Hello peoples! I am back with a big one shot that it composed solely of pointless, plotless fluff.
Enjoy!
I don't own Ice Age!
"A- Am I doing this right?"
Squint smirked at the hesitant question, meeting his younger sister's golden eyes, wide and unsure. His baby sister was small as could be, tiny and fragile, just a few months older than a year. Her fur was fluffy and soft, silky as any young mammal, the shade as the lushest lilacs, with eyes the color of brazen waves under the setting sun, beautiful and serene. Currently her eyes were big and round, a bit frightened, string at her big brother, fearfully expecting a reprimanding. It almost made Squint laugh; at just two years old she was taller than him, twice his size at least, and yet she was so very afraid of him and his infamous short temper.
However, he just gestured for her to come closer. "C'mere." he adjusted her hands, loosening her nervously tight grip. "Relax; ya can't be all tense like that. Ya gotta move all fluid like, see, and be flexible. If yer all tense like that on the battlefield, you'll pull somethin and that'll be the end'a you- you'll be dead meat on a plate."
He realized his mistake a second too late. Terrified at the suggestion of dying, the joy gave a squeak before promptly bursting into tears and fleeing the scene. The eight year old rabbit kit face-palmed. "Aw Razzie, come back! I'm sorry."
"Aw dude, whadidja do?"
He turned to see Gupta there, glaring at him, hands on his hips, his gaze angry and demanding. Squnt swallowed. "Uh, see… I-"
The badger got closer. "What. Did. You. Do?" he growled, sharp carnivore-like teeth showing. Squint couldn't help feeling a little afraid; brothers or not, he was still facing a very angry looking omnivore that wasn't shy about his taste for meat, not to mention who was older and stronger than him.
"Look, i- I didn't mean ta make 'her cry-"
Gupta looked horrified. "You made her cry?!"
"I- It was an accident!" he stuttered. "D- Don't worry! I'll fix it!"
"You better. Or else." And with that the rabbit ran off, a blur of gray, calling for his frightened baby sister.
To be honest, he'd been a little scared back there. Normally the tight-knit group of siblings would never dare really hurt each other, but that notion could be completely destroyed when it came to little Raz. If there was anything the five adopted brothers had in common, it was their level of protectiveness over their precious baby sister. The world practically revolved around her; there was nothing the five brothers loved more. They brought a whole new meaning to the term 'protective big brother'. They didn't hesitate to main and destroy anything or anyone that made her ad or dampened her mood even slightly. Anything that was a threat to her desire to smile and happy needed to be destroyed, brutally. They could easily be put at one another's throat if they thought they were threatening their baby sister's happiness. He remembered the first time they ever killed someone- a bully on land had set Raz into tears and… well, his funeral was the next day. Nobody made Raz cry without being punished, not so long as her big brother's were around.
He found the little tot below deck, hiding in one of the many storage rooms, when he heard what seemed to be a pile of mangoes blubbering and sobbing. He found the joey huddled in a ball behind the smallest stack of mangoes near the very back, hands over her head, whimpering pitifully. He approached with caution. "Oh Razzie…" he slunk down beside her. "Please don't cry. I'm sorry- i… I didn't mean ta scare you."
She sniffled, raising her wet eyes to look at him. He felt guilt twist his stomach; having those big, innocent eyes on him, welling up, tears spilling freely… it would make anyone feel guilty. "R-" she hiccupped. "Reawwy?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I just…" he sighed. Sometimes he forgot that he needed to be gentler with her. Being raised as a pirate or not, she was still just a little girl, still practically a baby. It wasn't but a few months ago they had been spoon feeding her carefully pureed fruits in replacement of the milk a baby was supposed to have. "I… I'm still tryna figure out how ta be a good teacher, ok?"
In an instant she'd swept him up into her arms and was squeezing him against her chest, humming happily, nuzzling him lovingly. "I wuv ya Squint…"
He gagged, clawing at her hands, squirming desperately. "Yeah, I- I love ya too squirt…"
She studied him curiously, holding him out in front of her, her hands wrapped around his waist. She tilted him this way and that in a rather fast moment, Squint becoming dizzy. She shook him a couple times. "Whas' wrong with ya?
"Oh…" he groaned dizzily, before ordering Pumme down! Put. Me. Down!"
