Violets are Red- Yuri X Male reader- DDLC Yuri Fanfiction-Novella

Chapter 2: Knifes and a quiche

Several minutes now I had waited at what I presumed to be Yuri's door and had seen no signs of anyone being home. Turning on my heels I proceeded to shuffle back down the driveway before I heard a mass approaching the door from the inside. Quickly to avoid looking odd I took a large step and once again positioned myself towards the front of the door.

Hinges bending the door opened and there stood Yuri. She was wearing her cream coloured turtle neck with a mid length purple skirt and some very long plain cotton socks. Adorning her hair sat her usual purple clip along with a thin, silver necklace, wrapped tightly around her neck. Last but in no way least had a relatively large red mark halfway between a gash and an abrasion on the left side of her head lightly dripping blood from the corner. "Please come in" she said in her usual mature slightly timid tone. "Make yourself" -she paused "-at home" finishing her introductory sequence Yuri held the door with her arm and ushered me inside.

Genuinely concerned and now linking such things with the large bump earlier I called to Yuri in an inquisitive tone, "what happened to your head?". I tried to sound concerned but not to a nature of which I could confront or even scare her. I wanted to sound like I cared, not like an idiot attempting to pry information. Yuri registered the message and her smile faded quickly turning into a small gasp as her eyes widened and breathing fastened. "Its nothing really. I'll-i'll be O.K" Yuri managed to say with an far more anxious tone.

Taking my cues from Yuri's high socks I removed my shoes and aligned them in a wall rack as I followed through the door, the rack was empty. Rotating my head to implore my current field of vision my surroundings seemed to reflect Yuri very well. Her house from what I could see had a white, black and blue theme. Her wallpaper was a delicate cream with tiny indentations forming individual spirals and twirls. All Yuri's furniture was quite modern and was either white leather, wooden or a black, striped fabric. The living area was quite vast, being the heart of the house with a massive bookcase, several blue potted plants, Glass cabinets containing pottery and other trinkets and an extremely small yet sleek television. Due to it's factory film one could infer it had never been used.

Attached to the living area was a kitchen nicely tiled with drawers of wood and cabinets of glass. A long dining table laid with candles sitting atop a simple long rug backed by more decorative dressers and cabinets. And finally a flight of stairs, possibly leading to the rest of the house. "Wow, Yuri" this is actually pretty impressive, so much so you struggle to adapt your vocabulary to find words. "This is" -thinking "A, very nice house". As you say that Yuri shudders but you can see it was a warm type of shudder, almost an outwards expression of relief. "Thank you" is your quiet and well considered reply.

Considering the wound a sensitive topic despite its apparent severity you decided to ignore it. "So..." you enunciate as usual" "What would you like to do?". "Umm!" Yuri seems to freeze. "I'm not, you, ..., I'm not sure...". When Yuri visits your house all we do is reading perhaps a bit of cooking and sometimes we make tea and talk lightly, without me in a host position to govern things Yuri is really looking as if she is coming undone as she begins to blush heavily. It really is up to you to salvage the situation. You part your lips to create a solution.

Opening your mouth you attempt to formulate something to divulge to Yuri which can prevent her face from burning up. You decide to take an assertive stance and give her something to do rather than attempt to comfort her and force her to make something up. In a semi serious turn I utter a "I know" followed by a conjoined and equally lax "Why don't you tell me what you were doing before I got here". Knowing you should have given Yuri a little more to work with your sentences end falls a little flat. However seeing Yuri's face unfurl from her frontal strands of violet hair I can tell she and by relation I, are beginning to feel a little better.

As the shade of red emanating from Yuri's cheeks fades from a tomato glow to a strawberry blush and her contracted muscles in her facial region begin to relax she clears her throat to speak. "I was just..." - "I was just..."  "Making my, uh, our dinner". Yuri finishes clearly despite a few roadblocks in her speech. Despite hearing everything it was very hard to listen as when she wears that cute contemplative smile as she did when she talked one cannot help but let it hit them like a tsunami wave as delicate and entrancing as it may be. "I, umm, ki..." now your the one lost for words. "Why don't you show me?" you reply, an odd and rather unfruitful activity to begin but in your dumbfounded state at least you didn't blurt out something that didn't make any sense at all or made too much for your own good.

Yuri, not too slowly to appear disconcerted and not fast enough to be bouncy turns on her heels and motions you over to the kitchen. "I apoligise for the mess, I was in the middle of preparation and, well..." Yuri seems to trail off as you scan the kitchen for yourself. The place is spotless besides a pinch of flour spilled from the bottom of the sack. It rests in a corner next to a vile of olive oil (virgin  double pressed) unbleached eggs, parsley, rocket, several cheeses, cherry tomatoes, pastry, bacon and some herbs I was unable to identify. 

The kitchens equipment upon closer inspection all seemed ordinary, cabinets, a fridge and freezer, pantry (cupboard), some cutlery draws and tool draws, the works. However the one icon that stood out was a large knife block harboring nearly thirty knifes small, thin, fat, large, serrated, sharp, all kinds. The block stretched to the drawer tops actually becoming a major feature of the kitchen.

Remembering Yuri liked knifes I discarded her rather large assortment as an issue and instead formulated conversation around the ingredients. 'So Yuri what were you planning to make with these?" I asked, Yuri replied but with an anxious tone, "I was going to make a quiche, but if you want something else I can do that, I have lots of ingredients so...". I put my hand maybe a little too fatherly on Yuri's shoulder and reassured her "Yuri, quiche is lovely". Again Yuri smiled, this time squeezing her eyes shut adding to the mesmerizing payload. "Oh, please forgive me for not asking sooner, would you like anything to drink Alex?". Still dazed by cuteness I replied in a starstruck voice "Tea, would, fine". And so with a little giggle Yuri begun to fill a kettle in preparation for our drinks.