Couch

The carnivorous wife

"Kyo-san!" screamed a flustered Tetsuya. Giving few more orders before turning him. "Any problem?" asked a peeved Kyoya.

"Kyo-san, someone wanted to see you."

"Tell whoever it is, I'm busy"

"That won't do Kyo-san" insisted Tetsuya.

"And why? Who's that herbivore that dares to disturb me?"

"It's Yune-san and she's livid."

Seeing that's the case he had no choice "fine, you take over while I'm gone, where is she?"

"In the training room sir" and with that the skylark walked away.

There are two things he could think of that may have caused this; one, her favorite cake in her favorite bakeshop is gone or two about the welfare of their son Kyosumi and he prayed that it's the former rather than the later; reaching the said training room he entered and was greeted by…

CRASH

Dodging and bringing out his tonfas, he countered the arnis [1] [2] that was about to hit his left temple.

"What's wrong Yune?" shielding himself from the blow directed to his gut. "You want to know?" she went around him to land a blow on his spine.

"You didn't get to eat your favorite cake?" he back flips to create a distance between them. Yune charges.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling people herbivore, carnivore and omnivore!" sweeping a leg Kyoya jumped.

"What's wrong with that?" attempting an uppercut using his right tonfa in which Yune easily evaded. "Tch."

"The problem is your son is also starting with that damn habit of yours!" After a series of punches, kicks, acrobatics, chase and Kyoya's ruined suit they decided to have a civilized tête-à-tête.

Kyoya's office

With a brand new suit said husband and wife went to his office for further interrogation erm… discussion.

Fiddling with his pen he started "when?" already used to his cryptic questioning after years of being married to the skylark.

"This morning" she replies after sipping her tea.

"Who?"

"The nanny"

"What?"

"Herbivore" this really irk Yune, it's quite obvious as the tea cup she's holding suddenly broke into pieces. "I know you're a man of few words, but as his father it is your obligation to explain to him even though he's still a toddler, I'm sure he'll understand it… well maybe some. She stood up and planted he hands on her hips. Kyoya flinched

seemingly alarmed but did not show traces of it.

Seeing her husband isn't going to talk soon she continued "what will you do now? Cleary it's your fault; if you didn't let him hear you he wouldn't be able to copy you and remember children particularly the toddlers are like sponges they can easily absorb anything; and pray tell when did he hear that term from you?"

"Perhaps the other day, I was talking to someone on the phone"

"Who is it you're talking to?"

" "

"KYOYA!"

"Omni— Sawada" glaring at her husband she was about to continue when three sharp raps took their attention.

Knock knock

"Enter" Kyoya sat straight as Yune returned to her previous position

A middle aged woman entered carrying a sobbing Kyosumi entered. Yune meeting them halfway took their son and asked the nanny to go outside.

"Sshh… why is my baby crying?"

"*hic* bivore fight… whaa… *hic*" wailed the little tot. Standing up to pacify his son but stop when he felt a murderous aura coming from his wife.

"Who made you cry?" gently rocking her son.

"Kai… play… fight *hic*"

Seeing his son crying made him livid "his pineapple head of a father will pay" threatened Kyoya, getting ready to see some crush pineapple but again stopped when Yune called the nanny to bring Kyosumi to the play pen. Turning to her husband she snapped.

"HIBARI KYOYA! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP LABELING PEOPLE?" covering his ears he replied "will you please lower your voice."

Raising an eyebrow she carry on "What I hope for our son if for him to grow up speaking properly to people, call them by their names and be able to withstand crowds; now, if you can't do something about your influence to Kyosumi then…" she didn't need to finish her sentence as Kyoya already knows what will happen if he did something wrong and that is for him to sleep on the couch, sofa, settee, a long cushioned chair that you can lay down but is very uncomfortable to sleep in.

When the meeting with is wife is finished he let out a tired sigh.

"As always I can't win every time we had a debate, what will I do now?" while sulking… er… I mean deep in his thoughts he was unable to notice a certain presence that of the 1st cloud guardian. Masking his presence he eavesdrops on their conversation. Pitying his descendant he left a note, this is that least he could do so that the young skylark would regain his carnivorous status.

This is what Kyoya had seen when he returned, a letter along with the handcuffs; surveying his surroundings he detected none, reading the letter.

Kyoya,

Like it or not my advice to you is that… sometimes a carnivore needs to be a herbivore even if it's temporary. Trust me… the probability of your survival will go up to 100% if you did this.

Alaude

P.S. the handcuffs are for the pineapples or in my case melons, good luck!

Admit it or not he was thankful for the help he received and pocketed the handcuffs for later use; he need to pacify his wife the sooner the better or else he'll sleep on that damn furniture and good thing that he love his wife dearly that he had learned to stand down whenever she's angry.

Leaving a letter he went out to continue his work, when he was sure Kyoya was out of vicinity, Alaude decided to show himself and read the letter, it says…

Alaude,

Hn…

Kyoya

P.S. rest assured I will properly and effectively use the handcuffs.

Wow, it's cryptic but Alaude being himself knows exactly what it says.

Translation: I'll say this once, thanks. By the way you must have experience something like this to be able to give me this kind of advice only yours must be worst.

[1] A pair of sticks made of rattan.

[2] A form of martial arts that originates from the Philippines.