A.N: A humorous story I came up with. The AX tries their luck with babysitting Abel's daughter and niece. Let's hope they can survive the night…

Drakesdarktwinsister: I wanna costar.

WinterShadow: So, whatcha want to say?

Drakesdarktwinsister: Um, is it okay if I declare my random love of Pencey Prep and all things Frankie?

WinterShadow: Uh...no...

Drakesdarktwinsister: -whining- why noooooooooooooooot?

WinterShadow: -glares-

Drakesdarktwinsister: But you know I'll explode if I don't yell Pencey Prep!

WinterShadow: Good.

-Drakesdarktwinsister explodes and WinterShadow slowly backs away from the ashes-

Mission Objective: Babysitting

"Damn...This is where Abel lives now?"

Leon and the other AX members stared at the imperial mansion that loomed before them.

It was a huge, complex, and elegant structure made of the finest marble.

After a moment, Leon relaxed and put his hands on his hips, "Nah…can't be. He must be a servant here cause there's no way this pad can be his…"

Beside him, William puffed on his pipe, "You might be surprised," He murmured, knowing Abel a bit better then Leon, "Well, let's go inside, shall we?"

All nodded and they strolled up to the front door nervously. Leon reached up with a large fist and knocked broadly. The door opened soon after and a servant answered the door.

She was an elder. Her gray hair was kept short and her wizened eyes gazed up at them curiously.

"Oh…you must be the babysitters. Please…do come in…"

Carefully, they entered and were amazed; and they thought the outside was magnificent!

Too bad they couldn't stay for too long as the woman lead them to the main living room. She paused by the table.

"I shall go alert the Lady and Lord. They shall be with you shortly,"

With that, she vanished into one of the many halls. Silence hung thick in the cold air. The agents waited uneasily for word on what to do next. Suddenly, they heard whispering from behind a nearby corner of another hall.

They turned in unison to see two blond children peering at them curiously. One seemed a little timid and had lovely emerald eyes. The other looked a bit mischievous and had glacial blue eyes that were all too familiar.

"Hey there," Leon tried to greet them with a friendly wave.

But, as it seemed, it was also a good bye as the two girls disappeared quickly into the mansion.

The man's smile and hand went slack, "Alright…that was kinda weird," He muttered, "But the blue-eyed one, her eyes seemed kinda familiar, didn't they?"

The others nodded in agreement.

"My scans show that the child you speak of was indeed the offspring of Father Abel Nightroad,"

Tres's sudden comment made them jump nearly out of their skin.

Leon quickly snapped out of it, "What? Are you serious? Father Four eyes is an actual father now? And that was his little brat?"

Tres stared at him as blankly as always, "My scans reveal no definition for this term,"

"Ah…there you guys are," Abel's voice greeted from behind them. They turned quickly, "It's been awhile, hasn't it?"

Their jaws dropped at the sight of their old comrade and his lady.

They seemed almost perfect together. Both were tall, gracefully, and carried themselves with pride. Both had long hair, even though Abel's was silver and down, while the female's was blond, with a red streak in her bangs, and was kept up with a velvet ribbon.

Leon unconsciously whistled at the mistress, "Dang, Abel. Where'd you find this gem?"

The woman's amber eyes narrowed at him before she turned an insulted nose up.

Abel had an arm around her waist in a refined manner, "Come on, Leon. Behave yourself. This is my wife, Astharoshe Asran, or Asta, as I call her, the duchess of Kiev," He introduced.

William walked up respectively to Asta and took her hand to kiss it lightly, "Charmed, my dear. I am William and it's a great honor," He murmured, "Abel is behaving himself, I expect. And where, may I ask, is this lovely daughter of yours?"

Asta took her hand back firmly, "Kisa's in her room with her cousin, Amber," She informed.

Leon went and draped a heavy arm over Abel's shoulder and grinned, "So, Abel. You married a vampire and made a little half-breed. How cute…"

Next to him, Asta bristled, "What did you call me, Terran?"

The man seemed surprised, "Eh? Uh…no…I didn't mean to offend you, miss…Methuselah. Yeah, that's what I meant,"

The duchess smiled to herself, "And my daughter isn't a half-breed…"

That seemed to confuse all but William, who smiled as well. Leon looked from Abel to Asta and back. He then pointed at Abel.

"You're a vampire now? But, where's your bite?" He questioned, stumped.

Asta chuckled, "Over here…"

He glanced over at her and was shocked that she had pulled down the collar of her dress to reveal a bold vampiric bite on the side of her neck.

Now Leon was really confused, "Wait…Abel's the Methuselah? Just when you think you know a guy…"

The former priest chuckled and shook his head, "Nope, not Methuselah. My codename was Crusnik for a reason," He looked up mysteriously, "I am one…"

"Uncle Abel, who are they?" A young, almost toddler-like voice questioned.

Everyone turned to see the same girls from before standing before them. The timid green-eyed girl was who had spoken.

To his teammates' surprise, Abel went over and scooped up the small child. She sat in his arms so that she faced them.

"Amber, sweetheart, they are going to be your babysitters for the night,"

William smiled gently and held out a hand up to her, "Hello, my dear. You call me William, or Uncle William. Whatever you prefer…"

But Amber just hid her pretty face in her uncle's shoulder. She seemed to be a very shy child. Unfortunately, William took it as a bit as an insult.

"Hey now, I was just trying to be friendly," He nearly growled, only spooking her more, "I-Ow!"

