasn't he Japanese! Ugh! "Shut up Shirou-dono." He mumbled into the palms of his hands.

He didn't even want to look at him. He grumbled, rubbing at his cheeks in hopes of making the damned color go away. It was so... ugh! Damn Shirou. Just. Damn him. He crossed his legs in his seat, resting his elbows on the table. He laced his fingers together, forehead pressed against the wooden surface. Life wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. Though, he realized that any interaction with Shirou was hardly fair on his behalf. He'd always say something or do something to push at his nerves. Which to begin with was already something of a mess.

But he supposed that if he wasn't on the receiving end of such cruelty that someone else would have to. And that was something that Hiroki dared not wish on another person. He sighed, lifting his head from the table and reaching for the pair of chopsticks that he had set on the lid of the top tier. He broke them apart, careful to get rid of the splinters before moving to pick up the egg. "Husband, hm...?" He said idly before the words sunk in. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Husband? No! No, no, no, no, no. He was not the woman in this situation. Never would be. Never could be.

Stop it. The chopsticks dug into the food, breaking it in half. "Aha, aren't you so funny Shirou." He said almost immediately, nearly stammering at the beginning. He picked up multiples of the food and aimed to shove it into the other's mouth in an attempt to shut him up. If only for a few moments of silence. That was all he was asking for. Just one minute around the other without feeling the need to crawl underneath a rock and die. "Here, why don't you eat what I made. Isn't it good, yes. Okay."

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