Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz belongs to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss...
Except Ken. *proceeds to hug Ken* Ken's mine. All mine.
*Ran appears to take Ken away from clinging hands*
*pouts*
Author's Notes: This is only my second fanfic... And first Weiss Kreuz fic. I'd really appreciate comments/reviews, good and bad. I got this story idea from a Gundam Wing fanfic I read a while ago... So, if you recognize it, please be gentle with me! I understand that this story can't even compare to the other one! Here are all the characters that will appear in this story, with their age incase you get mixed up:
Manx - 17
Ran - 5
Aya - 2
Ken - 4
Yoji - 7
Omi - 3
Nagi - 3 (I know that Nagi's two years younger than Omi, but I really wanted them to be together and a three-year-old wouldn't usually hang out with a one-year-old)
Schuldich - 8
Brad (still deciding if he's gonna show up) - 9? (Hey! Can't have him too old now, can I?)
Farfarello (still deciding if he's gonna show up) - 7
Birman (still deciding if she's gonna show up) - 17
Warnings: If you don't like kids, I suggest you click your back button. Also, there's -potential- shounen-ai, but it could be easily ignored. I just wanted to drop vague hints incase I wanted to make a sequel or something.
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The Baby-Sitter:
Chapter One:
It is a beautiful, summer day. The sun is shining brightly, the birds are chirping their lovely melody, and I can vaguely hear the sounds of the neighbourhood kids taking advantage of the gift Mother Nature has bestowed upon our community. Yes, it is a wonderful day; too wonderful to be stuck at home for a baby-sitting job. Unfortunately, I find myself doing just that. Why? I ask myself the same question everyday. Why am I inflicted with such pain and suffering? Why do my parents have to be so cruel to an innocent child, such as I? Why can't they just let me -live-? Alright, so I may be over exaggerating, but come on! I'm a seventeen-year-old, high school girl with developing hormones! Hanging out with my friends and meeting random men is something I need; a requirement in life! But do my parents understand that? No, they tell me that I need to stop being so useless around the house and become more responsible. How? By getting a job, and the only job I can find in the middle of July is baby-sitting. I guess this time around, parents just feel that they need time away from their kids. Oh sure, why not dump them on me? After all, it's not like -I- have anything to do! I'm just a useless, high school kid who needs to be more responsible. Jeez! Whatever happened to privacy is beyond me!
I hear the doorbell ring, and slowly drag myself away from the couch. I trudge slowly towards the front door, unlock it, and twist the knob open to reveal my first clients of the day. A woman greets me gracefully with her warm smile, and I can't help but smile for her in return. In front of her are her two children. A five-year-old son and a two-year-old daughter.
"Hello there, Manx! Thank you so much for taking care of the kids for me today." Mrs. Fujimiya tells me.
"Oh, your welcome, Mrs. Fujimiya! I'm always happy to help you with your children! They're really no trouble at all!" Not really a lie. The boy, Ran, is very quiet when he's all by himself or in the presence of his little sister, Aya. He prefers to settle down and read a children's book or watch some T.V. His sister, though not as quiet, learns to be when her brother is around, since she understands how he enjoys the silence. In combination, they are the perfect angels. Ran protects Aya with all of his heart, while his beloved sister looks up to him.
Their mother beams at me. "Well, I'm glad to hear that! I'd hate to burden you. I'm sure you have much better things to do than baby-sit a couple of kids."
No comment, there.
"Anyway, I need to get going. My husband says we can't be late for the company picnic with the Takatoris. Seems he's almost got himself a business agreement that could give his company a great advantage!"
"Alright, then. Goodbye, Mrs. Fujimiya. I hope you enjoy the picnic!" I wave her off, and allow her two kids entry to my home. I close the door gently behind them.
After securing the lock and putting away their shoes, I lead them into the living room, which held some toys and board games. I watch as little Aya squeals in delight, and proceeds to rummage through my old treasure chest filled with old toys and dolls. Ran follows her at a much slower pace, and sits down to read the book he has brought. I study the cover of the book and smile, because it is a book I've read before, when I was a little girl. Beatrix Potter's "The Tale of Johnny Town-Mouse." Silently, I study the two kids I am in charge of for the next several hours. Ran, with his flaming red hair and pale skin, contrasts greatly to his bouncing sister, with her dark braids and lightly tanned skin. It is very hard to believe that they are siblings.
