.BUTTER.
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September 3- Orihime's birthday!❤
Two big, chibi-like sets of eyes stared up at the calendar, in which a certain date had been marked with a little pink heart.
The elder of the two, seven year old Ameko, had hazel eyes- perhaps a mix of Orihime's brown and Ulquiorra's green, and orangish-brown hair, which was also probably a blend of Orihime's pretty oranginess an Ulquiorra's jet black hair.
The younger one, Sora, was 4, an innocent troublemaker, and was described as a "chibi Ulquiorra" as his mother lovingly dubbed him sometimes. The only difference in his looks and his father's were that he did not have those deep green tear-marks running down his face, and that he had his mother's bubbly smile.
Both were readily planning on making cookies for their mommy's birthday.
The catch was, neither wanted mommy to find out.
That meant asking Mrs. Yume (for the kids, Obaachan), the next door neighbor, if she could help them without mommy finding out.
Obaachan readily agreed, and they had set to making the dough, when it was discovered that they had no butter.
And so, the two darling Cifer children set out to sneak butter from their house next door.
This is where the story begins.
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The refridgerator in the Cifer residence was gigantic- at least, to any normal child's size.
Luckily, Sora had mastered climbing skills, and he could scale the fridge in 30 seconds flat.
"Get the butter, Sora," Ameko said as she tiptoed behind the hallway, "I'll watch for mommy."
"Otay!" Sora struggled to open the door, but at long last, yanked it open, and shivered slightly at the sudden cold from it, and then began to climb it by putting his tiny chubby feet onto the edge of the fridge and pulling himself up by grabbing onto the shelves.
Carefully as a four year old can go, Sora reached up, chubby little fingers desperately grasping for the stick of butter sitting on the top shelf in the door of the fridge. Ameko's voice came in a harsh whisper, "Sora get down, mommy's coming!"
His eyes widened in fear of being caught by mama, Sora climbed down the fridge, placed the unwrapped stick of butter on his head, put on his fedora hat over it, and climbed down the fridge, swinging the door shut just in time for Orihime to walk in.
Ameko held her breath quietly as she watched the scenes unfold from her place behind the wall- hopefully her little brother wouldn't give away the surprise.
"Sora," Orihime was decked out in a yellow dress, her hair pulled into a bun and held with a clip, "What were you doing in the fridge?"
Sora's hands are behind his back innocently, "No flidge, mum-mum."
Orihime raised an eyebrow. "Sora, I saw you climbing in the fridge."
Again, Sora shook his head. "No flidge, mum-mum."
Now Orihime was mad.
Problem is, she doesn't like the word "mad".
So.
Orihime was upset.
Very, very upset.
"Sora," Orihime said in an upset tone, "Why are you lying to mommy?"
"Sola no lying, mum-mum."
Orhime bit her lip. He insisted on it when she had seen him!
...She wanted Ulquiorra.
"Go to your room, Sora. Time-out for five minutes."
Sora turned and shuffled towards the stairs, hands still behind his back. As he did, the sock on his left foot slipped off, but he didn't turn around to get it, and continued upstairs.
Orihime picked up the sock, sniffled, and used it to pat her dampened eyes.
Her baby was lying to her!
He was only four!
And already he was- he was becoming so...rebellious!
Across the hall, still hiding behind the wall, Ameko slapped her forehead.
'Sora, that dumby! Now how am I supposed to get butter?' she observed her mother slowly climbing up the stairs, probably to talk to him, 'I'll just grab some more from the fridge when mommy gets upstairs...'
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Upstairs, Orihime stood outside Sora's room. She took a deep breath, before opening the door.
'Discipline,' she thought to herself, 'I must discipline him. Lying to mommy is WRONG!'
Her son sat on his bed, back straight, swinging his little baby legs back and fourth.
Orihime bit her lip, "Sora, do you have something you wanna say to mommy?"
"Solly, mum-mum." Sora's legs stopped swinging as he looked down at his hands.
Orihime bent over so that she was face-level with him, "Why'd you lie to me, baby?"
"I'm solly, mum-mum," Sora said again, this time fidgeting.
Orihime's eyes narrowed. 'He's acting funny...'
Around then, a trickle of unknown pale yellow-ish substance trickled down Sora's forehead.
Orihime screamed.
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Ulquiorra Cifer was finally home. He could now relax, unwind, see his goreous kids, and celebrate his beautiful wife's birthday-
"OH KAMI, HIS BRAINS ARE COMING OUT!"
Ulquiorra jumped, and then ran upstairs, bursting into Sora's room, "What is the screaming about?"
Orihime was half laughing, half crying, face flushed, and hugging Sora to her chest. Sora had a blank look on his face...and there was a half-melted stick of butter on his head.
Ulquiorra stared.
"...What is going on here?"
END.
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Ameko: Means "rain-child". I thought that suited an Ulquihime daughter.
Sora: named after Orihime's beloved older brother. He is his mommy's spoiled baby. X3 And his design is influenced by "Gift Art for Issues09" by ~Rusky-Boz on Deviantart.