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.
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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'Thank You's: Again, thank you to all those who took the time to review my fic! I really appreciate it! So, here's another list of people I give my thanks to:
Kimiki (hanktay ouyay), L-chan, koneko maxwell, LittleIsa, The Shattered Angel, Jin (I'm still waiting for your next "Abyssinan" chapter!), fei (I agree! KenKen is just the best! *cuddles Chibi-KenKen*), Unico, Sailor Nova (seven kids must've been terrible!), Jo, Yami No Tenshi, an Anonymous, and Kato-chan!
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The Baby-Sitter:
Chapter Three:
"Ma'x! Aya won't stop playin' with my hair!"
"Ma'x... That new boy won't stop starin' a' me..."
"Ma'x, I can't find my book."
"Ma'x! Schu won't stop touchin' my la'top!"
I growl in fustration, as I'm bombarded with complaints and whines. Don't lose it now, Manx... Just another half-an-hour and Birman will come and help you. When she gets here, she can help out with the kids. Unfortunately, -a lot- can happen in thirty minutes when you have eight kids under one roof. I take a look at my watch again. Have you ever noticed that time seems to stop at the -worst- times?
"Hey Ran! Lookit what I found!" Ken came running into the living room, holding my soccer ball in his small hands. Whoever told him to rummage through the closet is beyond me. He held it high in the air, to show it off. "Now we can play!"
"Okay." Ran replies, quietly, walking towards him.
Okay? No, not okay. "Sorry, Ken. But you're not allowed to play soccer indoors." I tell him, or rather, -reminded- him for the nth time.
Pursing his bottom lip, Ken nods and puts the ball down. Ran stands in front of him, takes his hand, and leads him away.
"That's okay, Ken. You can help me find my book." he suggests.
Brightening up, Ken nods his head, vigorously. Now isn't this scene the sweetest thing you've ever seen?
I walk away from the two, and bend down to retrieve Aya from the floor. I carefully pry her fingers away from Yoji's dark curls, and lift her up, placing her on my right hip while my right arm is supporting her tiny back. Turning towards the other kids, I start rattling off a small list of orders.
"Farfarello, please stop staring at Nagi. Ran, I don't know where your book is, why don't you look under the couch? Schuldich, stop touching Omi's laptop, if he doesn't want you to." I see Schuldich pout and cross his arms, glaring daggers at the smiling blonde.
"It's not that cool, anyway." he declares with a huff.
"It is to! I's got a whole bunch o' stuff! Right Nagi?"
Nagi nods his head, not daring enough to speak in the presence of a bully.
"We still can't find it, Ma'x." I feel a slight tug on my jeans, and look down to see violet eyes peering up at me.
I sigh. "Has anyone seen Ran's book?"
No one speaks up.
Aya is moving frantically in my arms, trying to look at the people behind her. Suddenly, she screams, "Ice cream!"
My eyes widen, and I hear loud cheering from everyone else.
"Yeah! Ice cream!"
"Can I have choc'late?"
"I want strawberry!"
"Can I have mine in a cone?"
"Can I have a sundae? Like the ones in 'McDonald's'?"
I feel my eye twitching a few times. I take a deep breath for what seems like the ten millionth time, and slowly face my young charges.
"I don't think I have enough ice cream for -all- of you." I say to them. I hear a chorus of groans and whines.
"Tha's okay, we can go to 'Baskin Robbins'!" Ken declares. Another chorus of cheers, followed by a silent sob for my wallet.
"I've got another idea. Why don't we sit here and wait for my friend, Birman, to arrive? When she comes, we can all ask -her- if we could have ice cream."
"Birman's comin'? When?" Yoji asks, eagerly.
"Uh... Soon. She says she'll come over only if you kids are good." I tell them. Will the kids take the bait? I'm getting desperate here!
"Really? Nagi, we gotta be good, 'kay? Las' time Birm'n came t'my house, she let me play this really cool computer game!"
"Whoa..." Nagi looks at him, in awe.
"Wait a minute!" Schuldich speaks up. He turns towards me, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "If Birman's comin' already, how does she know if we've been good or bad? By the time she finds out, she'll already be here!"
Damn. Smart kid.
