Disclaimer: If I owned any of the Beyblade characters or the Beyblade enterprise thingy, I wouldn't be writing this, nope. Instead, I would be in my multi-million dollar mansion with my *coughfifteencough* cats. Also, I don't own the fic that this fic is based on.
Summary: Ever wonder what they were like as children?
Note: I have no idea what Kenny's last name is, but his Japanese name is Manabu Saien, so I'll so with Saien as his surname. Also, I mean NO OFFENSE in anyway to Hilary's character, but, hey, she's a little girl here, okay? A stereotypical little girl, too, mind you.
Timeline: Ah, for the most part, this is an Alternate Universe where everyone is a child! That is, except for new babysitters Brooklyn, Garland, and Hiro.
Important Note: This fic is based on a Gundam Wing fic that I read a couple of years ago. It's called "The Babysitter: The Sleepover" parts one through five, by Yoiko and Tzigane. Anyway, the fic was written over nine years ago, and this one is written without the permission of the original authors, and I feel guilty about it, but I'd also feel guilty if I went and asked them because I feel that I'd be bothering them (did I mention that the fic was written over nine years ago?). Dilemma, dilemma… but if you guys feel that I should ask the original authors, I'll try my best to! (Maybe they have different e-mail addresses from the ones posted with the fic… hmm.)
Warning: There might be (desired) yaoi implications :x Interpret it as you will, but definitely enjoy!
Misadventures in Babysitting
by Rawr It's Kizami
The First Job: New Year's Eve
Part One
Brooklyn let a shaky sigh escape his lips. He couldn't believe he had let Garland and Hiro, his two best friends, con him into THIS. Out of all their moneymaking schemes, THIS seemed to top it all, including the time they tried to start a teenage party catering service and accidentally mixed up the guacamole dip with pistachio ice cream (who knew that the hosts and partygoers were not too fond of guacamole ice cream and melted pistachio dip?).
Oh no, this was the absolute epitome of sucky teenage jobs.
Hiro Granger had told his mother that they would be 'more than happy' (his exact words, as the orange-haired teen recalled) to babysit for the sleepover his little brother and his friends were having at Ray's house as their parents sauntered off to the dinner party at the Kingston house that Brooklyn's mother made her son spend all morning running around the house cleaning for.
Brooklyn silently cursed himself. He knew what a handful each of the children were individually (Hilary and Tyson, in particular, were just bundles of trouble wrapped into tiny packages), but all together in one house for a whole night? He had a gut feeling that the three of them were going to be in deep duty.
But the pay from each of the households was terrific.
Even prodigies need money, Brooklyn thought bitterly.
From his right, Garland covered the edge of his mouth with his hand and whispered to Hiro, "You don't think Brooklyn's thinking of killing us do you? He's got the look on his face."
"...I think I have more pressing matters to attend to," Hiro replied, his mother's death grip on his other ear.
"Hiro, dear," she was saying, trying to keep her grip on Tyson, who was trying desperately to free himself, "Watch your brother especially tonight. You know how unruly he is."
"Yes, mother."
"Mrs. Kon tells me there's plenty of food in the fridge, and some canned food in the cupboards if you boys don't want to cook anything. Don't wait up!"
Mr. Granger kneeled down in front of his youngest son and held his shoulders. "Tyson... behave yourself."
"Do I hafta?"
"Yes, you have to."
"Okay, Dad," Tyson replied. His dad smiled, not noticing that the little boy's fingers were crossed behind his back.
Meanwhile, Max tried desperately to free himself from his mother's hug. With each squirm, Judy Tate held on tighter. After a few more additional squeezes, she finally freed Max.
"Be good tonight, Maxie," Mrs. Tate told him. "I'll pick you up tomorrow. Have fun with your friends."
Max looked up at his mother with big, bright, blue eyes. "Yeth, mum." His speech supported a slight lisp, but unlike Kenny, he rather liked the advantages his speech impediment gave him. After all, adults usually fell for his cuteness, but when that failed, they just couldn't say 'no' to his cute little 'th'es.
