Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine.
Note: This takes place in the AU mentioned in the second prompt table's Writer's Choice series.
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Peak hummed to himself as he worked in the small kitchen that Dread had basically given to him on Warnado. It was one of the lesser ones, only really big enough to feed two or three people from it but Peak loved it.
It almost felt traitorous to admit, but he preferred cooking on Old Earth over cooking on Airlandis. All of the kitchens back home had been constructed with convenience and time-saving in mind. Most of the appliances for it had also been greatly improved since the launch of the city all those centuries ago. So between the replicators and the multipurpose 'oven', a lot of Airlandian cooking could be done with minimal prep time and some button pushing.
While it was an answered prayer to many humans, Peak wasn't satisfied with it. There was just something about the old way of cooking that felt more rewarding and satisfactory, even if it meant more work and time consumed.
When Dread had found out, he'd offered Peak the use of this kitchen and it'd practically been the teen's ever since. The only addition he'd made to it (besides when he needed new cookware) had been a small food replicator for the ingredients he couldn't get either easily or at all on Old Earth. Since Peak had settled into the tiny kitchen, many a dark dramen had found a nice snack there and Nocturna had long ago laid claim to at least a portion of anything made with strawberries in it.
Smiling to himself, Peak checked on the cookies he had in the oven. Seeing that they needed another minute, he turned to finish the prep work for next batch of cookies to be made. It was a good thing he'd still been looking downward during his turn or else he would have kneed the mutant child in the chest.
Staring down at him in shock, Peak fumbled for something to say, "Uh...hi?"
He got a silent stare in return. Trying to work out how the child had gotten into the kitchen without Peak hearing the door open, Peak took the chance to look over the small mutant.
The boy was a very dark shade of blue and had the typical slitted yellow eyes of a mutant. What was odd though, was that his wings were out. As far as Peak knew, normally mutants kept their wings tucked away in their backs (how that worked, he still wasn't sure) for convenience and only brought them out when they absolutely had to.
Another thing different were his ear fins. While some mutants had regular ears of sorts, others had fin-like ears instead. This child's was something like a cross of the two. Peak could see where the ear part was and the fin was on the outside edge of it, giving the mutant boy the rough image of bat ears. Actually, they were almost like a larger version of Nocturna's ears, now that he thought of it.
The boy's clothes were typical of mutants though: an armored chest piece with matching pants and boots. The chest piece covered some of the shoulders and reached around the mid and lower back but didn't extend to the upper back, making room for the wings to easily move.
Realizing that he was still being stared at, Peak tried to think of a better ice-breaker and spotted the plate of cookies he'd already made. Picking one up, he offered it to the boy, "Cookie? They're chocolate chip."
The child's gaze went from him to the cookie, deeply suspicious. The small mutant leaned forward to sniff it and visually judged it for a long minute before carefully accepting the treat from Peak. Keeping his eyes on the human, the boy nibbled along the edge of the cookie, very likely tasting it for the first time.
Peak had to keep himself from laughing when the boy's eyes lit up and the cookie vanished in two large bites. The small boy licked the crumbs greedily from his lips and fingers before holding up a hand at Peak with an impatient look on his face.
Knowing what the child wanted, Peak began to reach for another cookie, asking, "What do you say?"
The boy looked confused and after a minute, stomped his foot while still holding his hand out. He seemed satisfied with himself and frowned when the teen shook his head. Peak lightly reprimanded him, "No. When you want something, you ask for it and say please."
Now the small mutant looked completely confused and Peak had to remind himself that he wasn't on Airlandis. Mutants and dark dramen often lived by a snatch and grab culture, with words like 'thank you' and 'please' only being used in mockery or extreme desperation. If the boy was here in Warnado, then he had to be attached to someone in a position of power, which meant that he was used to either getting things when he wanted or outright taking them.
Remembering that tidbit, Peak grabbed the plate of cookies just as the mutant child went for it. Holding it out of his reach, Peak shook his head, "Nope. These are mine. If you want one, you have to ask for it."
Growling at him, the mutant child stomped at him and made as if to charge his legs. Peak saw the feint and side-stepped the real attack, which would have been a sharp kick to his shins. Mentally cursing the fact he was in civilian clothes and not his dragonator uniform with its protective armor, Peak shook his head again, "Got to be faster than that."
Frustrated now, the small boy returned to his earlier tactic, which was to hold a hand out in a demanding fashion, but in the direction of the plate. Knowing a stalemate when he saw one, Peak relented and got a cookie from the plate. Before he gave it to the boy, he stated, "If you want this cookie, you have to promise not to attack me again. Understood?"
A grumpy look on his face, the blue mutant nodded. Peak added on, "Alright then, so you promise not to attack me again? In any fashion, which includes sneak attacks, back stabbings and 'forgetting' said promise?"
The blond had well learned to be very specific when on Warnado. The small mutant growled again, but nodded and held both of his hands out now. Feeling satisfied that that was the best he'd get, Peak got a second cookie off the plate and gave both to the boy, "There you go."
The treats were all but snatched from his hand, with the mutant child jumping back to quickly eat them, almost like he feared Peak would take the cookies back if he didn't.
Then Peak did a stupid thing. He put the cookie plate down and turned his back to it. In his defense though, the cookies in the oven had started to burn a little so Peak had wanted to get them out quickly before they actually burned. While he was occupied with that, there was a sudden clatter and he heard the kitchen door open and shut, all with the sound of running feet the whole time.
Whipping around, the blond swore when he saw that the plate of cookies was gone. Dropping the pan of cookies onto the stove top, Peak shot out of the small kitchen to chase down the mutant boy.
He never did catch him, though he later found the empty cookie plate in a corner of Dread's throne room, licked clean of crumbs.
Grumbling as he stomped back to his kitchen, Peak growled to the empty air, "I hope you get a stomachache from all that sugar."