"Well..." Come on, Manx! Think of something! "Uh... Birman, has special... Abilities..."
"Special -abilities-?" Schuldich asks, looking at me skeptically.
"Yes." I continue to tell him; do I sound convincing to you? "Birman has the special -ability- to... See what other people are doing, even when she's not there!" Hey! I -told- you I was getting -desperate-!
"Really?"
"That's so cool!"
"I wanna do that, too!"
"I've always wanted to move things around without touchin' 'em..."
"That'd be so cool, Nagi!"
"It'd be even cooler if I could read people's minds!"
"I wish I couldn't feel pain... 'Cuz then I'd be able ta cut myself without feelin' it."
Everyone looks at Farfarello, and back away slowly. I make a note of putting away all the sharp appliances in the kitchen.
An idea suddenly pops into my head, and I turn back to the group. "I have a suggestion! Why don't we play a game?"
"A -game-?" Yoji asks me. "What -kind- of game?"
"A -fun- game." I reassure him. "It's called 'The Chain'." [1]
"'The -Chain-'?" Schuldich repeats, incredulously. "Sounds stupid to me."
"Well, it may not seem -stupid- to everyone else." I retort. Jeez, I wonder if Birman's ever baby-sat this kid before. How could she put up with him? How could his -parents- put up with him?
"How do ya play it?" Omi asks, curiously.
"Well, everyone needs to split up into two different groups." I instruct.
"There's an odd number." Ran states, excluding his baby sister from anything that may harm her.
"That's alright. Who wants to be the leader?"
"Oh, I do!"
"No! I wanna!"
"Me, me!"
"Quiet!" I seem to be saying that a lot, lately, haven't I?
"May I, please, be the leader, Ma'x?" Farfarello asks, sauntering up towards me.
I smile at him. "Yes, you may." Aw, how sweet! I guess under that wild complexion, he is a very polite boy.
I start to separate the kids into two groups of three. Even with -this- task I had a bit of a problem. When I tried to separate Ran and Ken, Ran would stare me down even when I'm several feet taller than him. When I tried to separate Omi and Nagi, they would give me those sad puppy-dog eyes. When I tried to separate Yoji and Schuldich, Schuldich would growl at me. It was time for me to growl in fustration.
"Alright," I declare. "I -need- for everyone to cooperate with me to play this game!"
I see Omi and Nagi huddle together, hear them whisper in their soft voices, nod their heads, and turn back towards me.
"I can go on Yoji and Schu's team, and Nagi can go on Ran and Ken's team." Omi informs me. I smile gratefully at the two boys.
"Alright, then. What you need to do, is sit down and hold hands. Each team will face each other. The leader will sit here," I point to one end of the two lines the teams made. "And hold -your-" I point to Omi and Nagi who are facing each other. "Hands."
Everybody gets into position without -too- much trouble, and finally, the game is ready to be played. I sit down on the carpet behind the group of children, placing Aya gently in my lap. She giggles and laughs for no particular reason.
"When I say go, the leader will squeeze both of Omi and Nagi's hands at the same time. They, in turn, will squeeze their partner's hands," I gesture to Yoji and Ken. "And then they will squeeze their other partner's hands," I gesture to Schuldich and Ran. "Once either Schuldich or Ran feel their hand being squeezed, they have to jump up, and run to touch that wall." I point towards the wall a small distance away from the group. "Whoever touches the wall first, their team wins."
"What do we get if we win?" Schuldich asks. Inwardly, I roll my eyes. Kids these day...
"You will get the privilege of telling everyone that you won." I reply. He looks at me in disgust.
"What does prif... privi... What does that word mean?" Ken asks, looking at me with his round eyes.
"Privilege means 'to be able' or 'allowed to'." I tell him.
"Oh... Okay!" he says, smiling cheerfully.
"Okay, is everyone ready to start?" I see everyone nod their heads. "Then, close your eyes and don't open them until the game is over."
I silently nudge for Farfarello to begin, and he does.
The room is very quiet, as I wait for the game to finish. Then suddenly...
"Ouch! Don't squeeze so hard!"
"Sorry, Yoji!" Omi says, sheepishly.
