Some RenTsu for Skittlez-chan. My first attempt at the pairing.
Suivez les papillions!
The chain of the swing creaked noisily as she pushed herself with her feet, back and forth, back and forth. It was a lonely sound, and one she was accustomed to hearing, harmonized with the far-away laughter of everyone else. But she didn't much care for them anyways, so that was fine.
The girl, no more than a child, dug her feet into the sand, eyes flitting over the fresh-cut grass of the field and the rest of the near-empty playground. Her eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity as she caught sight of a boy crouched next to a bush. He'd been there when she arrived a half hour earlier, and hadn't moved since. Being the restless child she was, the girl hopped off her swing, hearing the chain recoil sharply with the loss of her weight, and ventured over to the boy.
"Hey!" she called to him.
He turned around, glaring sharply. "What do you want?"
She put her hands on her undeveloped hips. "That's no way to speak to a lady."
"Gimme a break! You're six!"
"I'm seven!" insisted the girl.
"Whatever. I'm eight," he said boastfully, turning back to his bush.
"What are you doing?" she inquired, peering over his shoulder.
He gave a tired sigh. "Do you ever shut up?"
"I might if you tell me."
Annoyed, he motioned for her to come closer, then pointed to something hanging from the underside of a leaf. She went down on her knees to get a better look, not caring if her clothes were to get dirty.
"Ew!" she exclaimed as she saw it. "What is that?"
The boy sent her another glare. "It's a caterpillar, and it's making a chrysalis."
"So you've spent all afternoon looking at that worm?" she asked, tucking a strand of jet-black hair behind her ear.
"It's a caterpillar."
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I have."
"Why? It's so…"
"'Ugly'?" he mimiced. "Why does it matter? Soon it'll be a butterfly."
"I don't believe you."
"Didn't they teach it to you in like, kindergarten?"
"Dunno," she shrugged. "But really, how could something that's so ugly right now, turn into something so pretty?"
He rested his chin in his hands, still staring at the subject. "What good is being pretty if you don't appreciate it."
"You're weird," said the girl. "I don't like you."
"I don't like you either. What's your name?"
Tsubaki leaned forward a bit, squinting. "I guess it doesn't matter if you're pretty… if no one likes you."
He gave her a little bit of a smile.