"Kenny... let... go... of... mommy's... leg..." Mrs. Saien pried her son off her and held his hand. Kenny, being the youngest and the smallest of the group, was always reluctant to be apart from his mother.
"I'll see you in the morning, okay, Kennypoo?" Mrs. Saien picked her son up into her arms, walked up to the nearest babysitter, which happened to be Brooklyn, and handed Kenny to the orange-haired teen, snapping him out of his murderous thoughts.
"Take good care of Kenny," she told him before leaving.
Brooklyn looked at the little boy, no older than four years old, in his arms. He couldn't exactly see his eyes, but he could see a pair of spectacles seemingly floating above the boy's bangs.
Mrs. Kon gave her son's forehead a light kiss, told him to be good, shared a few words with the babysitters, and walked out as, across the room, a tall, dark figure leaned over a small boy with slate-gray hair for a few minutes and left. Kai walked over to the three babysitters, his scarf trailing on the floor behind him.
"Grandfather says you guys are the babysitters," Kai said.
"That's right," Garland replied.
"I don't need a babysitter," Kai stated proudly. "I can take care of myself."
"Kai's a big boy!" Tyson shouted as he ran over to the little Russian and grabbed his hand.
"Let go!" Kai yelled, a little whinier than he had intended. "I don't wanna hold hands!"
Meanwhile, Hilary looked up at her parents with big, gleaming innocent brown eyes. "I'll be good," she told them cutely.
Her father smiled and gave her a gentle pat on the head while her mother said, "That's our little princess."
As soon as her parents were out of the door, their little princess immediately ran over to Kai and promptly grabbed his other hand. "Hi, Kai!" she greeted loudly.
"Stop it!" Kai shouted.
"Come on, Kai! Let's hold hands!"
"Don't touch me!"
"Go away, Hilary, I was here first!" Tyson stated matter of factly and giving Kai's arm a nice, hard tug. "I'm holding Kai's hand!"
Just like that, Kai unwillingly became the rope in Tyson and Hilary's game of tug-of-war. "STOP IT! LET GO OF ME!" the little boy wailed.
As Brooklyn's eyes were fixated on the three children, Kenny started to squirm in his arms. He wanted to be put down with a passion, but this babysitter just wouldn't let him go! He paused and reconsidered his situation for a bit. After a little bit of thought, Kenny settled for yelling in Brooklyn's ear.
"Ice cweam!"
"Ice cream!" the other children chimed in. "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!"
Brooklyn's head began to throb with the familiar pain that one of Hiro's money-making schemes usually provided. Garland promptly ducked into the kitchen and made himself look busy. Having to deal with a bunch of kids was hard enough, but having to deal with a bunch of screaming kids was a whole other thing.
Hiro, on the other hand, picked up Max and strictly told the children, "You can have ice cream after dinner." He gave a curt nod toward the kitchen, and he and the other babysitter walked in.
Brooklyn suddenly felt a light tug at his pant leg. He looked down and saw big yellow eyes staring up at him. "Please?" Ray asked sweetly. "We want ice cream."
"Ice cweam!"
"Ithe cream!"
"Ice cream!"
"Ice cream!" Tyson shouted with a tug of Kai's arm.
"ICE CREAM!" Hilary, not wanting to be beaten in a screaming contest by Tyson, shouted back with a tug of her own.
"Stop it!" Garland shouted as he rummaged through the cabinets. Before she left, Mrs. Kon had clearly told him that there was canned food somewhere in here.
"ICE CREAM!" Tyson screamed anyway.
By now, the only ones still shouting were Tyson and Hilary, still deeply immersed in their tug-of-war/screaming contest. Kai shouted a periodic "don't touch me!" and "let go of me!" every now and then, but his protests were constantly drowned out by the louder voices of his two assailants.
Finally finding something, Garland took out five large cans of Spaghetti-Os and set them on the counter.
Taking notice of the cans, Tyson promptly gave a shout of "I hate Spaghetti-Os!" and lost his grip on Kai, causing both Kai and Hilary to tumble to the floor.
"You did that on purpose!" Hilary wailed. "Poor Kai, did the bad boy hurt you?"
