A/N: Hello there. So this was supposed to be a multichapter story but I can't seem to write something good this days so... It's just a oneshot. Enjoy!
Do not Break the peacefulness of Tea time
It was a beautiful afternoon at the Rainsworth Manor. Sun was shining, birds were singing and there was a light breeze that made the heat bearable. As it was, it was a perfect afternoon to have tea in the garden and Lady Sharon was sitting on the terrace, sipping her tea and eating some pastries. Of course, it was the Rainsworth Manor so tea time always included sweets, and cakes, and chocolates...
Next to the gracious Lady Sharon was what could be compared to a monster, at least for the moment. A certain seaweed head would affirm that it was, indeed, a monster. It swallowed entire plates of pastries and was working on making a pool of candy wrappers around its chair. It was a stark contrast between the calm and collected Lady and her ravenous guardian.
Because it was a human, or it had been one day, that was licking clean the plate which two seconds ago contained a Forêt Noire. His name was Break Xerxes, and his eternal love was sweetness. Yet, Break was all but sweet. He was manipulative, sadistic, treacherous, devil, shrewd, wicked, ruthless and more. All in all, he was a real pain in the neck.
His second eternal love, however, was fun. And right now, Break was bored as hell. As he gulped all he could find on the small tea-table, he was thinking of the first prank he would pull off. His eyes fell on the now empty table and the delicate hand of Lady Sharon reaching for her cup of tea. He had found his victim.
Now, if the Lady had been paying a little more attention to her surroundings, she would have notice the wide smile stretching Break's face, or the swift movement of his arm as he interchanged her cup with something much more painful, or even his sudden disappearance from the scene. But Lady Sharon was far too engulfed in her book to notice any of that and her frail fingers grabbed a cactus.
Break, who was hiding behind a tree, let out a rackety laugh. Even through her loud cry of pain, which resonated for a long time in the vast garden, the Lady catched the cackling sound that could only belong to one person in the world. Her eyes shot to the tree making this characteristic noise. Oh man, was he going to pay for that...
Seeing as Lady Sharon went silent and was now glaring daggers in his direction, Break found it safer to run away from the garden... or even from the whole manor.
A/N: A Forêt Noire is a cake. With cherries and chocolate. And it's delicious. Trust me.