"Hey! Your eyes are open!"
"How would -you- know? Your eyes are suppose ta be closed, too!"
"I haven't felt anyone squeeze my hand, yet!"
"Run, Schu! Run!"
I see Schuldich jump off the ground, run towards the wall, and nearly slam into it.
"We won, we won, we won!"
"Yeah!"
The trio jump up and down in victory, cheering and laughing.
"Ma'x... I didn't feel Far'ello squeeze my hand..." Nagi informs me in a very quiet voice.
I look at him questioningly, then turn my head towards Farfarello, who is sitting on the carpet, grinning from ear to ear. I groan when I realize what must have happened.
"Farfarello!" I tell him sternly. "Why didn't you squeeze Nagi's hand? You're suppose to squeeze -both- of their hands at the same time!"
Farfarello looks up at me with his one visible eye.
"Farfarello..." I say, sternly. Jeez, I guess the kid isn't as sweet as I thought.
He blinks at me. Hey... The kid's kind of freaky... "I wanted 'em to win." he stated, matter-of-factly.
I close my eyes and look at my watch. 3:42. Birman. Is. Late.
As if on cue, I hear a loud banging on the door, and I gently push Aya off my lap, and sprint towards the front door. Slamming it open, I reveal a young seventeen-year-old girl with short, dark brown hair and dark eyes. Behind her is a geeky-looking boy with big glasses.
"Birman is -here-!" she declares, brightly.
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes:
[1] This game was played at my friend's little sister's birthday party. There was no name for it then, so I just decided to make one up... Okay, so "The Chain" isn't the best name, but it makes sense! 'Cuz everyone's holding each other's hands, making a chain of squeezes... *sees everyone looking skeptical* Don't look at me like that!
Did this chapter seem shorter to you? I don't know... I think I've been skipping lines too many times... Anyways... Birman and the geeky-looking kid's gonna be in the next chapter!
Sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. I'm too lazy to read it over more than once, so yeah... Bare with me for a while, okay?
Please review/comment! Does this story suck? Should I throw it away into a bottomless pit and rid the world of such a stupid fanfic?
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.
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.
***
'Thank You's: Again, thank you to all those who took the time to review my fic! I really appreciate it! So, here's another list of people I give my thanks to:
Kimiki (hanktay ouyay), L-chan, koneko maxwell, LittleIsa, The Shattered Angel, Jin (I'm still waiting for your next "Abyssinan" chapter!), fei (I agree! KenKen is just the best! *cuddles Chibi-KenKen*), Unico, Sailor Nova (seven kids must've been terrible!), Jo, Yami No Tenshi, an Anonymous, and Kato-chan!
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The Baby-Sitter:
Chapter Three:
"Ma'x! Aya won't stop playin' with my hair!"
"Ma'x... That new boy won't stop starin' a' me..."
"Ma'x, I can't find my book."
"Ma'x! Schu won't stop touchin' my la'top!"
I growl in fustration, as I'm bombarded with complaints and whines. Don't lose it now, Manx... Just another half-an-hour and Birman will come and help you. When she gets here, she can help out with the kids. Unfortunately, -a lot- can happen in thirty minutes when you have eight kids under one roof. I take a look at my watch again. Have you ever noticed that time seems to stop at the -worst- times?
"Hey Ran! Lookit what I found!" Ken came running into the living room, holding my soccer ball in his small hands. Whoever told him to rummage through the closet is beyond me. He held it high in the air, to show it off. "Now we can play!"
"Okay." Ran replies, quietly, walking towards him.
Okay? No, not okay. "Sorry, Ken. But you're not allowed to play soccer indoors." I tell him, or rather, -reminded- him for the nth time.
Pursing his bottom lip, Ken nods and puts the ball down. Ran stands in front of him, takes his hand, and leads him away.
"That's okay, Ken. You can help me find my book." he suggests.
Brightening up, Ken nods his head, vigorously. Now isn't this scene the sweetest thing you've ever seen?
I walk away from the two, and bend down to retrieve Aya from the floor. I carefully pry her fingers away from Yoji's dark curls, and lift her up, placing her on my right hip while my right arm is supporting her tiny back. Turning towards the other kids, I start rattling off a small list of orders.
