Title: Quiet

Pairing: HikaHaru

Word Count: 384

Summary: The house it quiet... too quiet.

Haruhi leant back on the sofas and closed her eyes, it was a warm day and the air was slightly sluggish, drawing Haruhi from her paperwork and letting laziness take over.

It was peaceful in their house, quiet.

Haruhi's eyes snapped open. Quiet was a word that would never be used in the same sentence as 'our' and 'house' without the presence of 'not or 'never'. That's how it is when you're married to a Hitachiin.

So why was it quiet now?

Haruhi sat up staring and listened hard for anything. Silence met her ears. Then again, Hikaru had insisted on buying a huge house,

'So the llama will fit,' he explained during the period he was dead set on getting a pet llama.

So it wasn't likely Haruhi would be able to hear anything if he happened to be on the other side of the building.

She got up from her seat and decided to 'casually' wander the hallways until she found him; he was definitely in the house because Haruhi was close enough to hear the front door open. There was only one reason he would be quiet and that meant pranks. Hikaru had never really grown up; it was something Haruhi found quite sweet as well bringing out Haruhi's maternal side.

She had opened over half of the doors in the house and there was no sign of him, it was getting worrying, what could he have up his sleeve this time?

She shoved the kitchen door open, she could hear somebody moving before she saw them.

Hikaru made a shrieking noise cake splattered everywhere.

'Haruhi! You made me jump now look what's happened,' Hikaru whined looking in misery and the decimated cake.

'Wha-?' Haruhi frowned, 'what are you doing?'

'You always cook me stuff so...' Hikaru shuffled his feet on the floor, looking embarrassed, 'I wanted to make you a cake,' he waved his arms at the mess, pale pink frosting seemed to cover every surface, including Hikaru's face. Haruhi's eyes softened and she stepped forward to give him a hug.

'I'm sorry and thank you,' she smiled.

'It probably wouldn't have tasted any good anyway,' Hikaru mumbled.

'Are you kidding? 'Haruhi kissed his cake-covered cheek grinning devilishly, 'you taste pretty good to me.'