Author's Note: Where we last left our little hero, he has regressed to his days as a toddler and is now dependent on his brother Kotaro. Will Kotaro manage to keep little Jiro under control? Or will Jiro's mind as a toddler prove too much for the boy to handle.
Kotaro returned a few minutes later with some strawberries, hoping this might keep his brother occupied while he called their sister. Kotaro noticed how Jiro was currently alseep and unaware of the wet stain underneath him. Kotaro set down the bowl of berries before gently nudging his brother. Jiro awakened almost immediately, looking at Kotaro for a few seconds before beaming brightly.
"Tawo!" Jiro cheered before hugging his confused brother tightly. The former Old-Blood was as good as gone mentally, save for his memories and a frightening awareness of what was going on around him.
"Brother its bathtime okay?" Kotaro asked, unsure of what to do really. He had no clue if Jiro could handle being bathed in his current condition and he also had no idea how to tell him he had an accident while sleeping.
"Kay Tawo! Jiro get ducky to pway wif!" Jiro responded before jumping off of the couch and scurrying off to his room. He tripped a few times but got back up as giggly as before.
Jiro entered his room and started searching for the rubber duck he expected to be hiding in there. He noticed the mirror and toddled up to it, staring at his reflection. His adult mind took back over, realizing what was going on and why he was getting bathed.
'D-damn it. Why couldn't I control myself? This was so easy before. Why is it so hard now?' Jiro thought before snapping back into his toddler mind again. He picked up a rubber ball he found and carried it out of the room with him, completely unaware of what had happened in his head.
Kotaro undressed Jiro, which was hard considering he moved alot and was very ticklish, and picked him up. Jiro was set down in the bubbly water with his ball. Jiro marveled at all of the suds and giggled as he tossed a pile of bubbles into the air.
"Bubbles!" Jiro squealed as he watched the bubbles fly in the air and land on his brother's mop of blonde hair. "Tawo look silly!" Kotaro smiled at him, the urge to get back at Jiro for all the years of being so strict and the harsh punishments he was dealt was there, but he decided to be the bigger man (literally and metaphorically).
"Okay Brother let's get you washed up," Kotaro sighed before using a soapy washcloth to clean the giddy toddler. Jiro stared down at a clear section of water, his adult mind battling for dominance and winning for a moment until he was rinsed off. That's when his mind snapped back into his adult one, for now at least.
"Tawo? Why's every thing so big?" Jiro asked, looking up at him with those eyes Kotaro knew so well.
"You got smaller Brother! I'm so sorry! I just don't know what to do!" Kotaro cried before tears started to bead up in the corners of his aqua eyes. Jiro stood and wiped the tears away the best he could, smiling in a reassuring way.
"Don't cry. Jiwo not mad. Tawo did best Tawo could," Jiro replied, looking visibly upset by his somewhat incoherent statement. Kotaro wiped away the remaining tears and pulled Jiro out of the tub after retrieving a fluffy towel. As he dried Jiro off he noticed how small he truly was. His once older brother now struggled to stay still, all of that pent up energy made him antsy and jittery.
"Brother, do you want to play a game after you're dressed?" Kotaro inquired, deciding not to use that babyish tone now that Jiro was in his normal mind again.
"'Kay, but no funny stuff. Jiwo embarrassed enough as is," he answered, that blush from when Kotaro took him out of the bathtub still present. Jiro was used to being the one doing the washing not the other way around. The last time he actually got bathed by a blood relative was ninety-seven years ago when his mother was still alive. Hot tears stung Jiro's eyes and he sniffled as he tried to scrub them away. He was wrapped up in the towel and cradled to Kotaro's chest, the scent of vanilla soothing his worries away.
When Bluefire arrived after a rather stressful day at art class the last thing she was expecting was her older brother to be a toddler. Before her very eyes was Jiro in his tiny three year old form, playing some sort of pretend game with Kotaro. She tip-toed past the occupied boys and decided to start cooking something for the three of them to eat. Mimiko was working late today, leaving the three Mochizuki siblings to fend for themselves. Ordinarily in situations like this Jiro was the one who made dinner while Bluefire kept Kotaro busy.
'Aw, they're so cute. I never thought I'd see the day when Jiro-nii-san and Kotaro-kun play a pretend game together,' Bluefire thought as she sighed and decided to make some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner. Not really the best thing for dinner, but Bluefire thought it was easy enough to prepare quickly and keep her brothers from going hungry.
"Brother, when is Sister supposed to come home from class?" Kotaro asked as he and Jiro decided to take a break from playing. Jiro was out of breath, panting heavily as he rested against the side of the couch.
"W-well, she was esposed to be home by now. Jiwo worried bout Bwuefire Tawo!" Jiro replied, tears starting to bead up in his large gray eyes. Before Kotaro could comfort him Jiro started crying, his little cries sounding very pathetic and heart breaking. Jiro was quickly scooped up by a pair of gentle hands, causing him to look up at his savior.
"Aw, don't cry my little Jiro. Everything's okay," a gentle voice cooed.
"M-momma?" Jiro croaked.
Author's Note: Woo~ I like little Jiro. I know you guys like him too. Review and maybe you'll get some more cutesy moments from the little heartbreaker.~Bff#3