Prologue

Rouge and her baby

Summery: Okay; now in this story, Rouge leaves her life of crime behind to make an honest living. This living happens to be raising a Chao whose previous caretaker was abusive. Rouge's Chao, named Bucky, is trying to forget about his earlier caretaker, Rick, and live a happy life with his "Mommy". This story is For ChrisMSMB. He has taken two stories and wrote them for me, so this is his reward. R&R NO FLAMES!!!!!!!!!!!

Rouge stepped into the CCC (Chao Caretaker Committee) headquarters. She had given up her life of crime and paid back the people she had wronged. She wanted to work with cute animals; and Chao were as adorable as cute got. She talked to the Raccoon at the front desk,

"Ah," she said, "You must be Rouge. Mr. Stevens is waiting for you. His office is on the top floor; in fact it is the top floor." Rouge got on the elevator, and hit the button marked 17. She got off and she saw a bear and a fox. The fox was not Tails. But he sneered at Rouge,

"You're too late, batgirl; I got the job."

"No, no, no." said the Bear, obviously Mr. Stevens, "She's entitled to apply; so you don't got the job." He beckoned the two to follow him. There was a small stuffed Chao on a table.

"Now," said the Bear, "your first test is to make the Chao stop crying without hurting it. Ladies first." Mr. Stevens pushed a button on the Chao, and crying noises came from it. Rouge cradled it in her arms, while softly singing. The cries were replaced by coos.

"I didn't it could do that," said Mr. Stevens, "Now then, Joe, take a turn." The Chao started to cry again.

"SHUT UP!" Shouted Joe, throwing the stuffed Chao across the room, busting the head off in the process,

"If that," said Mr. Stevens, angrily, "were a real Chao, I'd have mauled you. You're paying for that." He led them into another door.

"Your next test," said Mr. Stevens, "is to pet this real Chao." Rouge put her hand near it. The Chao leaned forward, a sign that it wanted Rouge to pet it.

"He likes you," said Mr. Stevens, "Now, Joe, there will be no throwing of the Chao." Joe stuck his hand forward. The Chao grabbed his hand, pulled it closer, and bit it as hard as it could. It didn't break the skin, but boy did it sting.

"It hates you," said Mr. Stevens, "one more test will determine who gets the job. Rouge has passed both tests; I'll be very hard-pressed to change my mind." He led them through yet another door. In a small room, another stuffed Chao lay in a cradle.

"Chao love lullabies," said Mr. Stevens, "if you can sing the Chao to sleep, you'll pass the test." Rouge sat by the tiny cradle.

"Rock a bye, baby, on the tree tops, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. The baby is a gift from above, and it is a blessed, bundle of love." The Chao's eyes shut and it cooed in its sleep. There were tears on the outer rim of Mr. Steven's eyes,

"That was beautiful," he said, "Joe, take a turn." Joe sat by the cradle in a similar fashion to Rouge.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little sta-" he wasn't even halfway through the song before the Chao started to cry.

"Rouge," said the bear, "you have shown that you are full of love, and a Chao would be blessed for a caretaker like you. I'm so impressed."

"Thank you, sir," said Rouge,

"Please," said the bear, "call me Darnell,"

"What about me, Darnell?" asked Joe,

"Call me sir," said Mr. Stevens, "and I don't ever wanna see you again. GET OUT NOW!!!" Darnell turned to Rouge,

"You may start," he said, "whenever you like."

"I'd like to start now," said Rouge. Darnell handed Rouge a picture. The Chao in the picture was a white one. He had cuts, bruises, a black eye, and a tearstained face.

"This is Bucky," said the bear, "and he had the worst caretaker in the world; he'd leave work just to attack the poor soul. He once was found with a knife in his pocket."

"That poor baby," said Rouge, voice breaking, "don't worry; I'll be the best caretaker this lil' guy has ever known."

Well, well, well, not bad for the first chapter, I'd say. If you're wondering what Rouge was singing during the first test, well I'll let you imagine what it was. Be it Rock a bye baby, row, row, row your boat, or I'm a little teapot (which would be a little weird) you figure. As stated above, the story is for ChrisMSMB. Enjoy, and no flames. Chapter two will be out ASAP =D