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The Adventures of Riki: Deleted Scene

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Little girls love older men. Fact. It is an imitation of older girls who love boy-band members. Of wife's with their husbands.

Of fiancés .

Riki was not happy that her lover was engaged to her petty mid-preschool life crisis. Yuuki was the only person who'd argued back. To a five year old. And still lost. Even though she was right. And she had stolen her Kyoya. Her Kyoya.

Riki always got what she wanted. She was little, cute, rich. All the boys vied for the chance to push her on the swings at the park. All the boys except the one she wanted. The man. The dream of being grown up and lovely.

"Kyoya!" The girl cried, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the lounge. They were at her aunt Suki's house. She for the weekend. He for dinner. With his fiancé. Riki scowled over her shoulder at Yuuki as she tugged the man towards the TV. "Pick a movie!"

Kyoya pushed his glasses up and pried his fingers free. He needed to tolerate the child. It was difficult. The man smiled pleasantly and wondered why her cheeks flushed. "You pick."

"Me?"
"Of course. I wouldn't choose anything to your tastes."
Riki was delighted that he cared about her tastes. "Do you like fishes or lions?"
Pause. "Um. Lions?"

"Me too!"

Kyoya knew that if he'd said 'fish', the outcome would have been the same. "Ask your uncle if you can watch it."
A pleasing voice wrapped itself around the oddly-aged pair. "Are we watching a movie?"

The man turned to his fiancé and for a moment his expression changed. His host smile turned into something else. Something Riki wanted.

"Yes. Kyoya chose." Came the stout reply from below.

"Really?" Yuuki smiled down at the girl. "What did he chose?"
"Lion King."
"Really?" Her tone was sceptical.

Kyoya raised his eyebrows and sat down. "If it makes Riki happy."

The lady in question beamed and climbed onto the couch beside him. She peered adoringly at the man she thought she loved. Her first crush. "I love you."
Her crush stared blankly, straight ahead. His mind working through the variations that could possibly go with the thought pattern of 'oh no'. He then blinked and brought his pleasant expression to Riki. "You hardly know me."
"But I know that you're good and kind and handsome and smart..."

Kyoya got a sudden sense of de'ja'vous. He wondered if Renge had ever been like Riki as a small child. It was quite the possibility. "And I'm engaged."

"Why?"

Yuuki was pouring coffee, smiling ever so slightly as she eavesdropped.

"Because," The Ootori said with dignity. He never finished.

Suki spilled into the room with a blaze of bright personality and dark chocolate. "I bring forth joy!"

"Really?" The Cunxin glanced up. "Oh. You did." Her expression warmed the room as she stole one of the 'joy's' that Suki bore.

"Oi. No. Guests first." The woman waved a hand at her friend.

"I am a guest." Yuuki said lightly.

Pause. "Right. Yes. But I know you to well. So technically, you're just the person who lives here for a few hours a week." She held the plate out to Kyoya. "You're the guest."

"Guest isn't interested." The man said agreeably.

Riki sad flat on her bottom and crossed her arms. "Niece isn't interested."

Yuuki laughed ever so slightly.

"What?" The little girl asked stubbornly.

"Nothing." Came the charming reply.

"Yeah, right." Riki's face was accusing. "Tell me."

The Cunxin raised an eyebrow momentarily. "Well, I was just thinking about how much of a try-hard you are." She handed her fiancé a cup of coffee.

The girl gasped in insult. "A try-hard!"

"You think Kyoya likes girls just like him?"

Riki glanced at the man beside her. He was sipping his beverage. "Yes?"
"Pfft." Yuuki sat in a chair nearby. "I don't."
"Well, you don't know him then." Child sticking to her guns.

"What's his favourite colour?" Adult being immature.

"Green!"

"Lucky..." The girl mumbled. "Number?"
Long pause. "Five?" Ironic that she would pick her age.

"Much longer than that."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah." Yuuki nodded.

"What is it?"
The girl glanced at her fiancé. "It's his credit card ID number."
At this, Suki laughed. "Okay, Riki. Sweetie. Let's stop glaring daggers into Yuuki and watch a movie. Which one?"

Riki glanced at her enemy and then smiled serenely at her aunt. "Lion King." She stuck a tongue out at Yuuki.

Yuuki stuck hers out back.

After ten minutes, when the adults had slid into conversation in the room adjacent to where Riki was being entertained, the young girl slipped in and tapped Kyoya on the shoulder from behind.

"I want to ask you something." She whispered as not to gain any attention.

"Mm?" Came the half attentive reply. There were no merits in a five year old.

"Can I give my first kiss to you?"
Full attention. Fully shocked attention. "No."