I settle down on the couch, and resume my soap-opera watching. I glance at the clock on my left, and realise that it is already a quater past twelve. The Hidakas are late again, which doesn't surprise me -too- much. I take advantage of the quiet time before the next kid arrives. Unfortunately, my quiet time is interrupted by the doorbell, five minutes later. I stand up, reluctantly, and walk towards the door, again. I hear the pitter-patter of feet, trailing behind me, and conclude that it must be Ran, eager to meet his best friend. I unlock the door and pull it open to reveal the seemingly innocent child and his father.
"Good afternoon, Manx! How are you, today?" Mr. Hidaka greets with a bright grin.
"I'm doing very well, Mr. Hidaka. How have you been?" I reply, with an equally bright smile.
"I've been pretty good, though this kid keeps me up and on my feet every minute of the day!" he says, gesturing towards his four-year-old son. "I'm sure you can relate."
Oh yeah, can I ever.
"I'm sure he can't be -that- bad, Mr. Hidaka." I lie, swiftly. It's become a habit, lying to adults. Hey, how else can you explain to your parents why you've come home at 2 o'clock in the morning?
The dark-haired man chuckles softly. We hear a loud honk of a horn, and Mr. Hidaka realizes that he mustn't be late for the picnic he and his wife are attending. Yeah, not only are their two sons the best of friends, but the two fathers work together as well.
"Well, I better go. Can't be late!" He hurriedly runs off towards his waiting wife, and I let Ken into the house.
I close the door and secure the lock. However, before I could take Ken's shoes off, I see him running towards the living room with Ran.
"Ken? Ken! Get back here! You need to take your shoes off!" I exclaim, quickly running after them.
"Ran! Ran! Let's watch T.V.! There's this show that I saw my daddy watching, one day, and it looked really cool!"
In one quick movement, I scoop up the little bundle and carried him back towards the front door.
"Ken Hidaka! You -know- what you're suppose to do when you enter my house!" I scold him.
When I put him down, he swiftly kicked off his shows, and ran back into the living room. I sigh, and put his shoes away. This is going to be a -long- day; it always is when Ken's around. Don't get me wrong! He's a very lovable and cute kid! But he isn't so cute when he's bombarding you with questions or knocking over everything in sight.
Entering the living room, I see Ken fiddling with the T.V.'s remote control. I watch the screen turn on and off, on and off, on and off, and I decide that this must -not- be good for the T.V. I grab the remote away from tiny hands, and give Ken and Ran a stern look.
"What are you trying to do?" I ask in an equally stern voice.
"Ma'x! We wanna watch T.V.!" Ken cries.
I settle down between the two boys, and turn the T.V. on again. "What would you like to watch?"
"I wanna watch the show my daddy watches! I saw 'im watchin' it one time and it looked really cool, so now I wanna watch it!"
"I wanna watch it, too." a quiet voice says. I look to my right, and see Ran looking at me through his violet eyes. I should have guessed. Whatever Ken wanted to do, Ran wanted to do. It seems he's only the quiet and peaceful boy -without- his partner.
"Well, what's this show called?" I ask, patiently.
Ken scrunches up that adorable face of his, trying to remember the name of the show. "It's called... 'Bee... Beeves... Beeves an'..." His face lights up, and he triumphantly exclaims, "Beeves an' Butts!"
I look at him, disbelievingly. "'Beavus and Butthead?"
I hear a gentle giggle in the background, and I turn my head to the source of the noise. I see Aya holding my Raggedy Ann doll, hiding her mouth with her hand. "Butt!" she cries out.
I stare at her incredulously, then I turn my gaze towards the two boys beside me. "Um... Ken... I don't think that show's on right now..."
His face falls in disappointment for a couple of seconds, and then he smiles up at me once more. "Tha's alright! Ran and I can do other things, right Ran?"
The little redhead nods in agreement. "I like to read."
The two boys hop off the couch and walk towards the spot Ran had been preoccupying before. They sit down, and Ran starts to tell Ken about the book he had brought, in that quiet voice of his. The brunette listens intently, like a student listening to their teacher during storytime.
So far so good. Usually, Ken would have wanted to play a game of some sort, which led to great disasters. I silently sigh in relief, and switch the T.V. back to the channel it was originally at.
