AN: Here's something I decided to right quickly in class, so I hope you all like it. It's just a one shot. Rather short but too the point
Summary: Some Horo and Ren fun
Pancake Batter
If someone touched his milk, one more time, he was officially going to lose it. It had become a recent occurrence, that every morning his milk was used up. Gone. Consumed, but some unknown individual. Ren prided himself in being able to strike unimaginable fear into anyone's hearts, so the thought that someone actually dared to drink his milk was simply surprising. However, this thief's days were numbered.
Ren carefully stepped out of his bed, then briskly, but lightly made his way over to his number one weapon of choice. His Kwan Dao. He could hear that his prey was already awake, clanging dishes and cutlery down in the kitchen. The dirty thief will pay.
Like a tiger moving out to capture his prey, Ren slowly stepped down the stairs. Carefully moving down on the edges making sure not create the annoying creeks. His eyes narrowed, he already knew who dared drink his milk before getting to the bottom, the noisy buffoon was so clumsy, loud and careless, it could only fit the description of Usui Horokeu.
Ren hastily moved over to the door, with the Kwan Dao poised in his hand at the ready. He knew the blue haired idiot was hungry, but he never thought Milk would be his choice of drink. Ren slowly pushed the door open, golden eyes peered in to find the Ainu with a mixing bowl in his hand and stirring some batter like substance. So, this is what his milk was being used for. Ren's knuckles grew white with his tight grasp on his weapon. He. Will. Pay.
The Chinese burst into the room with such agility and his Kwan Dao was held high in the air, preparing for a strike down towards the unsuspecting Ainu. Horo only turned to hear the horrified screech of Ren and he dropped the bowl in fright, and stumbled backwards to dodge Ren's attack.
The poor boy held his hands out in fear and trembled against the kitchen counter, and cowered his head down, "Ren! Wait!"
Ren grit his teeth in frustration and pointed the the tip of the blade at Horo's neck, "How dare you! How dare you use my milk!"
Horo cowered down on the counter and shook his head frantically, "I never knew it was yours!"
"Nonsense! You knew every morning I enjoy a glass of milk! That's my milk you have been taking!" The Chinese boy still held his stance with his weapon still pointed at Horo.
The nervous smile grew on Horo's face and he looked over to Ren with pleading eyes, "I'm sorry, I was.. making pancakes!" He signalled down to the exploded bowl, with the contents of it splattered across the floor. "Anna's going to kill me too," He thought to himself.
"I don't care what you were making! You can't even cook!" With that Ren pulled his Kwan Dao back above his head and was preparing to strike down on the Ainu, before Horo quickly made his escape towards the door. Tripping, and stumbling as he moved. The Chinese grits his teeth in frustration and jumped out after the Ainu, and ran in hot pursuit.
Horo's screams echoed through the house, waking everyone as he moved. Ren shouted insults after him, as they ran up the stairs. Their feet stamping loudly on each one as they ran. Horo was running frantically down the corridor, and came to a quick halt, with his eyes a wide as saucers. Ren was in mid-run and he bumped in the back of Horo.
"What the hell, Horo?" He looked up to the Ainu and then peered around from around his back, then his eyes also widened in fear..
"You're both dead," Anna stood with her hands poised on her hips in front of them, with her cold glared fixed upon them.
Horo and Ren looked at each other and gulped nervously.
END