"Why?"
"Because, you're five."
"I don't care if it means nothing to you. I will treasure it always!"

Yuuki caught the end of the child's desperate cry. "What's up Riki?"
"Aunt Suki!" Riki yelled across the room. "Yuuki's listening to a private conversation!"

"Pardon me." Came the Cunxin's smug reply.

"We were done." Kyoya said flatly.

Suki glanced at the trio and then ushered the shortest of them out of the room again.

Yuuki turned to her fiancé. "What was that?"
He glanced at her. "That was shocking."
"What?"
"She wanted to give her first kiss to me."
"Ah." Pause. Amused smile. "Why is that so shocking?"
When Riki turned around to poke her tongue out at her arch nemesis, she got jealous. The lips of the enemy were coveting those of her saint. "Aunt Suki! Why won't Kyoya do that to me?"

Suki looked over her shoulder. "You're not engaged?"

"No! Don't say that!"
"Okay..." Questioning pause. "Alright. I don't want to know."

Half an hour later, Riki crawled to the arm of the chair Kyoya was sitting in. Her uncle was talking about horses with Yuuki. She was distracted. Deeply distracted. The child stood up silently and then very suddenly grabbed the Ootori's sleeve and tugged.

"Last chance." She whispered.

Kyoya paused, pretended to think and then gave her an answer. "No."

Defeated expression. "But..."
"Riki. No."

The girl took the opportunity of him full facing her and leant in like a snake striking. Her mouth got within a few inches of his face before Kyoya used his years of Host Training to avoid such an onslaught. The man turned sharply and sent Riki sprawling over the arm chair.

Suki helped the girl take her leave once more. She wouldn't go.

"No! Not unless Kyoya gives me a goodnight kiss!"

"Why is it that important to you?" Her aunt said, tugging her towards the door.

"Because it's him..." Riki's tone was dreamy. "And he's gorgeous." She broke free of the woman's grip and ran across the room to her lover. "Kyoya. Take me now!"

Yuuki chocked on her coffee. "Oh my gosh. Don't say that."
"Why? Jealous of a little competition?" Came the snark reply.

The girl pondered a moment. "Yes. Yes Riki I'm jealous of you. I'm jealous because you get everything you want and my fiancé will only give me what he thinks is worth it."
"What?" Riki turned to Kyoya. "You don't give her everything she wants?"
"No." The man pushed his glasses up. "I do not."
"Why?"
"Because, I want to give her what she deserves." He glanced at Yuuki. She shook her head slightly. Sweetly.

"What do I deserve?" The child clasped her hands together.

"You deserve absolutely nothing right now. You're being a brat." Flat reply.

Riki's eye's glistened. "But..."

She really was like Renge. "No but's. You are five. I am engaged to another woman."
"Break up with her!"

Yuuki paused. "Did you just stomp your foot?" She turned to Kyoya. "Did she just stomp her foot?"

"Yes. She did." Came the smooth voice.

"Wow. Mature." Sarcastic voice.

"Do you intend to ruin this child?" Suki's voice. "Geez, she's five. Let a kid dream."

Yuuki laughed. "Well, she turned me off children."
"I'm in the room." Riki scowled.

"So am I." Came the expected lame reply.
Suki sighed. "Okay Riki. Bed."

"No."

"Bed."
"No."
"Now."

"No."

"Why?"

"I want my goodnight kiss."
"Get it from your uncle."
"No. I don't love uncle."

The man sat up and laughed deeply. "Well..."
"No." Riki said stoutly. "I love Kyoya. I want him to tuck me in every night."

Yuuki clasped her hands in front of herself casually. Smugly. "Well, I don't know about him doing it to you..."

Her fiancé laughed.

The little girl didn't know. Suki shot the pair a warning glance. "Uhuh. That was bad enough before Jasmine. She's been sleeping since you arrived." Glare at Riki. "Why can't you be good like that?"
"Because, I can do more than yell and poop."
"Very well put."

There was a long silence.

Suki took Riki's hand. "Come on darling. Bed."

Five minutes later, the girl complied.

Five minutes after that, she was standing in the hall. "Kyoya..."
The Ootori sighed.

The girl's uncle rose and crossed the room. "Yes baby?"
"Can you tuck me in?" She rubbed her eye. Obviously to drowsy to recognise who's voice was calling her. In her mind, it was Kyoya's.

"Yes sweetie. Do you want that kiss?"
"Yes. Is Yuuki watching?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
Yuuki scowled. Kyoya smiled at her.

Riki got her kiss goodnight. She got it from her Prince Charming. Just in the ugly frog form.