Racist Fruit

Rating: K+ because I don't know how everyone feels about homosexuality.

Summary: The kids are assigned a project to bring a fruit. Why that is, I have no clue. ((Cute Toshiaki x Nassor. Hints at Elsa x Victor and Edgar x Weird Girl))

A.N. I ship these two so hard they're too precious to live.

"This has got to be one of the most obscure assignments I've ever had to do." Victor said to his friend, Elsa. She giggled a bit and adjusted the awkward bag of apples in her arms.

The two dark haired eleven-year-olds were heading to school carrying a bag of fruits each. There was a group project the class was starting today and it included bringing a fruit of their choice. Victor didn't really see the point yet, but Edgar seemed to like it.

The hunchbacked boy had brought kiwis. He wasn't really supposd to bring them for the project, seeing as his mother had bought them for school lunches. However, she never said he couldn't bring them. Paired with Weird Girl, who had decided on bringing kumquats, Edgar thought the two would compliment each other well. The fruits that is, not each other of course. The mis-matched child shook his head, expelling those thoughts from his mind.

The class sat waiting for the bell to ring. Most were talking and being loud as their teacher hadn't come yet. All of them were excited to begin the project, whatever it may be.

One Japanese boy seemed quite nervous about something. He clutched the brown paper bag in front of him anxiously while swinging his short, chubby legs back and forth since his feet didn't touch the ground. However, when a tall Egyptian boy entered holding a matching paper bag to his, Toshiaki tensed, but quickly relaxed. "Toshiaki," the tall boy said, "there is no need to be nervous. You knew I was coming."

Toshiaki narrowed his eyes as they exchanged bags. They had been adamant about getting each other fruits for their assignment. Neither of them really knew why, but when they both shared an idea, it didn't seem like a bad one. "I wasn't nervous, jerk." Toshiaki retorted "I just wanted to know what you brought me."

The smaller boy opened the bag impatiently while the taller boy, Nassor, smirked a bit at Toshi's constant anxiousness. Duplicating his friend's actions, the Egyptian opened his bag the reveal the fruit selected for him. Starfruits. Interesting. He looked over at the Japanese boy, and was slightly surprised by his reaction to the fruit he had selected.

Toshiaki's mouth had opened a bit at the fruit selection. It was two ripe dragon fruits. "It's because I'm Japanese, isn't it." Toshiaki said heatedly, "Racist! You got me dragons since I'm Asian!"

The smaller boy started trying to attack Nassor with his hands, to which the tall one simply extended his long arms to bring Toshi into a restricting embrace. "Calm yourself Toshiaki" he said in his deep voice, "I got the dragon fruit because they reminded me of you. Not because you're Asian, but because they're unique, fiery, and spikey, but I know they're soft on the inside."

He poked Toshi's fluffy cheek when he said the last part. Toshi squirmed. "Ok," he said, blushing, "Sorry I overreacted."

The Asian began to redden even morse as he realized his position on Nassor's lap, in his arms. He looked up at the larger boy's, hesitated for a minute, then kissed nose. "Thanks..." he said, pausing before he continued, "You're nice."

"You're cute." Nassor responded.

"Shut up!"

Nassor simply smiled at his tiny Asian's adorable temper.