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Chapter 1: Mini-grandpa and the Kids

Both children stared up at him, bright smiles fixed firmly into place with their hands clasped behind their backs. "Please?"

"No."

The girl frowned at him, tiny arms crossing over her stomach, while the boy looked ready to burst into tears. "But mini-grandpa, we're bored!"

Koenma's lips pursed at the use of the nickname, his gaze shifting from the stack of papers on his desk, to the two children standing next to his chair.

Neither one stood much taller than him in his current form, but they were, nevertheless, taller. The girl's stance was a mirror image of her mother's, weight resting lightly upon her left leg while her head tilted towards the right. Her arms, still wound over her stomach, were covered in white bandages as a result from a fight at school just this morning. While her physical features screamed her mother's name, the personality was all her father; swing first and ask questions later.

Soft-spoken, and much calmer than his twin, the boy clutched a teddy bear to his tiny chest, brows furrowed in quiet frustration at being denied. "We jus' wanna hear a story, mini-grandpa."

Koenma sighed before laying his head in the palms of his hands. "Where's your mother?" The twins giggled, whether at him or his question, he wasn't sure.

Kiyone brushed her bangs away from her face to get a better look at him. "Her an' daddy are havin' grownup time."

He lifted his head and arched an eyebrow. "Say what?"

Arms still crossed, her frown returned with a vengeance as she stared up at him. "What."

Barely suppressing the urge to groan, Koenma slapped a hand to his forehead. "I meant for you to say that again."

And the frown deepened. "That again?"

Daisuke shook his head, before wrapping his arms tighter around the stuffed bear. "That's not what mini-grandpa meant, 'Yone. He wants to know about mommy and daddy."

Koenma blinked, surprised by the near bored expression on the little boy's face. Normally found on the face of his mother, Daisuke's eyes were half-closed with his head cocked to the left, shooting his sister a sideways glance. "That's right."

"Oh." Bandaged arms dropping to her side, Kiyone glared up at him. "Why didn't you jus' say that?"

"He did."

"Didn't not."

"He did."

"No, he didn't not."

"He-

Koenma rolled his eyes skyward before glancing at the ink pen on his desk. Maybe, if I stab myself hard enough… "Where'd you say your mother was again?"

Kiyone's grin reminded him so much of her father, that Koenma nearly swallowed his pacifier. "With daddy. They're havin' grownup time."

"And mommy's loud." Daisuke added, bringing a blush to Koenma's cheeks.

"So we came to find you." Kiyone stuck her thumb into her mouth, before climbing up to sit on the edge of Koenma's chair. "Now will you tell us a story?"

"Why don't you ask Ogre to tell you a story? Or Botan? She can tell really good ones."

The twins glanced at one another, before Daisuke sighed, the expression from earlier once again plastered to his face. "Okay, Ogre's busy, so we'll ask Botan."

Kiyone nodded. "But don't blame us when she wants to know about the pictures on your computer."

The otherworldly prince arched an eyebrow, suddenly wary of the two children who seemed to radiate with innocence. Innocent my ass. "What pictures?"

With an amount of indifference that no six year-old should possess, Daisuke shrugged his little shoulders. "The ones you took at the beach…"

His other eyebrow joining the first, Koenma stared at the boy. What could be so bad about-

With a look of devilish glee to match her brother's level of indifference, Kiyone shifted in the seat to look down at him now. "While she was changin' clothes."

This time, he spit the pacifier clear across the room before turning wide eyes to stare at them, Kiyone first, and then Daisuke. "You wouldn't."

Hopping down from the chair, Kiyone went to stand next to her brother, draping one bandaged arm over his shoulders. "Try us."

As he continued to stare, Koenma came to some very interesting conclusions. First; even though Daisuke was their father in miniature form, and Kiyone possessed the man's brash attitude, they were both extremely cunning. In short, they were their mother's children, plain and simple, and undisputable. "Alright, alright you win. I'll tell you a story." And while they cheered, running off to sit under their so called 'story tree' the prince was reminded of his second discovery for the day. Six year-olds are evil.

End

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