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Chapter 3

I woke up to my alarm blasting something Vocaloid related. I was up at multiple times that night because I kept imagining everything that could go wrong while I was at school.

The thing that scared me the most was the fact my Grandmother would be over at the house for six full hours while I was at school, and it would be just her and my units.

I really didn't want my Grandma to be shot by Switzerland.

So when the alarm went off at six o'clock that morning, I felt dead. Beyond dead, even. I was a zombie that just kept coming back.

I hastily picked up dark jeans and a blue T-shirt. I didn't bother with any accessories or even snuggling in the covers as I usually did when my Mom was home, or even when my Grandma lived with us.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaake up!" I picked up a spoon and the pan I'd used the previous day to make grilled cheese and banged them together.

It reminded me of camp, how everybody slowly creaked out of bed and realized their extreme hatred of me. But they were just going to suffer.

I could hear movement from the room closest to me downstairs, Vash's, but he hadn't come out yet, even to yell at me. Obviously, he'd realized I was definitely not Lili Zwingli.

I walked closer to his door and banged the spoon harder against the pan. "Move your ass! Let's go~!" I felt like I had a death wish for banging pans together at six in the morning, but I could care less.

The door whisked open and I was popped on the head by a rifle. Not hard, per say, if I were an elephant.

I hit the ground and the pan and spoon fell immediately after. I was rubbing my head furiously, waiting for the huge bump that would appear.

"I'm up."

Well, obviously. He was still dressed in his frilly pajamas, meaning he was obviously desperate enough to shut me up that he didn't mind showing off his feminine side. Not that I minded, he looked good.

My first sentence following the smack-down sounded something along the lines of "Blarghjacksdlghderpin."

Vash balanced the gun back on his shoulder and looked down at me condescendingly while I attempted to collect my words again. I finally found them.

"Get in the basement." I hugged the wall and stood up to face him more directly, but he just continued staring.

"Why would I leave the comfort of my room for your damn basement?" I rubbed my head and glanced at the open basement door next to me.

"Simple. This.." I gestured to all around me and stepped closer to the taller Swiss man, who I could tell wasn't liking my closer company.

"Is..." I turned to the basement stairs, smiling.

"MY HOUSE!" I swept my foot under his and pushed as hard as possible. He wasn't that heavy, thankfully, and years of Taekwondo had built my strength up even more. He plummeted, his neck hitting the metal step before he reached the thin carpeted-wood stairs and rolled down. I slammed the door.

One down, one to go. I hoped the commotion down here, namely the door slamming, had woken up Alfred. He was upstairs and slept like a hibernating bear, though, unfortunately. I locked the door the instant I heard very angry German, probably cursing, coming from the basement and rushed to the stairs.

I almost had a heart attack the minute I reached the top step because someone actually came out of the shadows and shoved me. I screamed like I was about to be murdered and covered my eyes, balling up into the corner. Then I heard it.

The laughter.

"Black Belt my ass!" He slapped his knee and leaned against the door frame, laughing. I opened one of my eyes and felt rage suddenly shooting through everyone of my veins. I unpacked him, woke him up, got his little buddy activated, fed him, bathed him, and I offered him a place to stay. It's six in the morning, I was just brutally assaulted by a rifle, and now I'm being laughed at by a boy and his alien.

I was up in an instant, stomping at him. Before he had time to react I tugged sharply on his loose tie, which immediately tightened it around his neck. "Listen up, I'M the boss around here. You listen to me right now, Alfred. The next time you try and scare me,or even cross me for that matter, I will heave your hunk-of-junk ass out that window," I pointed to my brother's small window. It would be painful to even squeeze through it, let alone fall.

"Got it?" He stared at me and his face fell. "...Hunk of junk?" I wasn't sure whether he was genuinely upset or if it was just an act. I did feel kind of bad all of a sudden. Maybe when I got home we could all go to McDonalds. Switzerland could put on his big girl panties and deal with it.

I hoped.

"Downstairs." I pointed at the floor and Alfred simply sighed and shoved past me. "Bitch." Tony noted, following him, I sighed and walked into my Mom's room looking for some of my Father's old things – movies, video games, anything to keep them occupied down in the basement for six hours. I picked up some of his old war games for the Playstation2 and a few movies.

I got into the basement without Vash trying to kill me. He was polishing his guns in a chair in the far reach of the basement, glaring at me hatefully. "Here." I presented the stack of movies and games to Alfred, who immediately perked up.

"Sweet! These are kinda old, but whatever. Classics." He grinned and looked down at me. "What's this for? Special occasion?" I stepped onto the first stair while still facing the basement. "School. I'll be back in six hours. Don't kill each other." I glared at Vash. "Alfred, share your games with Vash. I'm sure he'd be happy to blow the brains out of anybody." Preferably me, I added mentally. I was definitely pissing him off, but if that's what it took to teach discipline, I'd rather have them fear and hate me then love me. Although, a loving harem of men would be nice.

"What about food!" I almost got chased up that stairs because of Alfred's burning desire to know the answer. "There's cat food in those cupboards and in these bowls. There's water in this dish." I pointed to all the areas where cat food was stored. "Don't eat my cats. And come on, dude, it's six hours. You'll survive."

"No I won't..." He groaned. "Yes, you will. See you at three-thirty!" I chimed, running up the rest of the stairs. I slammed and locked the door,smiling to myself. Only a few more things to do.

It was seven o'clock when I'd finished putting the two units down in the basement. I fed the dogs and let them out of their room to seem inconspicuous. I made the bed and stuck the boxes in a closet. I grabbed an apple and waited on the becnh outside for my Grandma to come take me to school.

It was the longest day of my entire life, maybe. I couldn't tell anybody what had happened, so I lied about everything. I felt dirty, but if I told people about my units, they would want them. I wanted to be the one with the cool gadgets for once. So I kept them a secret.

When I arrived home my Grandma left a note on the door that she had to help my aunt with my cousins, my very young cousins, and that she cleaned up a bit and made burgers. I opened the door and breathed in the nice warm air.

"Honeys, I'm home~!"

I cheered, kicking off my boots and grabbing the plate of warm burgers off the counter. I opened the basement door and allowed the dogs to sniff the new smells coming from the basement, even though neither would actually go down their. The cats ran up from the underground, and I stepped into the two unit's plains of sight. It was then I met with the warmest greeting of a lifetime.

"I'm not your honey, hündin." Vash snorted and turned back to the game I'd given them so long ago. Alfred was asleep on the couch, and God knew where Tony was. In a dumpster, hopefully.

"It's good to be home." I sighed.

AN:

Ohai.

Quick translation.

Hündin = Bitch

Short chapter is short.

I'm tired.

Next chapter will bring a new unit~

Who will it be?