The professor yelped as a small foot connected with his shin. The culprit was none other then little Kisa, who simply turned and strolled calmly over to her mother like nothing happened.

Abel smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, Kisa might be a bit of a handful…"

"Negative. Statistics show that there is a 98.9 chance that Subject Kisa will be troublesome to deal with," Tres stated out of the blue.

Amber looked up at Abel, "Uncle, that man talks funny…"

The Crusnik sweatdropped, "Um…that's because he's uh…" Amber tilted her head cutely, "Ah! That's because he's from a different country,"

Tres didn't seem pleased, "Nega-" Yet his comment was put on hold when Leon slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah! Tres is from, from Siberia! Yeah, that's it…"

The girl tilted her head again, "Sibwia?" She asked.

"Well, if you clowns are finished Abel and I should be going now…"Asta cut in sharply.

The woman was fixing her daughter's clothes and hair while muttering, "Now, try and behave yourself for them, Kisa. Alright? Be a good girl and we'll buy you your favorite ice cream,"

Kisa beamed, "Alright, I promise," She chirped but William saw that she had crossed her tiny fingers behind her back.

He went to speak up, "Um…Miss Asta?"

But she didn't seem to want to hear it, "Enough! Abel and I are leaving right now. Take very good of both of them, especially Amber," She gave them a serious look, "For she is the Empress's own daughter,"

The men froze at that, and allowed the two nobles to leave. The two girls saw their relatives off silently. The front door opened and closed with a final slam.

There was a silence. Then Kisa giggled to herself.

"Let the torture begin…"

But nothing happened. Leon laughed nervously after a long silence.

"How…um, cute," He muttered. He then looked at no one, "Makes me wonder what exactly Father Four Eyes has been teaching you…"

The tension broke. William glanced around. The professor puffed at his pipe.

"Hmm…now what?" He pondered; looking up at the ceiling almost lost in thought.

The two kittens looked at each other before beaming at their babysitters, "Dinner!" They cried happily.

William smirked from behind his pipe, "Well then…dinner it is," He mused.

Leon was excited. Finally! Something to do other then just stand around, "To the kitchen!" He declared.

The two Crusniks giggled and trailed after their babysitters. But, suddenly, the man stopped cold. Leon turned, scratching his dark brown head.

"Uh…where exactly is the kitchen?" Do vampires even have kitchens or do they go 'out' to eat?" Leon questioned, remarking the last sentence.

He received a small blow in the head from Havel, "Next time think before you speak. And try to set a good example,"

Leon rubbed his sore head, "But I was making a point," He insisted, "I mean, what exactly do Crusniks eat anyway?"

He glanced down at the girls. Kisa was staring up at him with a dark hungry look. Then, quickly, she licked her lips.

A chill went up his spine and he struggled through the chill to gaze at his comrades, "They…don't eat Terrans…do they?" He whispered half petrified.

"Negative. Scans show 90 of the time, Crusnik share a similar diet with Terrans…"Tres informed, "The other 10, they require Methuselah blood for proper function. No Terran blood is required whatsoever,"

Leon let out a relieved sigh but then realized something.

"Then why did Abel's little brat…?" He glanced down at Kisa, who, once again, was posing as a little angel. Leon practically glared at her suspiciously, "There's something wrong with this brat, I swear…"

"Scans of the building indicate that the kitchen is located twenty-five paces northeast, and fifty paces east of our present location," Tres added, his eye glowing red for a moment.

At that, the android led the way. Havel picked up Amber, who actually didn't seem to mind. But when William went to pick up Kisa…Well…let's just say he would have had better luck with a tiger…

The child squirmed restlessly, kicking and scratching at whatever flesh of William's she could reach. Finally, Kisa sunk her milk fangs into his arm.

"Youch! Release me, demon child!"

Luckily for the Englishman, Kisa seemed to grow tired and released him calmly. She gave a surprisingly adorable yawn as William nursed his bitten arm.

"She's got quite the pair of chompers for a young'un. I can say that much," He muttered, putting her down.

Kisa strolled a few steps away, nose up in the air. Havel chuckled softly and Amber glanced up at him with innocent curiosity. He beamed down at her gently.

"That cousin of yours is something else, isn't she?"

She seemed puzzled for a moment before beaming back, "Yup. She even gives Barber trouble," She informed.

"Barber? Who's that?" He pondered, " What kind of name is that for a noble?"

William chuckled beside her. He had obviously recovered from being attacked.

"I think she means Baybars…Lord Baybars, her mother's bodyguard and the chief of the Yeniceri,"

Amber nodded anxiously, "That's what I said: Barber!" She insisted, although still saying it wrong.

"Target reached," Tres informed.

The other men looked ahead to see the double-doored entrance to the kitchen. Two small, narrow windows gave them a peek inside. As far as they could see, it was huge.

Leon put his hands on his hips, "Not surprising since Father Four Eyes seems to own a bottomless pit of a stomach. Poor Asta probably barely keeps him full,"

Yet, no one else seemed to find it funny. Only a harsh silence answered him.

"Let's just please focus on taking care of the young ladies here," William groaned with slight annoyance, "They can't cook dinner themselves, you know,"

Leon put a thoughtful hand on his chin, "Or can they?" Another pause, "Nah…'

Tres glanced around in a form of confusion, "A situation has arisen…"He stated, "The charges are missing,"

A.N: Like Chasing Amber, it might be awhile till this is updated. Just for background information, both girls are five years old. Please tell me what you think and I might update it sooner. R&R