"Farfarello, please stop staring at Nagi. Ran, I don't know where your book is, why don't you look under the couch? Schuldich, stop touching Omi's laptop, if he doesn't want you to." I see Schuldich pout and cross his arms, glaring daggers at the smiling blonde.
"It's not that cool, anyway." he declares with a huff.
"It is to! I's got a whole bunch o' stuff! Right Nagi?"
Nagi nods his head, not daring enough to speak in the presence of a bully.
"We still can't find it, Ma'x." I feel a slight tug on my jeans, and look down to see violet eyes peering up at me.
I sigh. "Has anyone seen Ran's book?"
No one speaks up.
Aya is moving frantically in my arms, trying to look at the people behind her. Suddenly, she screams, "Ice cream!"
My eyes widen, and I hear loud cheering from everyone else.
"Yeah! Ice cream!"
"Can I have choc'late?"
"I want strawberry!"
"Can I have mine in a cone?"
"Can I have a sundae? Like the ones in 'McDonald's'?"
I feel my eye twitching a few times. I take a deep breath for what seems like the ten millionth time, and slowly face my young charges.
"I don't think I have enough ice cream for -all- of you." I say to them. I hear a chorus of groans and whines.
"Tha's okay, we can go to 'Baskin Robbins'!" Ken declares. Another chorus of cheers, followed by a silent sob for my wallet.
"I've got another idea. Why don't we sit here and wait for my friend, Birman, to arrive? When she comes, we can all ask -her- if we could have ice cream."
"Birman's comin'? When?" Yoji asks, eagerly.
"Uh... Soon. She says she'll come over only if you kids are good." I tell them. Will the kids take the bait? I'm getting desperate here!
"Really? Nagi, we gotta be good, 'kay? Las' time Birm'n came t'my house, she let me play this really cool computer game!"
"Whoa..." Nagi looks at him, in awe.
"Wait a minute!" Schuldich speaks up. He turns towards me, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "If Birman's comin' already, how does she know if we've been good or bad? By the time she finds out, she'll already be here!"
Damn. Smart kid.
"Well..." Come on, Manx! Think of something! "Uh... Birman, has special... Abilities..."
"Special -abilities-?" Schuldich asks, looking at me skeptically.
"Yes." I continue to tell him; do I sound convincing to you? "Birman has the special -ability- to... See what other people are doing, even when she's not there!" Hey! I -told- you I was getting -desperate-!
"Really?"
"That's so cool!"
"I wanna do that, too!"
"I've always wanted to move things around without touchin' 'em..."
"That'd be so cool, Nagi!"
"It'd be even cooler if I could read people's minds!"
"I wish I couldn't feel pain... 'Cuz then I'd be able ta cut myself without feelin' it."
Everyone looks at Farfarello, and back away slowly. I make a note of putting away all the sharp appliances in the kitchen.
An idea suddenly pops into my head, and I turn back to the group. "I have a suggestion! Why don't we play a game?"
"A -game-?" Yoji asks me. "What -kind- of game?"
"A -fun- game." I reassure him. "It's called 'The Chain'." [1]
"'The -Chain-'?" Schuldich repeats, incredulously. "Sounds stupid to me."
"Well, it may not seem -stupid- to everyone else." I retort. Jeez, I wonder if Birman's ever baby-sat this kid before. How could she put up with him? How could his -parents- put up with him?
"How do ya play it?" Omi asks, curiously.
"Well, everyone needs to split up into two different groups." I instruct.
"There's an odd number." Ran states, excluding his baby sister from anything that may harm her.
"That's alright. Who wants to be the leader?"
"Oh, I do!"
"No! I wanna!"
"Me, me!"
"Quiet!" I seem to be saying that a lot, lately, haven't I?
"May I, please, be the leader, Ma'x?" Farfarello asks, sauntering up towards me.
I smile at him. "Yes, you may." Aw, how sweet! I guess under that wild complexion, he is a very polite boy.
I start to separate the kids into two groups of three. Even with -this- task I had a bit of a problem. When I tried to separate Ran and Ken, Ran would stare me down even when I'm several feet taller than him. When I tried to separate Omi and Nagi, they would give me those sad puppy-dog eyes. When I tried to separate Yoji and Schuldich, Schuldich would growl at me. It was time for me to growl in fustration.
