Yeah, this here is what you call 'random'. Have fun.

Hiyami: yeah, I think minigamis is one of my better ideas. Yeah for the random TaTari moments! And I think anyone would cuss if they were angry enough. Lord knows I do…extensively…at odd moments…no I don't have tourrats (I have no idea how to spell that, dammit.).

Laustic: Thank you for sending the updated review PM. I'm glad you liked it, you did inspire it XD I agree, the idea of the wishes is very lovely. But this time Neina is the one that gets to cuddle Hisoka!

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(This idea is half brought to you by Hiyami. It was her idea to do the baking part, I just added the last half cause…I wanted too, but I never knew how to start it.)

"Okay, that's right, just like that," Neina encouraged. "Just try to get as much air out of it as possible." Hisoka nodded and grunted a little as he slammed the dough down again. It would've been easier if his hands were larger but he was making do.

He sighed and wiped at his forhead, grimacing when he realized he probably left a huge streak of flour across it. Neina chuckled and wiped it away with the edge of her apron. Then she reached one ivory hand out to prod the mound of dough critically.

"I think it's ready." The blonde woman carefully pulled the dough apart into two identical molds. She then rolled them until they were long thick ropes on the pan. "Okay, and now we braid the strands together. Like braiding hair." She paused and laughed. "Although I suppose I have more experience at that than you." He watched as she wove the strands together. One over the other, then under, then over in a long line of twists. She stopped about three quarters of the way down and stood to the side. "You try."

"Okay," he said, though he was a little uncertain. Baking was a new lesson for him. He did his best to imitate the way her hands had move even though they were still considerably smaller at the moment. When he came to the end Neina looked over him even on the stepping stool and smiled.

"Perfect."

He frowned in return. "Mine's lumpier than your part."

She laughed again. "Hisoka, we were going for technique not art. We're eating this tonight, remember?" His frown lifted and he nodded. After tonight there would be no evidence that it had ended up so lumpy. Picking up the pan she slid it into the waiting oven and set the timer.

"Now then. I think while that's baking we have enough time to start a cake for dessert." Hisoka's head perked at that and she smirked. "Ah, I see that got your attention. Was that what you were hoping to learn today?"

He flushed and turned his head away. "N-no. I just figured I should learn to make something other than miso soup and fried rice." This has nothing to do with wanting to learn how to bake a cake for…someone.

"Uh huh. Okay then, what kind of cake should we make tonight?"

"Chocolate." She paused in opening the pantry and eyed him. "It, uh, sounds good?"

"Oh yes, it does," she admitted and opened the door. "And I'm sure that a certain purple-eyed man turned little boy absolutely loving chocolate cake has nothing to do with it."

"Then you'd be right. Because it doesn't." He replied coolly. Although his face still felt a little warm.

"Okay, chocolate…we need milk, white sugar, a couple of eggs, sour cream, baking soda, cake flour and butter. Oh, and of course chocolate."

She continued gathering supplies until it was all laid out on the counter where the bread ingredients had been before. "This looks complicated…" Hisoka said.

"It's not really. And luckily it bakes at the same temp as the bread so we can just pop it right in afterwards. Now then, first the chocolate." She picked up a small sauce pan and set it over the stove. Pouring in milk she began adding the chocolate bits and mixing them together. "We mix this until it starts to look like a custard. Now, while I do this, mix the butter and sugar into a cream." Hisoka nodded and began to mix them together. "Now add the eggs and sour cream." They continued until every thing was in the same bowl waiting to be mixed.

"We'll use the mixer since the bread's almost done anyway. Just make sure when you're using things like this you—" A chiming bell could be heard around the house, loud and insistent. "Huh? Someone's at the door? Probably another solicitor. Don't do anything till I get back."

Hisoka sat down on the top step of the stool to wait.

"What're you doing?" He jumped a little and looked over at the hall way entrance to the kitchen to see the other three minigami's coming in. "You just sitting here?" Watari asked.

"No, I was helping Neina with stuff for dinner."

Tsuzuki was sniffing the air like a dog before he smiled. "I smell chocolate!" He followed his nose over to the counter and, being taller than Hisoka, managed to hoist himself up and sit next to the mixer. He grinned but before his hand ever reached the bowl it was smacked with a wooden spoon. "Ouch! Hey!"

"Don't. It's for dinner," his partner said sternly. "Besides that it's not even mixed yet."

They all jumped when the timer on the stove began buzzing. "Uh oh, is something gonna burn?" Watari asked.

Hisoka jumped up, a bit in a panic, and tried to reach the oven mitt on the counter. He was stalled when Tatsumi, also being taller, reached over him and took it. Putting the mitt on, he opened the oven and carefully took out the pan of bread.

"Thank you, Tatsumi."