Not even half-an-hour later, I hear the doorbell ring once again. What now? Who dares to spoil my quiet time? I get up from the couch, and walk towards the door. For the third time in one hour, I unlock the door and swing it open to reveal a woman and a boy.
"Oh Manx, dear! I am -so- happy to see you at home!" Well, you don't have to rub it in, you know! "I apologize for not calling you before, but your mother told me that you would be home all week, so I figured that you could baby-sit for my little Yoji, here. I hope you don't mind. I'm in a bit of a rush here, so I need to leave. Thank you again! See you later, sweetie!" And with that, she runs off, her dark curls bouncing happily after her.
Oh great. -Another- kid to deal with. I stare at the 7-year-old for a couple of minutes, before letting him in. Damn woman didn't even let me tell her that I was already taking care of -three- other kids! And you know what? I -do- mind that she didn't tell me about it sooner! I suppress a scream, lock the door, and put away Yoji's shoes. I lead him towards the living room, and watched the interaction with little interest.
"Hey guys!" Yoji greets, tilting his head down so he could see over his new sunglasses. I wonder where he got -that- idea from.
"Hi Yoji! How are ya? I did'n' know you were comin'! Wow! Those are cool! Where' you get those glasses?" Ken, who else could it be?
Did I just see a smirk on little Yoji's face?
"-These-" he emphasizes. "Are sunglasses. When I wear 'em, they look cool, and if I wear 'em with my trench coat, I look even cooler! Like a real dete'tif!"
Ken looks on in awe. "Whoa..."
Yoji smirks again.
Ran frowns a bit, and turns to Yoji. "I'm readin' a book."
Yoji shrugs his shoulders, nonchallantly. "So what? Anyone can read a book!"
Ran pouts. "Not everyone! Aya can't read!"
"Aya's a baby!"
"No! No baby!" Aya cries out in fustration.
Ran turns an angry face on Yoji. "Now you've made her all upset!"
"Well -you- started it!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not, did not, did not, did not!"
"Did to, did to, did to, did to!"
"Alright! Quiet!" I cry out, suddenly. A person can only take so much. "Ran, it's not nice to accuse people. And Yoji, it's not nice to call someone a baby."
"But she -is-! Aya can' even complete a sentence!" Yoji protested.
"No baby!" Aya cries out again. I walk towards her, and scoop her up into my arms.
"Well, she can understand every sentence -you're- saying." I reply.
Yoji pouts and crosses his arms. I roll my eyes and walk towards the couch. Better leave the kids alone to cool down. They eventually get over it.
A moment later, I hear the doorbell ring again. I swear, someone must hate me or something. I didn't do anything wrong in the past -two- weeks! Why must they put my through such a punishment?
Opening the door, I see two kids at the doorstep. My heart is pounding and I am hoping with all my heart that they're selling brownies. I hold Aya closer to me for good measure.
"Ma'x!" Kids these days can't seem to pronounce the 'n' in my name. "Can Nagi an' I play a' your house t'day?"
I stare at them. No, Manx. No. You can't let them! There are already four kids in your living room! You can't handle six! Don't look at their eyes. -Anything- but those big, innocent eyes... Too late. I looked into their eyes. The three-year-olds look up at me, and I can't help but allow them entry.
"Alright, Omi. But don't make a big mess and stay out of trouble! Some of your friends are already here."
The two boys kick off their shoes and leave me to put them away. Sighing, I set Aya down who jets off towards the living room. There's a party! Walking towards the living room a few minutes later, I freeze in my spot.
Uh-oh.
"Don't touch my hair!"
"Then, don' hurt Ken!"
"I didn' -hurt- Ken!"
"Yes you did! You shoved 'im like this!" Ran proceeded to shove Yoji a few steps back.
"Don' shove me!"
"Well, you shoved Ken!"
"I did -not-!"
"You did -to-!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not, did not, did not, did not!"
"Did to, did to, did to, did to!"
"Enough!" The room fell silent. "Ran! Over in that corner." I pointed my finger towards the corner in the far right of the room. "And Yoji. That corner." I pointed towards the corner behind me, to my left. "You two -both- need a timeout. I will not tolerate fighting."
The two boys glared at each other before stomping off to their assigned corner.
I heaved a huge sigh. I said this before and I'll say this again. This is going to be a -long- day.
... To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes: Please review/comment! I'd like to know if I should continue this, or give up!
