It was just another calm and peaceful day at the Manor.
Profe and Relikt were making breakfast in the kitchen together. Vertrag—being the most patient residence in that manor—was trying to wake Zehel up, but since thirty minutes ago he started his sacred task, there's no sign of the other man's awakening and that almost made him went berserk if Fest didn't volunteered himself to do the 'sacred task of waking Zehel up' this morning.
He just needed to spill a bucket full of cold water on the muscular man's face, and Zehel really wake up after that.
Vertrag facepalmed instantly when he watched those two start their morning argument today.
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Their Daily Lives
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Genre: Family – General
Rate: T, for the ending of this lame fic :D
Disclaimer: 07-Ghost belongs to Yukino Ichihara & Yuki Amemiya.
Warning(s): Hints of shonen ai, chibi!Landkarte-Ea, child's innocent words, AU, collections of oneshots, and grammar mistakes.
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Story 1
~As Red as an Apple~
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"Morning all…"
A light-haired boy replied that grumpy greeting with a wide smile on his face, while the other boy with dark-hair just nodded his head and continued to eat his breakfast without caring about Zehel's daily morning argument with Fest and Profe that day. Everything was happened normally, until Relikt put a plate full of apples on top of the table and Landkarte's eyes became tearful instantly.
Several seconds later, the second youngest residence in that manor broke out crying.
While Ea and Zehel was taken aback and could only sat in their place when Profe and Fest were trying to calm him up, Relikt gave the apples a curious glance and decided to put them back to the fridge again.
Landkarte's cry stopped right after Relikt put those apples inside the fridge.
Vertrag and Relikt blinked.
Ea, being the youngest and the one who easily trapped in curiosity the most, stood up from his chair and opened the fridge's door to show Landkarte the apples again.
And so he continued to cry again.
But after Vertrag closed the door, Landkarte calmed down slowly.
Open the door and he cried, close the door and he calmed again. They did it several times to proof the guilty of the apples until Fest became tired of hearing Landkarte's cry and their-can-be-called-prank and decided to close the fridge's door for the last time. Zehel winced when Fest struck him on the head after he tried to open the cursed door again later.
"There, there, my Dear. No need to cry again. Would you like to tell us why did you cry today?" Profe asked, patting the younger boy's head like a mother who was calming her son down with gentle smile on her lips. Landkarte hiccupped slightly before pointing at the fridge and… Ea?
"I-it's the apples—"
"What's wrong with those apples, Landkarte? You love to eat them, don't you?" It's Relikt's turn to voice his question. His feeling said that this 'accident' had a tie with something that happened last night before those two boys went to sleep.
"I-I do! B-but, but—but—but—! UWAAAH! I can't eat them anymore!"
Vertrag and Fest exchanged their glances, swearing mentally and agreed silently if this really had a tie with something that Zehel did last night, they'd hit that spiky-haired man with the closest thing they could grab in seconds.
"Why can't you eat them, hmm? Did they scare you in your dream?"
"N-n-no. They're not."
"What's the reason, then?" A sweat could be seen hanged itself behind Ea's head now. And after Ea's turn to speak, Landkarte cried again as loud as he can.
Relikt, Fest, and Vertrag threw death glares on the oldest residence when he tried to escape from the kitchen silently.
"Y-yesterday, I saw Ea's cheeks became red after Zehel teased him about something that I didn't know. They're as red as apples, and whenever I wanted to eat apple, Ea's cheek is the one that come to my mind and I'm imagining I'm going to eat Ea's cheek and I can't eat them anymore~!"
Profe giggled amusedly, Ea facepalmed, Landkarte still cried, and the fours older males in the manor was 'playing' catch-the-criminal instantly after they heard Landkarte's statement. Each of them—except for Zehel, who was considered as the 'criminal'—brought their own weapon; Fest with his thick dictionary, Vertrag with the broom which was standing next to him before Zehel ran away, and Relikt with his own shoes. Zehel had to run away for his own safety since their murderous aura could be felt by anyone who was standing near, no matter who they were—be it a cat, a mouse, or even birds outside who chose to fly before something could hurt them.
"So, you can't eat apples again because they're almost similar with Ea's blushing cheeks, my Dear?"
Landkarte nodded, still sobbing softly and eyes red from too much crying that morning.
"But do you like Ea when his cheeks become red like last night, hmm?"
A nod again, but Ea's feeling became bad. Even though he was just a 6 years old boy, he knew something was going to be amiss when Profe 'smiled like that'.
'Smiled like that' mean 'smiling sweetly with witchy laugh as the background music played from nowhere', by the way.
"There, there. Let's continue the breakfast, then. Otherwise, we'll be late to go to school—and just ignore it if you hear that moron's screaming, okay? He deserves it, anyway."
Right after Profe said it, Ea shivered when he heard the familiar painful scream the long-haired teen mentioned before.
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[Several years later…]
"Hey! Don't run away, Ea~!"
"The hell if I'm going to stop now, Jerk!"
"But—"
"There's no 'but' for this time!"
Profe giggled amusedly, while Vertrag—who was taking care of his nephew that day—just sighed loudly when he heard the youngest residences daily morning argument.
He felt déjà vu for it, by the way.
"And there you're, sulking even before you listen to my reason!"
"I'm not sulking! I just couldn't accept that stupid reason of yours!"
A playful smirk appeared on Landkarte's face. "Is-that-so~?"
If Tiashe wasn't there, Ea would be gladly kicked that loafer till he fly away to the North Pole right now. "If you use 'because your cheeks looks like apples' for reason to kiss and bit my cheeks suddenly again, you Jerk, don't you even dare to think I'm your friend again for the rest of your life!"
"EEEH?! SO CRUEL!"
"I should be the one who said that to you!"
And they continued their argument, even when they're in their way to their school; ignoring the looks they gained from debating that ambiguous reason Landkarte stated first when they entered Junior High School, of course.
Somewhere in the manor, Zehel hid himself from getting the punishment Fest and Relikt's promised to him a long, long time ago.
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The End.