"Not a problem. The bread looks good." He admired the braided twist before reaching up and sliding it on top of the stove to cool. Hisoka turned back to his stool in relief that nothing had burned to catch Tsuzuki dipping a finger into the bowl of cake mix.

"Tsuzuki!! I told you not to do that! Baka ne!!" Tsuzuki flinched in his admonishment and his sprouted puppy ears drooped. "It's not even mixed yet, it can't taste good."

Tsuzuki perked a little. "Well then, we'll just mix it." He reached over and switched on the mixer so that the egg beaters began turning in the air.

"Ah! Tsuzuki, wait!" Tatsumi began. But it was too late. Tsuzuki had pushed the beaters in and immediately yelled in surprise as ribbons of batter began flying up from the bowl in all directions. Some ended up on the cabinets, on the counters and other things that had happened to be lying about. But most of it seemed to be targeting the four boys with military accuracy until they were covered in a creamy chocolate mix.

"Turn it off, turn it off!!" The three innocent victims yelled as Tsuzuki fumbled for the switch. He finally got it but the damage even only a few seconds caused was quite something. Watari and Tatsumi were wiping the mix off their glasses and glaring up at him. Hisoka however had the scariest glare of all and was attempting to get it off his face. He only succeeded in smearing it all over him.

"Oops…"

"Oops my ass!!" Hisoka yelled.

The door, also dripping in batter, opened then and Hokuto stepped in. "What's all the yelling fo—HOLY CRAP!!" He gaped at them and the kitchen in disbelief.

"Chocolate, actually," Watari said and licked his finger.

"I-wha-how?...Neina can't see this."

"I can't see what?"

The door was quickly pulled shut and the boys knew that she must've come back from the front door right up behind her husband. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing is wrong with the kitchen."

"You're dad's real smooth," Watari muttered to Hisoka.

"Okay…" they could still hear her. "That's nice, but I do need to get in there, Hokuto. I need to take the bread out of the oven, it must be nearly burnt!"

"I took it out, Neina-san," Tatsumi called.

"Oh good, thank you Tatsumi. Tatsumi? What're doing in the kitchen, I though you and the others were playing outside with…" There was a slight pause in which all the men folk tensed. "Hokuto, why are you standing in front of the door like it will fall if you don't?" she asked suspiciously.

There was the sound of him laughing. "Oh, it's nothing like that, my lovely, I just…uh…No, wait, don't go in—"

The door swung back in and the boys all winced at the look on her face. It was a mixture of confusion, disbelief, incredulous horror and…maybe a touch of amusement, very, very deep down. "My…my kitchen!!"

"Tsuzuki did it," the other three boys said at once and pointed up at the boy still seated on the counter.

"It was an accident, I swear!" He winced when she turned her gaze to him, eye ticking just a little.

"I might've known…" Neina craned her neck back to her husband, shaking just a little. "Weren't you supposed to be watching them while Hisoka and I worked?"

"I had to go to the bathroom! I didn't think they'd run off to the kitchen this early!"

She breathed in deeply through her nose and threaded one of her hands through her banes. Opening one of her eyes she laughed just a little. "There's chocolate on the ceiling. Oy, this is going to be a bitch to clean."

"We'll help!" the boys all said at once. Tsuzuki almost ran out of the kitchen dripping in chocolate batter to the closet where he remembered the cleaning supplies were. Almost because Neina quickly stopped him.

"I'll get stuff to clean with, drippy, you five start washing with the rags in the drawer." She sighed and shook her head as she walked back out into the hall. "There goes dessert."

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The cleaning had gone by quickly with all of them helping. Often they had to clean one place more than once as the boys chocolate coating had a tendency to drip or rub off until it had finally dried into a sort of mud-like crust. They ate as they cleaned, taking a break and sitting on the tiled floor to pick at the roast chicken Neina had made and break apart the braided bread. Said bread had not escaped the chocolate deluge unscathed but surprising the uncooked chocolate batter over it was quite tasty. Tsuzuki had actually rubbed one of his hunks across his forearm in an attempt to pick up more, much to the chagrin and amusement of his housemates.

When they had finally finished de-chocolatizing the kitchen Neina took one look at them and chuckled. "Well, I guess that just leaves you four. I think you all need a bath. And I think we'll use our tub," she added to her husband.

"Yeah, that should get all of them clean at once." The four boys had no time to comment and no warning before the two of them bent down and scooped them up into their arms.

"Hey! We can still walk!" Hisoka yelled.

"Yeah, but I'm not going to clean my carpet of chocolate if you get any on it, so shut it and deal." The blonde and his fellow persnickety blue-eyed boy grumbled at the indignity of being carried thus but quieted as Hokuto kicked open the door. They gaped at the inside of their host's.