Except Ken. *proceeds to hug Ken* Ken's mine. All mine.
*Ran appears to take Ken away from clinging hands*
*pouts*
Author's Notes: This is only my second fanfic... And first Weiss Kreuz fic. I'd really appreciate comments/reviews, good and bad. I got this story idea from a Gundam Wing fanfic I read a while ago... So, if you recognize it, please be gentle with me! I understand that this story can't even compare to the other one! Here are all the characters that will appear in this story, with their age incase you get mixed up:
Manx - 17
Ran - 5
Aya - 2
Ken - 4
Yoji - 7
Omi - 3
Nagi - 3 (I know that Nagi's two years younger than Omi, but I really wanted them to be together and a three-year-old wouldn't usually hang out with a one-year-old)
Schuldich - 8
Brad (still deciding if he's gonna show up) - 9? (Hey! Can't have him too old now, can I?)
Farfarello (still deciding if he's gonna show up) - 7
Birman (still deciding if she's gonna show up) - 17
Warnings: If you don't like kids, I suggest you click your back button. Also, there's -potential- shounen-ai, but it could be easily ignored. I just wanted to drop vague hints incase I wanted to make a sequel or something.
***
The Baby-Sitter:
Chapter One:
It is a beautiful, summer day. The sun is shining brightly, the birds are chirping their lovely melody, and I can vaguely hear the sounds of the neighbourhood kids taking advantage of the gift Mother Nature has bestowed upon our community. Yes, it is a wonderful day; too wonderful to be stuck at home for a baby-sitting job. Unfortunately, I find myself doing just that. Why? I ask myself the same question everyday. Why am I inflicted with such pain and suffering? Why do my parents have to be so cruel to an innocent child, such as I? Why can't they just let me -live-? Alright, so I may be over exaggerating, but come on! I'm a seventeen-year-old, high school girl with developing hormones! Hanging out with my friends and meeting random men is something I need; a requirement in life! But do my parents understand that? No, they tell me that I need to stop being so useless around the house and become more responsible. How? By getting a job, and the only job I can find in the middle of July is baby-sitting. I guess this time around, parents just feel that they need time away from their kids. Oh sure, why not dump them on me? After all, it's not like -I- have anything to do! I'm just a useless, high school kid who needs to be more responsible. Jeez! Whatever happened to privacy is beyond me!
I hear the doorbell ring, and slowly drag myself away from the couch. I trudge slowly towards the front door, unlock it, and twist the knob open to reveal my first clients of the day. A woman greets me gracefully with her warm smile, and I can't help but smile for her in return. In front of her are her two children. A five-year-old son and a two-year-old daughter.
"Hello there, Manx! Thank you so much for taking care of the kids for me today." Mrs. Fujimiya tells me.
"Oh, your welcome, Mrs. Fujimiya! I'm always happy to help you with your children! They're really no trouble at all!" Not really a lie. The boy, Ran, is very quiet when he's all by himself or in the presence of his little sister, Aya. He prefers to settle down and read a children's book or watch some T.V. His sister, though not as quiet, learns to be when her brother is around, since she understands how he enjoys the silence. In combination, they are the perfect angels. Ran protects Aya with all of his heart, while his beloved sister looks up to him.
Their mother beams at me. "Well, I'm glad to hear that! I'd hate to burden you. I'm sure you have much better things to do than baby-sit a couple of kids."
No comment, there.
"Anyway, I need to get going. My husband says we can't be late for the company picnic with the Takatoris. Seems he's almost got himself a business agreement that could give his company a great advantage!"
"Alright, then. Goodbye, Mrs. Fujimiya. I hope you enjoy the picnic!" I wave her off, and allow her two kids entry to my home. I close the door gently behind them.
After securing the lock and putting away their shoes, I lead them into the living room, which held some toys and board games. I watch as little Aya squeals in delight, and proceeds to rummage through my old treasure chest filled with old toys and dolls. Ran follows her at a much slower pace, and sits down to read the book he has brought. I study the cover of the book and smile, because it is a book I've read before, when I was a little girl. Beatrix Potter's "The Tale of Johnny Town-Mouse." Silently, I study the two kids I am in charge of for the next several hours. Ran, with his flaming red hair and pale skin, contrasts greatly to his bouncing sister, with her dark braids and lightly tanned skin. It is very hard to believe that they are siblings.