She dropped him without a second though, blinking innocently as he glared up at her, slightly winded. She merely grinned innocently, sticking a thumb in her mouth. "What?"
"Just… ugh…"
…
It was bedtime. Well, it was bedtime for a certain little kangaroo joey. However, she was being rather testy.
"No!" she said firmly, crossing her arms, a pout adorning her face as she stood her ground before her bed. "I'm no' goin da bed!"
"Razzie, you have to!" Squint protested. It was his turn to this week to put the joey to bed, a task that proved difficult for anyone. "You just hafta!"
She poked put her bottom lip. "How come?"
"Well, um, cuz…"
"Yeah? Who says I gotta, huh?"
Thinking on the spot, his eyes flitted to the window, eyes haphazardly landing on the constellation, Hydra. Grinning mischievously. "Alright, I guess ya don't have to."
Raz looked surprised. "Huh?" her brothers never gave in to her bedtime. N3ever.
"Yeah, I guess I'll just go up and tell hydra then."
She looked perplexed. "Who?"
"That guy." He pointed to the sky. "See 'im. He's the big snake." He heard her gasp; the little girl had a bit of a snake-phobia. When he looked to her, her ears were lower than usual, quivering.
"Wh- Why ya gonna tell him?"
"Ya know, there's a reason he stays up there in the stars."
"How come?"
"So he can watch all the kids that's why. An' when there're bad ones that won' go ta bed like their big brother says, he…"
"He- he what?" she squeaked?
"Then he eats them for being bad!"
"Don' eat me!" with a squeal she dove into her bed of leaves, the fur blanket over her had in a moment. "Pwease don' eat me! 'll be good! Ah promise! I pwomise! Ah'm goin a bed! I am!"
Squint chuckled, striding over near her face; the fearful gold eyes stared at him. She was more scared than he realized; she was shaking. "Ok, I'll tell him. No hydra gonna be eatin you tonight."
She stole a peak at the window. "You- you sure?"
"Course I am." He leaned and kissed her forehead, right between the eyes, stroking her ears. "Now be a good girl and go ta sleep, ok?" she nodded swiftly. "ok, good girl. Night."
"N- N'night…" she mumbled.
He smiled at her once more, blowing out all but one of the smallest candles, which served as a night light. "Sweet dreams Razzie."
…
If he were completely hon3st with himself, he should've seen this coming. At the first crackle of thunder a shrieking blur had shot into his room and, before he could comprehend what was going on, he was being violently squeezed and he had warm water dripping on him from… somewhere. "What the-?!"
"Squint, 'm scared!"
He sighed in relief. So he wasn't being attacked. Wriggling out of Raz's possessive grasp, he managed to get his breath back. Blinking rapidly to enable night vision, he looked up at his baby sister. She was weeping pitifully, trembling, scared stiff. "Aw Razzie, what's the matter. What's got ya so scared?"
She sniffled, hoccuping, tripping over her sobs in an attempt to talk. "E- E's gpnna get me!"
"Who?"
"Th- the- the hy-y-ydra! He's in my room!"
He couldn't help being a little annoyed. "Razzie, it was just a bad dream. He's not-"
"He is!" she wailed, starting to howl. "He is!" he quickly tried to quiet her.
"Shh! No no, don' cry! Shh… um, it's ok! Don't be scared!"
"B-But" she sniffed. "He's gonna eat me!"
"Oh…" sighing, he knew he'd never get her to go back to her room. "Alright, tell ya what. How bout ya crash with me tonight? We'll get the hydra ta go away in the morning."
She nodded shyly, and innocent smile gracing her features. "Uh-kay."
So, they redid the process of tucking her in. he was just glad no one else had woken up. He recompleted the steps of kissing her forehead goodnight and stroking her ears awhile, making sure to light a candle for a night light, just in case.
As he settled back under the covers, his baby sister wrapped him up in her arms. Nuzzling him, she yawned, smuggling him sleepily. "Goodnight Razzie."
"Nigh-nigh. Love ya big brother…"
"Love you too, baby sister."
There ya go! Like I said, useless, plotless fluff. Now I want to make more… should I? Should I just randomly write plotless pieces of fluff like this for no apparent reason? XD please review and lemme know what you think.