Rolling his eyes, Brooklyn set Kenny on the floor and told Hiro to get the children drinks while he prepared the dinner. Not bothering to argue with Brooklyn's bossy tone, Hiro set Max on the floor and handed the orange-haired babysitter a mixing spoon on his way to the refrigerator. Garland, having designated a task for himself, began to set the table.
Max, who liked to help, tugged on Brooklyn's pant leg frantically. "I'll thtir!" he called. "I'll thtir!"
"NO!" snapped Brooklyn, which made the large sapphire eyes begin to pool with tears. He immediately thrust the mixing spoon into the hands of a confused Garland and knelt on his knees. "I'm sorry," he cooed, patting Max's hair. "I didn't mean to."
While Brooklyn had his hands full with a tearing Max Tate and Garland was suddenly thrust into the position of head chef, Hiro put the bottle of apple juice he discovered on the counter and found himself left with the job of putting the children into their seats; not an easy task when two of said children were Tyson Granger and Hilary Tachibana.
With a deep breath, Hiro Granger snatched up Hilary in the middle of her argument with Tyson and attempted to put her in a chair. "Hold STILL!" he told the struggling child.
"I'm waiting for Kai!" she shouted, still squirming.
With a final pat to Max's head, Brooklyn stood up and opened the fresh bottle of apple juice.
"I want apple juithe," Max told the orange haired babysitter as he watched him look through the cabinets for cups.
"I want some miwk," Kenny added.
Having given up on Hilary, Hiro put Ray and Max into their seats first as he told Brooklyn, "Kai's sports bottle should be in his bag and Ray's cup is in one of the cabinets. The other kids can use cups like Ray's."
Nodding in acknowledgement, Brooklyn left the kitchen to retrieve said sports bottle.
From his seat, Max watched as his fluffy-haired babysitter reentered the room, his eyes fixated on the full head of orange hair. He had the sudden urge to ruffle it, and the color reminded him of extremely concentrated orange juice. "I'm thirthy."
"Get them some drinks," ordered Garland, who was plating Ray's food first and deliberately giving the boy less since Hiro had informed him that the little boy would want more even if he were full. "Make sure you put his top on nice and tight. We don't want a spillage on our hands."
Kai, who had been placed in his seat by Hiro, took offense to Garland's last statement. He crossed his arms defiantly and countered, "I do not spill!"
"Of course you don't," Tyson cooed, giving Kai's back a nice pat. "How could anyone possibly spill with a sports bottle?"
"Don't touch me!" he shouted again.
Hilary, from her seat away from Kai, gasped and shouted, "Don't worry, Kai, I won't let the bad boy hurt you!" She leaped off her chair and made a mad dash for the Russian boy.
Kai's eyes went wide and he jumped to the floor, where he broke into a run away from Hilary, who was desperately chasing after him. The two children ran out of the kitchen, leaving Tyson standing at the kitchen doorway screaming, "Don't worry, Kai! I'll protect you! Once you guys come back!"
Moments later, Kai staggered back into the kitchen with Hilary at his heels.
"Poor Kai!" she squealed, grasping the soft, white scarf trailing behind the boy. "I'll make it all better!" In a flash, Hilary had her arms wrapped tightly around Kai, whose eyes grew to the size of watermelons.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" he wailed as he ran and buried his face in the corner.
"Hiwawy's mean," Kenny commented.
"I'm a lady!" Hilary screeched in response. "And ladies aren't mean!"
"You're not a lady!" Tyson shouted.
The three babysitters exchanged glances with one another. Garland nudged Brooklyn and whispered, "Do something."
Sighing, Brooklyn walked over to the corner and patted Kai comfortingly on the back. "There there, Kai," he said soothingly. "There there."
"Make them leave me alone," Kai pleaded, grabbing onto the collar of Brooklyn's shirt. He relaxed his grip and straightened himself. "I have to go wash up," he told him as he left for the bathroom with determination to watch off all the cooties.
Max, from his seat next to Kenny, stared down at his plate with an unhappy expression on his face. "I don't like Thpaghetti-O'th," the little blonde said unhappily.
