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Kitchen Dynamics: Deleted Scene

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Yuuki could make fruit salad. She liked making fruit salad. Kyoya liked watching her make fruit salad. It was like having a snack line that continually produced health food, fresh and ready to eat.

"Oi. No. You don't even like sweet things." The girl batted Kyoya away. He was seated just across from her workspace.
"Its fruit, Yuuki."

"It's my fruit."
"You're not going to eat that much."
"No, but Suki and Haruhi will."
"Uhuh. So technically, it's not your fruit."
"It's mine until they eat it."
"Uhuh."
"Uhuh." She mocked.

Kyoya smiled and pushed his glasses up. "Good day?"

Yuuki waved her knife as she leant on the counter in a moment of flashback thought. "It was a long day."

"Mm?" Why?

"I...went riding. It was cold..."
"I know." He cut her off. She'd crawled back into bed and brought the crisp reminder of winter with in her feet, her hands, her nose...

The corner of the girl's mouth lifted before continuing. "Yes. Anyway. After you left, I left. Spent five hours being a psychologist and then two shopping with Hikaru and Kaoru."
"Hikaru and Kaoru?" His tone was cautious.

"Yes. They have remarkably good taste, even if not manners."
"Huh."

"You might not like them, but I like their help." Yuuki continued cutting fruit. "And then I came home and...Went riding again. Had a shower, mugged you when you got home and then dragged you here to listen to my day."

Kyoya handed his wife the apple she pointed at. "Sounds like a really hard day."
"I don't fancy your mocking tone." Yuuki decided to stop chopping fruit before she chopped a finger off. Her attention was elsewhere. "And you?"

"What about me?"
"Your day silly." Duh.

The man undid his tie and the top button of his shirt. "Long. Boring."
"Boring for you, boring for me?"
"The latter."
"Wana bet?"
"Want to." He corrected.
Yuuki waved her hand at him dismissively.

Kyoya watched her begin to wind cling-wrap around the fruit salad she had just made. "Well, I spoke in two different languages, confirmed some plans and campaigns...boring things." He had just got home. Work, for the only time he would admit it, was happily very far from his mind. When a man got home from work; he was home. Not in the office.

"Okay." Yuuki leant over the kitchen counter and kissed him on the forehead, understanding, before pulling the fridge open and putting her prize inside.

"Yuuki?"
"Mm?"

"What did you just put in the fridge?"

"The fruit?"
"Really?" The man's tone was humoured.

The girl paused, thought a moment and then opened the door. The cling wrap was sitting on the second shelf. The fruit salad was still basking happily on the kitchen counter. "Right." Yuuki took the misplaced item out of its cool environment and held it in an embarrassed manner. "Tell me before I do those things. Prior warning, please."

"I like pointing out the odd things you do."
"You mean the stupid things?"
Pause. "Sometimes."

Yuuki threw the box playfully at her husband. "Be nice."

He laughed and stood. His wife was looking a little forlorn. The man took the fruit salad and put it in the fridge before putting her in his arms. "Nice enough?"
"Yes." She said flatly.

"Okay." Kyoya kissed the top of her head before letting go and heading for the door. "I'm going to shower," AKA, unwind. "Want to pick a movie?"
Yuuki smiled. "Sure."

Her husband paused. "You can pick anything as long as it was made in the twenty-first century."

"No."

"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"I'm picking. Remember?"
"I'm letting you pick, remember?"
Yuuki scowled. "Fine."

"Fine." The man laughed silently as he disappeared, knowing full well that, because of his request, that something vintage would be chosen.

Thus, Breakfast at Tiffany's was watched by two smug egos.