Shattered Iridescence.

Prompt - Rare.

- coming or occurring far apart in time; unusual; uncommon


She hums while she works. That soft insistent, nameless song that she always hums beneath her breath.

Now is no different and as she whisks away at the runny - too runny, Yuuki never was that good at cooking - batter he finds himself stopping the maths homework he is busy doing just to listen to her. They rarely get moments like this; peaceful, quiet, undisturbed. He appreciates them because of the rarity, because they are with her.

He turns back to his work when she hops lightly up onto the table. Her faintly maroon eyes are slightly downcast as she ladles up a spoonful of far-too-runny cake mixture and lets it slip back down into the bowl. The melting chocolate in the pan behind her is beginning to burn. Zero knew that was not the way to melt chocolate in the first place; it had to be done in a glass bowl suspended in boiling water. He lets her do what she wants.

Yuuki is the sort of person that must learn by making mistakes.

When she hastily attempts to rescue the sweet it has congealed and is letting out a faint wisp of pungent black smoke.

He turns a page.

She lets out a soft sigh of irritation.

oOo

"Stir it like this..." he mutters, almost to himself.

Yuuki pulls the spoon from his loose grip and proceeds to stir the mixture the exact same way she was before he showed her how it should be done. Her tiny fingers grip his shirt and pull when he attempts to show her how it's done again. He must use one hand to fend her off.

"Zero. My. way. is. fine."

She's too small to reach the bowl where he is holding it - high above her bobbing head.

"Come on Zero," she whines when she gets upset.

Something like a smirk tugs at the edges of his mouth.

oOo

Her mouth is full of the cake they spent all afternoon baking.

(Third time really was the charm).

Her tiny, pale fingers wrap around another thin slice and she pushes it towards him with a big smile on her face. Accepting it out of politeness he tries to ignore the faint charcoal taste that has not quite been covered by the thick, sweet icing. She licks her fingers in a distracted sort of way and shuffles over to cram herself into the seat beside him. If it was anyone else he would have been appalled by the intrusion into his personal space.

"Zero..."

That look is not good.

He barely manages to blink before she shoves the fistful of flour she has been hiding from him in his face and down his shirt.

oOo

Yuuki runs from him then. Knowing what will happen when he catches her.

(Which he will, he always does.)

And eagerly anticipating what will happen when he catches her.


A silly moment between our favourite couple as requested by Sweety8587 (It's official, I can't do fluff). I've promised to do a prompt of memoir/savior for Ravyn Skye which will be the next thing I will do.

Thanks for reading!

Silver xxx.