"Alright," I declare. "I -need- for everyone to cooperate with me to play this game!"
I see Omi and Nagi huddle together, hear them whisper in their soft voices, nod their heads, and turn back towards me.
"I can go on Yoji and Schu's team, and Nagi can go on Ran and Ken's team." Omi informs me. I smile gratefully at the two boys.
"Alright, then. What you need to do, is sit down and hold hands. Each team will face each other. The leader will sit here," I point to one end of the two lines the teams made. "And hold -your-" I point to Omi and Nagi who are facing each other. "Hands."
Everybody gets into position without -too- much trouble, and finally, the game is ready to be played. I sit down on the carpet behind the group of children, placing Aya gently in my lap. She giggles and laughs for no particular reason.
"When I say go, the leader will squeeze both of Omi and Nagi's hands at the same time. They, in turn, will squeeze their partner's hands," I gesture to Yoji and Ken. "And then they will squeeze their other partner's hands," I gesture to Schuldich and Ran. "Once either Schuldich or Ran feel their hand being squeezed, they have to jump up, and run to touch that wall." I point towards the wall a small distance away from the group. "Whoever touches the wall first, their team wins."
"What do we get if we win?" Schuldich asks. Inwardly, I roll my eyes. Kids these day...
"You will get the privilege of telling everyone that you won." I reply. He looks at me in disgust.
"What does prif... privi... What does that word mean?" Ken asks, looking at me with his round eyes.
"Privilege means 'to be able' or 'allowed to'." I tell him.
"Oh... Okay!" he says, smiling cheerfully.
"Okay, is everyone ready to start?" I see everyone nod their heads. "Then, close your eyes and don't open them until the game is over."
I silently nudge for Farfarello to begin, and he does.
The room is very quiet, as I wait for the game to finish. Then suddenly...
"Ouch! Don't squeeze so hard!"
"Sorry, Yoji!" Omi says, sheepishly.
"Hey! Your eyes are open!"
"How would -you- know? Your eyes are suppose ta be closed, too!"
"I haven't felt anyone squeeze my hand, yet!"
"Run, Schu! Run!"
I see Schuldich jump off the ground, run towards the wall, and nearly slam into it.
"We won, we won, we won!"
"Yeah!"
The trio jump up and down in victory, cheering and laughing.
"Ma'x... I didn't feel Far'ello squeeze my hand..." Nagi informs me in a very quiet voice.
I look at him questioningly, then turn my head towards Farfarello, who is sitting on the carpet, grinning from ear to ear. I groan when I realize what must have happened.
"Farfarello!" I tell him sternly. "Why didn't you squeeze Nagi's hand? You're suppose to squeeze -both- of their hands at the same time!"
Farfarello looks up at me with his one visible eye.
"Farfarello..." I say, sternly. Jeez, I guess the kid isn't as sweet as I thought.
He blinks at me. Hey... The kid's kind of freaky... "I wanted 'em to win." he stated, matter-of-factly.
I close my eyes and look at my watch. 3:42. Birman. Is. Late.
As if on cue, I hear a loud banging on the door, and I gently push Aya off my lap, and sprint towards the front door. Slamming it open, I reveal a young seventeen-year-old girl with short, dark brown hair and dark eyes. Behind her is a geeky-looking boy with big glasses.
"Birman is -here-!" she declares, brightly.
... To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes:
[1] This game was played at my friend's little sister's birthday party. There was no name for it then, so I just decided to make one up... Okay, so "The Chain" isn't the best name, but it makes sense! 'Cuz everyone's holding each other's hands, making a chain of squeezes... *sees everyone looking skeptical* Don't look at me like that!
Did this chapter seem shorter to you? I don't know... I think I've been skipping lines too many times... Anyways... Birman and the geeky-looking kid's gonna be in the next chapter!
Sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. I'm too lazy to read it over more than once, so yeah... Bare with me for a while, okay?
Please review/comment! Does this story suck? Should I throw it away into a bottomless pit and rid the world of such a stupid fanfic?