"I know," Kenny said, an idea suddenly popping into his head. "We'ww eat the gween beans owr anything ewse they give us. We can move the Spaghetti-Os awound to make it wook wike we ate some."
"Okay," Max agreed happily. Unfortunately for the two of them, they didn't know that there wasn't going to be anything else.
Brooklyn struggled to seat Hilary, who kept squirming and shouting, "I have to check on Kai!"
Tyson, who had already been seated prior to Hilary, leaped to the floor and announced haughtily, "I'LL check on Kai!" Before anyone, especially Hilary, could object, the young blue-haired boy rushed to the bathroom.
The sounds of Tyson being turned away by Kai echoed into the kitchen, where the babysitters glanced nervously at one another. Promptly, the three of them pulled out their fists. One, two, three.
Brooklyn cursed under his breath. Why did he always pick rock? As he wandered to the bathroom, Hiro and Garland smirked and gave a silent fist-bump to each other. Brooklyn always picked rock no matter what.
Seconds later, Brooklyn returned and put Tyson and Kai into their seats, which, upon a quick survey of the table, left the babysitters with nowhere to sit.
"Kai!" Hilary squealed. "You came back to me!" Her arms were outstretched, ready to wrap themselves around Kai for the second time.
Kai instinctively withdrew away from her. "Touch me and… and…!"
"What?" Hilary challenged. "You can't do anything!"
Kai's eyes flew around the table and eventually landed on his spoon. He immediately picked up his Spaghetti-O'd laden spoon and trained it on Hilary. "Touch me and you get a hair full of Spaghetti-Os!" Before Tyson's finger could land on his shoulder, Kai spun around and targeted the spoon at him. "That goes double for you!"
"No flinging food, Kai," Garland told him sternly. He turned to the rest of the table's occupants. "And nobody touch him or your nose is going in the corner."
"He'th cranky," Max commented.
"He needs a nap," Ray added.
"A wong nap," Kenny corrected.
"Stop talking about me!" Kai shouted, eyes wide with paranoia and spoon at the ready.
"Definitewy cwanky," Kenny whispered to Max as the two boys giggled amongst themselves, careful to not let Kai hear.
Hilary, feeling mischievous, lifted a finger and jabbed it into Kai's arm.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" the boy screamed as he ran back to the bathroom.
"It's the corner for you, missy!" Hiro stated as he plucked her from her chair and stuck her nose in the corner.
"Hilary and Tyson are bad," Ray told him with Spaghetti-Os smeared all over his face, hands and plate. He turned quickly to the nearest babysitter, which happened to be Garland, and said, "More please!"
"You can't put me in the corner!" Hilary squalled. "I'll tell my daddy on you! And he's bigger than you! And he'll beat you up! And I'll laugh!"
Tyson snickered loudly and pointed his finger at Hilary. "Hilary's a corner-nose! Hilary's a corner-nose!"
The three babysitters stuck out their fists for the second time that night. One, two three. Rock, silent curses, fist-bump. Brooklyn exhaled sharply and left the kitchen.
"I hate you all!" Hilary screamed. "Except Kai!"
Taking a deep breath, Brooklyn knocked gently on the door. "Kai?"
"Go away."
"Kai-"
"Go away."
Shaking his head, Brooklyn pushed the door open in time to see Kai rubbing his eyes dry. Had he been crying? That certainly didn't last very long, he thought. "Come on out, Kai," he said calmly.
"No!" Kai protested passionately. "I'm staying here 'til my grampa comes in the morning."
Brooklyn gave the small child a knowing smile and said, "If you come eat dinner, I promise to sit you between Max and Ray."
Kai thought about his proposal for a while. It wouldn't be so bad if he sat to next to people who didn't touch him. He uttered a small "okay" and left the bathroom.
Unexpectedly, on the way back to the kitchen, he grabbed Brooklyn's hand and pleaded desperately for a small boy his age, "Just don't let them touch me anymore."
(To be continued.)
What do you think? Also, I apologize for those Hilary fans out there. I don't have anything against her, I just needed someone to be the stereotypical trouble making little girl who happens to not get along with the other stereotypical troublemaker, which, in this case is Tyson.
Please tell me what you think! And what you think I should do. :)