Match
The young flames had picked up lots of his parents genes. The good ones from his mother, and the bad ones from his father. Unfortunately, the young flames resemblances his father just too much, that Riza can get a headache just looking at the both of them.
The 5-year old surprisingly loved fire, and after seeing the flames that his father could produce, he wanted to try it out. Silently, while his parents are out of the house, he sneaked into the bedroom and got a matchbox out of the drawer, with Hayate bouncing behind him.
"Haayate!" he squealed, "I'm going to make fire like daddy!"
The young flame then took out a match out of the box and ignited it, and watched as the flames burned the stick. Clever enough, he blew off the flame right before it burnt his fingers, apparently he got his brains from his mother. One by one, the young flame had used up all the matches in the box during his parents' absence.
"Haayaate!" he frowned, "I cannot make fire like daddy! Daddy make biiig fire and I only make small fire!"
He carefully put back the matches into the matchbox, and placed them back into the drawer, hoping that his parents would not notice the used matches. Not long after, his parents returned home.
"Hey kid," Roy smirked, "behaving well at home?"
The young flame nodded his head and gave a smirk, something he had inherited from his father. Riza walked to him and gave his raven dark hair a pat.
Later on that cold night, the small family decided to warm up at the fireplace. Looking at his mother walking into the room to get the matches, the young flames gasped.
"Daddy no make fire with fingers today?" he asked.
"Nope," Roy blushed slightly, "daddy had a deep paper cut in the office just now, and somehow, I've got it on both hands."
Riza sighed as she walked out of the bedroom with the box of matches, not realising the fearful and nervous expression that her son had on his face.
Her expression changed immediately as she opened the matchbox. Her vision slowly turned to her son, who was smirking guiltily at her, like how her husband always does when he does something wrong.
"Sorry mummy…" he squeaked, steadily walking backwards.
"It really is like father like son," she sighed, "just so many silly similarities with both of you that I don't know if I should be angry at you or not."
The family of three burst into laughter at her comment, even Hayate was yipping. Riza went back into the room to get Roy's ignition gloves, they still needed a flame from the fire.
"Now see daddy make big fire!" Roy exclaimed. He clapped his hands once and snapped his fingers, a spark of fire flew from his gloves to the logs in the fireplace. Roy immediately cringed in pain, "shit! My finger!"
Both mother and son burst out in laughter, leaving Roy holding his injured finger in pain, cringing upon touch.
A/N: Fatigue is taking over my brains, chocolates work no more. Now that I'm so tired after school, I almost forgot to write today's drabble. Pardon me for late drabbles! Thank you for your reviewing, especially to Mew Phong, Evil-Chibi-Tiffy, WashiHakubiPrototype and Lyden Leaf for the large number of reviews! I thank the others who have been reviewing too, and also those who favourited this series and is still reading on. So please drop a review as you read, you guys are the motivation for my writings!