Disclaimer: I only own my muse and the plotline, nothing else.
AN: This was so much fun to write.
Warnings: read the first chapter.
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Mom strode through the house in a huff, throwing objects around and yelling up a storm. It was scary. My mom is perhaps the scariest person I know, scarier even than Vincent who would shoot a person in the groin at the slightest hint of stupidity. Which was a funny story, but a story for another day.
I don't know what set her off, seeing as how I was burning things in the bathroom when it happened. I heard glass shatter against the wall and my mother's yelling, so I did what I always did. I ran to my room, hid under my bed and prayed my hair wouldn't get caught on the underside of my bed. That hurt like nobody's business.
I sneezed as yet another vase made contact with the wall, stirring up a large dust amount of dust, which made me sneeze again. I really needed to clean under my bed. I was debating on whether or not jumping out the window was an acceptable way to get out of the house it wasn't when suddenly a child's face appeared in between the floor and the bed.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his green eyes confused. Looking at him was eerily like looking in a mirror except he was younger and his hair was much shorter. It was chin length, but it still looked like mine.
"I'm hiding. What does it look like I'm doing?" I snapped, wondering who this kid was and why was he in my room. He blinked.
"Why?" He asked, but at this point I wasn't in the mood to be answering questions. He was lucky my hair had got caught in the wires of my bedframe because had I been free and painless I would punched him in the face for coming into my room with permission.
"Because my mom is scary." I grumbled, starting the long process of unknotting my hair from the wires. Sometimes it sucked to have long hair, but it looked really, really cool if you could pull it off. And boy could I pull it off.
"Why is your mom scary?" He asked as my mom's screeching reached a whole new level. Whatever she was mad about had really pissed her off. I stared at him, wondering how he could not find the screaming and random glass shattering frightening. It scared the heck out of me and I had lived with it my entire life.
My hair finally came free and I climbed out from underneath my bed, glaring at the little wannabe-me the entire time. Huffing angrily, I pointed at the door, clearly indicating that the little brat should get out of my room. He looked at me curiously and closed the door. I glared at him, just who did he think he is?
On second thought, who was this kid who looked like me and dared come in my room without my permission. "Who are you?" And is it safe to stab youI wisely left that part out, didn't want to make mom madder because some little kid was crying in my room.
He blinked at me, looking innocent. "I'm Kadaj, are you my Daddy?"
I saw red. My hand twitched and the next thing I knew I was reaching for my trusty sword Masamune which I kept by my bedside just in case of closet monsters. Luckily for the brat the door to my room creaked open, distracting me from my self appointed quest to stab him in the face.
I looked towards the door, expecting my mom or at the very least my dad. It wasn't my parents but two little brats who looked almost identical (the lengths of the hair was different) to the one in front of me who was of course identical to a younger me.
"What the hell?" Now I very rarely swear because the consequences for swearing are always grave. Mom usually makes me brush my teeth with liquid soap when I swear and I never, ever want to go through that again.
"Who're you?" The one with the short hair said, staring at me like I was his long lost idol or something. There were literally stars in his eyes.
"He's our daddy." The first one piped up, my eye twitched. There was only one surefire way to end this and get all these mini-mes out of my room and make my life headache free.
I took a deep breath.
"MOMMY!!!"
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TBC
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Ages:
Kadaj, Loz, Yazoo - - - 5yrs
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