Happy Birthday

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Title: Happy Birthday
Fandom: apurgatorium, Gundam 00
Pairing: Lockon/Allelujah
Rating: G
Notes: I think this was Purg, anyway.



He was fairly certain that he could label the kitchen an official disaster area. Allelujah raised an eyebrow as he walked into the room, staring in some sort of horrified fascination. White powder was strewn across the countertops and the floor, and he could only wonder if it was flour or sugar; more than likely, a mixture of both. Several broken eggshells littered another section of the counter, and bowls were piled up high not too far away from them. A little further down, brown powder—cocoa?—was sprinkled across the surface, a damp washcloth left forgotten next to it, as if it was intended to be cleaned up but forgotten about.

What had happened? The Meister was afraid to take another step in, afraid that the baking ingredients were somehow going to sweep together and attack him (okay, so maybe that was highly unlikely, but who knew, maybe these were magic ingredients or...something). Had someone broken into their kitchen to try to steal the contents of their cabinets, but failed miserably? Or broken in to...try to bake something? Who broke into a house to bake something?

"Lockon?" he called out, glancing back into the living room to see if the older man was home yet. No answer for a few moments, until—

"Yeah, just...hold on a moment," came the familiar voice from the other end of the kitchen, hidden in the corner with the kitchen table. "Don't move. Give me just a few more seconds."

Allelujah paused, wondering just what he was talking about. Why was he supposed to... Oh, god, was Lockon the perpetrator of this crime? It all clicked into place: the man's complete lack of cooking skills, the slight clumsiness he had in day to day activities (he swore, all his finesse must have gone solely into sniping), and did he mention that he completely failed in the kitchen? "Lockon, I swear, I'm going to kill..."

His words were cut off by a "Okay, I'm done!". The sniper finally came into view from behind the corner, carrying something in his hands. It was a rather large, rather lopsided chocolate cake with entirely too much frosting on it. Though he wondered what had more frosting on it, the cake or Lockon; chocolate was on his face and in his hair, along with what he assumed was flour and god knows what else that he had been working with.

The most frightening part of all, however, were the candles. Twenty one of them. All lit.

"Lockon, you're going to burn down the house if you let that thing—" He rushed over to it, putting his hands under the tray to help keep it upright. But Lockon was only laughing, apparently proud of himself despite the failure of a cake.

"Twenty one, one for each year of your life. Well, if you don't want the place burning to the ground, then you better make a wish quick and blow them out," he said matter of factly.

Allelujah was almost tempted to just wish for the fire hazard to stop or for the kitchen to magically clean itself, but he forced it out of his mind as he fully took in just what Lockon had done for him (or attempted to do, anyway). Even if the outcome looked...very...special, it was the intention that counted, didn't it?

It took a moment to figure out exactly what he'd wish for. He met Lockon's smile before leaning down a little to blow out the candles, needing a few tries before they were all out.

Let us be as happy as this forever.

"Happy birthday, Alle," Lockon said gently as the younger Meister looked back up at him. "Now, how about we eat the cake? And then, for dessert, since I'm apparently decorated too, you can have me~"

He would have lightly smacked Lockon in the side of the head if he wasn't holding the cake, but he'd save that for later.

After the cake.

And dessert.