Sauterelle et lavandin

“And that?” The four-year-old’s voice was shrill, demanding.

The eight-year-old’s patience, thin from the moment her mother saddled the babything on her, was close to the breaking point. “A grasshopper. Reeeeaaallly. Don’t your parents teach you anything?”

“I haven’t any,” the smaller child squeaked.
“Everyone has parents, silly.” She picked a stalk of lavender, crushed the small purple blossoms between her fingers.
“I don’t!” it squeaked “I never did ever!”
“Here hold this.” She shoved the lavender into small pudgy hands.
“I don’t wanna! It’s icky!”
“It smells pretty, stupid!”
“You squished it!”
“I squished it to make it smell pretty! Argh!”

Irate, she rubbed it in his face, and he started crying.

“You’re such a baby! Baby, baby, baby!” She teased, blue pigtails bobbing as she mocked his crying.

Little freckled face pinched in anger, the toddler batted at her, grabbing handfuls of the smelly purple blossoms that wafted all around them and flinging them at her.
She giggled, amused at his combattive spirit.
“You think you can fight me? You’re only a baaaaaaby,” she teased mercilessly.
“I can fight you! I can fight anybody!” He grabbed more lavender, faster, bigger bunches, getting sloppy in his anger.
“You couldn’t fight that grasshopper,” the little girl stuck her tongue out, amused.
“I can fight a, a, a bunch of grass poppers!” He grabbed the grasshopper in a flick of unexpected speed, and threw it at her.

She screamed.

“MAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAAA,” Elisabeth ran down the hill weepingly. “HE THREW A BUG AT MEEEEEEEEEE!”

As the little boy stood in triumph on the top of the hill, watching her flee, his first taste of victory surprised him, more sweet and more fragrant than all the lavender in France.
The summer wind blew up his white-blond hair and shivered the blossoms around his legs.

With a malicious delight, his little eyes smiled.

(King of Fighters fanfiction. Ash Crimson and Elisabeth Blanctorche as kids? Awww.<3)

(Leader Desperation Move: GRASSHOPPER)