I settle down on the couch, and resume my soap-opera watching. I glance at the clock on my left, and realise that it is already a quater past twelve. The Hidakas are late again, which doesn't surprise me -too- much. I take advantage of the quiet time before the next kid arrives. Unfortunately, my quiet time is interrupted by the doorbell, five minutes later. I stand up, reluctantly, and walk towards the door, again. I hear the pitter-patter of feet, trailing behind me, and conclude that it must be Ran, eager to meet his best friend. I unlock the door and pull it open to reveal the seemingly innocent child and his father.
"Good afternoon, Manx! How are you, today?" Mr. Hidaka greets with a bright grin.
"I'm doing very well, Mr. Hidaka. How have you been?" I reply, with an equally bright smile.
"I've been pretty good, though this kid keeps me up and on my feet every minute of the day!" he says, gesturing towards his four-year-old son. "I'm sure you can relate."
Oh yeah, can I ever.
"I'm sure he can't be -that- bad, Mr. Hidaka." I lie, swiftly. It's become a habit, lying to adults. Hey, how else can you explain to your parents why you've come home at 2 o'clock in the morning?
The dark-haired man chuckles softly. We hear a loud honk of a horn, and Mr. Hidaka realizes that he mustn't be late for the picnic he and his wife are attending. Yeah, not only are their two sons the best of friends, but the two fathers work together as well.
"Well, I better go. Can't be late!" He hurriedly runs off towards his waiting wife, and I let Ken into the house.
I close the door and secure the lock. However, before I could take Ken's shoes off, I see him running towards the living room with Ran.
"Ken? Ken! Get back here! You need to take your shoes off!" I exclaim, quickly running after them.
"Ran! Ran! Let's watch T.V.! There's this show that I saw my daddy watching, one day, and it looked really cool!"
In one quick movement, I scoop up the little bundle and carried him back towards the front door.
"Ken Hidaka! You -know- what you're suppose to do when you enter my house!" I scold him.
When I put him down, he swiftly kicked off his shows, and ran back into the living room. I sigh, and put his shoes away. This is going to be a -long- day; it always is when Ken's around. Don't get me wrong! He's a very lovable and cute kid! But he isn't so cute when he's bombarding you with questions or knocking over everything in sight.
Entering the living room, I see Ken fiddling with the T.V.'s remote control. I watch the screen turn on and off, on and off, on and off, and I decide that this must -not- be good for the T.V. I grab the remote away from tiny hands, and give Ken and Ran a stern look.
"What are you trying to do?" I ask in an equally stern voice.
"Ma'x! We wanna watch T.V.!" Ken cries.
I settle down between the two boys, and turn the T.V. on again. "What would you like to watch?"
"I wanna watch the show my daddy watches! I saw 'im watchin' it one time and it looked really cool, so now I wanna watch it!"
"I wanna watch it, too." a quiet voice says. I look to my right, and see Ran looking at me through his violet eyes. I should have guessed. Whatever Ken wanted to do, Ran wanted to do. It seems he's only the quiet and peaceful boy -without- his partner.
"Well, what's this show called?" I ask, patiently.
Ken scrunches up that adorable face of his, trying to remember the name of the show. "It's called... 'Bee... Beeves... Beeves an'..." His face lights up, and he triumphantly exclaims, "Beeves an' Butts!"
I look at him, disbelievingly. "'Beavus and Butthead?"
I hear a gentle giggle in the background, and I turn my head to the source of the noise. I see Aya holding my Raggedy Ann doll, hiding her mouth with her hand. "Butt!" she cries out.
I stare at her incredulously, then I turn my gaze towards the two boys beside me. "Um... Ken... I don't think that show's on right now..."
His face falls in disappointment for a couple of seconds, and then he smiles up at me once more. "Tha's alright! Ran and I can do other things, right Ran?"
The little redhead nods in agreement. "I like to read."
The two boys hop off the couch and walk towards the spot Ran had been preoccupying before. They sit down, and Ran starts to tell Ken about the book he had brought, in that quiet voice of his. The brunette listens intently, like a student listening to their teacher during storytime.
So far so good. Usually, Ken would have wanted to play a game of some sort, which led to great disasters. I silently sigh in relief, and switch the T.V. back to the channel it was originally at.
