"This is all your fault, you understand that?"
"Ah, yes, it is always my fault, isn't it?"
Shirou stopped playing with his Batman figure to look up at his two quarreling parents. This was a common thing here, what with his mom and dad being both incredibly stubborn people.
The ten year old rolled his eyes at the couple, clicking his tongue and going back to defending Gotham City. Really, now, what could be so important that they had to argue about it? He knew he was very different from his parents; he was adopted, after all. But that didn't matter in the long run because family was supposed to get along.
At least that's what everyone kept telling him.
Shirou's mother stood closest to Shirou, her back turned to the boy. Her blond hair was tied back, and even though Shirou couldn't see it, he was pretty certain her green eyes are glaring draggers at his father. "Really now? Perhaps if you wouldn't be so careless, we wouldn't be in this situation."
His father, a golden haired man with striking red eyes, redder than Shirou's hair even, had his arms crossed firmly over his chest, a frown on his lips. "I am not careless. Frankly, I do not even know why you are making such a big fuss over this."
Shirou was in the middle of trying to fit Batman in his Batmobile when his mother scoffed. "Oh, is it now?! Yes, perhaps I should be as carefree as you are! Then all our problems would just spontaneously go away! Why didn't I think of it sooner?" Her voice was practically dripping with sarcasm.
Moaning to himself, Shirou thumped his head against his folded arms, the toys laid forgotten as his father responded, "Hrm, perhaps if you simply relaxed more, you wouldn't be so—"
His mother interrupted him abruptly, "Don't give me that 'if you just relax,' speech. There's a time and place for everything, but this sort of behavior doesn't fit with the current circumstances—"
Needless to say, Shirou was annoyed beyond comprehension. Not only was his stomach growling for dinner, but his bickering parents made it impossible to find a way to distract himself from his hunger. Standing up, he walked past the couple and entered the kitchen to address the problem that started everything.
It only took five minutes, and once he discovered the source of the inconvenience, he casually walked out to where his parents were and stood in between them before clearing his throat. Both stopped mid-fight, both looking slightly irritated to being interrupted. But before either could form a sentence, he said, "The pilot light's out," and then retreated to where his toys had been cast aside and began to tinker with the Batmobile's harpoon gun.
Gilgamesh and Arturia looked at each other in shock before looking at Shirou. Then Gilgamesh returned to the kitchen to check the oven, only to discover the boy was right.
"So that's why the oven didn't turn on," Arturia muttered aloud, glancing in amazement at their ten year old son. Well, perhaps being a mechanic was a career they should consider for him.