So my first KHR fanfic ended up being a one-shot! Lol I don't even know how that happened... Anyway I think some of you would have realised that I changed fanbases. Unfortunately, I've sort of grown out of my previous one but I'll try my best to attempt to finish the story that I started. :P

I don't own and will never own Hitman Rebron ;-;

Spilt Milk

It was only meant to be a practical joke. Lampo clutched his clothes in pure terror as he saw the expression on Alaude's face.

Earlier that day, Alaude had confiscated his candies under the pretence of it being too something or other (he had mostly zoned out of the lecture) and he had gone with it, resolving to get the sweets back later when Alaude went down to eat lunch with the other Guardians.

When Lampo had secretly visited the cloud guardian's room to get his stash back, the only thing that he could find was a bunch of lolly wrappers on the floor. The hypocrite had eaten them all! It was then that the ingenious plan occurred to him. He would get his revenge on Alaude by using his most despised ingredient.

They were in the middle of lunch when Lampo entered the room after making a quick trip to the kitchens. He had one arm behind his back and the most innocent face he could muster under such circumstances. None of them gave him a second glance as he took his seat next to Asari.

He waited for Alaude to finish his meal but eventually his impatience took over and he impulsively stood up. Only a few cursory glances were thrown his way before they went back to what they were doing. Lampo walked around the table until he was standing behind Alaude. Said man didn't even question for what he was doing, a decision he would later come to regret.

Quietly unscrewing the cap, Lampo held up the carton and held it above Alaude's head. He tipped it and watched with childish fascination as the white liquid made its way through the cloud guardian's pale tresses, dampening it before making the journey down his face. Rivers of milk ran between his nose and eyes as well as on the side of his cheeks before joining together to drip off his chin and land on his plate of half-eaten food, causing it to turn into a milky puddle.

Lampo tilted the carton further and moved it back, pouring the cold liquid down the back of Alaude's head, watching it cause his dress shirt to stick to his back and causing goose-bumps to form on his neck. By now everyone had noticed what he was doing and was watching the display with wide open eyes.

The milk had already formed an ever-growing puddle on the ground and Lampo tried his best to avoid it but gave up once it soaked into his leather shoes.

It seemed like a millennium had passed before the carton had run out of milk. And then there was silence. No one spoke. Only the dripping of the milk landing onto the floor and his plate could be heard. And then the squeak of the chair and the slushing noise as Alaude stood up.

He turned around to face Lampo who had dropped the empty carton onto the floor and opted to clench his clothes. The gravity of the situation was getting to him and suddenly, the idea of dousing milk onto Alaude sounded much better in his head.

His face turned the colour of the milk on the floor as he saw the contained fury in Alaude's eyes.

Alaude, with trails of milk staining his face uttered one single word.

"Run."

And run Lampo did.

-End-

Well I hoped that you liked it! I think that later if I have time, I'll make a multi-chapter KHR fanfiction! (Obviously not about this story though. This was just a random one-off I thought of.)