Not even half-an-hour later, I hear the doorbell ring once again. What now? Who dares to spoil my quiet time? I get up from the couch, and walk towards the door. For the third time in one hour, I unlock the door and swing it open to reveal a woman and a boy.
"Oh Manx, dear! I am -so- happy to see you at home!" Well, you don't have to rub it in, you know! "I apologize for not calling you before, but your mother told me that you would be home all week, so I figured that you could baby-sit for my little Yoji, here. I hope you don't mind. I'm in a bit of a rush here, so I need to leave. Thank you again! See you later, sweetie!" And with that, she runs off, her dark curls bouncing happily after her.
Oh great. -Another- kid to deal with. I stare at the 7-year-old for a couple of minutes, before letting him in. Damn woman didn't even let me tell her that I was already taking care of -three- other kids! And you know what? I -do- mind that she didn't tell me about it sooner! I suppress a scream, lock the door, and put away Yoji's shoes. I lead him towards the living room, and watched the interaction with little interest.
"Hey guys!" Yoji greets, tilting his head down so he could see over his new sunglasses. I wonder where he got -that- idea from.
"Hi Yoji! How are ya? I did'n' know you were comin'! Wow! Those are cool! Where' you get those glasses?" Ken, who else could it be?
Did I just see a smirk on little Yoji's face?
"-These-" he emphasizes. "Are sunglasses. When I wear 'em, they look cool, and if I wear 'em with my trench coat, I look even cooler! Like a real dete'tif!"
Ken looks on in awe. "Whoa..."
Yoji smirks again.
Ran frowns a bit, and turns to Yoji. "I'm readin' a book."
Yoji shrugs his shoulders, nonchallantly. "So what? Anyone can read a book!"
Ran pouts. "Not everyone! Aya can't read!"
"Aya's a baby!"
"No! No baby!" Aya cries out in fustration.
Ran turns an angry face on Yoji. "Now you've made her all upset!"
"Well -you- started it!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not, did not, did not, did not!"
"Did to, did to, did to, did to!"
"Alright! Quiet!" I cry out, suddenly. A person can only take so much. "Ran, it's not nice to accuse people. And Yoji, it's not nice to call someone a baby."
"But she -is-! Aya can' even complete a sentence!" Yoji protested.
"No baby!" Aya cries out again. I walk towards her, and scoop her up into my arms.
"Well, she can understand every sentence -you're- saying." I reply.
Yoji pouts and crosses his arms. I roll my eyes and walk towards the couch. Better leave the kids alone to cool down. They eventually get over it.
A moment later, I hear the doorbell ring again. I swear, someone must hate me or something. I didn't do anything wrong in the past -two- weeks! Why must they put my through such a punishment?
Opening the door, I see two kids at the doorstep. My heart is pounding and I am hoping with all my heart that they're selling brownies. I hold Aya closer to me for good measure.
"Ma'x!" Kids these days can't seem to pronounce the 'n' in my name. "Can Nagi an' I play a' your house t'day?"
I stare at them. No, Manx. No. You can't let them! There are already four kids in your living room! You can't handle six! Don't look at their eyes. -Anything- but those big, innocent eyes... Too late. I looked into their eyes. The three-year-olds look up at me, and I can't help but allow them entry.
"Alright, Omi. But don't make a big mess and stay out of trouble! Some of your friends are already here."
The two boys kick off their shoes and leave me to put them away. Sighing, I set Aya down who jets off towards the living room. There's a party! Walking towards the living room a few minutes later, I freeze in my spot.
Uh-oh.
"Don't touch my hair!"
"Then, don' hurt Ken!"
"I didn' -hurt- Ken!"
"Yes you did! You shoved 'im like this!" Ran proceeded to shove Yoji a few steps back.
"Don' shove me!"
"Well, you shoved Ken!"
"I did -not-!"
"You did -to-!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not, did not, did not, did not!"
"Did to, did to, did to, did to!"
"Enough!" The room fell silent. "Ran! Over in that corner." I pointed my finger towards the corner in the far right of the room. "And Yoji. That corner." I pointed towards the corner behind me, to my left. "You two -both- need a timeout. I will not tolerate fighting."
The two boys glared at each other before stomping off to their assigned corner.
I heaved a huge sigh. I said this before and I'll say this again. This is going to be a -long- day.
... To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes: Please review/comment! I'd like to know if I should continue this, or give up!