Oh, it was a normal bathroom. Sinks, faucets, tile, a shower stall and a bath all done in shades of white and blue. What wasn't normal was the size of the tub. It was about the size of a Jacuzzi.

"It's huge!" Tsuzuki exclaimed as they were set down on the tile. "This looks big enough for two people to stretch out completely!" That caused them all to pause and look up at the two grown ups. Neina was blushing with a strained look on her face but Hokuto grinned.

"I plead the fifth," he said humorously. "Any way, it's also big enough for you four to bathe in all together. So get ready." He turned on the water and began adjusting the temperature. He looked up when no one moved and frowned. "That means strip."

The boys looked up at Neina expectantly. "What?"

"Could you leave, Neina-san?" Tatsumi asked respectably.

"Yeah, you're a girl."

Neina's eyebrow twitched and it looked like she was about to say something before shaking her head and closing the door behind her.

The older boys looked at one another and shrugged before pulling off their unsalvageable shirts. Hisoka however blushed and fisted his hands in the front.

"What's wrong, bon?" Watari asked as he pulled the tie from his hair.

"Uh, n-nothing. I just, um…" It was when all three boys reached for the clasps of their pants that he quickly moved out the door and shut it. No. Hell NO. I am not taking a bath with those three. It was just like the time at the hot springs. He did not need Watari gushing over how cute he was, how babyish, how small he was. And Tsuzuki…His face, which had finally started to cool, flamed even brighter than before and he clutched his head in mortification. Bad enough if he EVER saw me naked as I really am, but now?! In this body?! HELL NO!

"Is something wrong?" He looked up to see his mother regarding him in confusion, a book open on her lap. He folded his lips inward and quickly tried to think up an excuse. "There's another bathroom down stairs if you'd prefer bathing alone."

He blinked and looked up again. She wasn't looking at him pityingly and her tone was mocking. "…Yes." She smiled as she closed the book and stood gracefully to walk over to him.

"C'mon then. I don't really blame you, those two probably make the bathing experience…memorable." She paused suddenly before turning back towards the hall. "Hold on a second, I forgot something." He waited until she came back with her arms full of large fluffy towels. "I'm sure their going to need these." She knocked before going ahead and opening the door. "Hey guys, I brought you some more towels—"

"DON'T LOOK!!!"

Neina jumped at the loud exclamation. "Wha—"

"Don't look, Neina!!"

"Yeah, we're naked!!"

"Neina-san, we did not say you could come in!!"

"Okay, okay I just came to bring you towels! Don't bite my head off!" She quickly set the towels on the counter and closed the door, mostly to block out Hokuto's uncontrollable laughing at her now flushed face. "Gods, you'd think I'd never seen a naked man before! Or that I have a son." Still grumbling at being yelled at, she knelt down and scooped her son up.

"Do I still have to be carried?" he muttered crossly.

"Are you still covered in chocolate?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, you have to be carried." Besides that, I'll take any excuse I can.

She was a little disappointed when they arrived at the guest bathroom. It was smaller than the other but the bath was divided off from the rest of it by another wall and a door. She set him down on the tile to run the water. The other tub was not as big as the one in the master bathroom but it was more than big enough for one boy.

"Okay, off with your clothes." Hisoka looked up at her uncertainly. "What?"

"Could you…could you not look?"

Neina blinked before fixing him with a blunt look. "Hisoka, you're my son. I've seen you naked before, on more than one occasion."

He blushed. "Y-yeah, but I was a baby then! And I just…I…I can wash myself…"

She sighed, a little disappointed again, but padded across the tile to the outer bathroom where the sinks were. "I'll be right here if you need me."

He nodded even though she couldn't see and quickly stripped. Climbing into the tub, he turned off the water and proceeded to wash away the chocolate and various other grime that had collected on him. Upstairs he could hear splashing and the occasional outraged roar of the splashee. It sounded fun almost…

He sighed and gazed at his hands. I'm always so…awkward. Always the smallest. Always the one unsuited to being social or friendly. Why?! Why can't I just…just… He sighed and stood up in the tub. "I'm coming out," he warned. He stepped out onto the tile but paused when Neina walked in.

"I'm not looking, I just thought you'd like to towel off before changing into your bed clothes." Indeed she wasn't looking, her head was tilted straight up and her eyes were closed with her arms holding a towl wide open.

"Thanks." He took a step towards the towel but gasped as his foot slipped across the tile. He shut his eyes to brace for impact with the tile that would most likely leave a sizable lump on his head or maybe even knock him out. But it didn't come. Instead of hard tile he hit something soft, something that immediately wrapped around him and held him close. He opened his eyes to see that Neina had caught him just as he was falling, landing hard on her knees and then her hip, hard enough to bruise. But the way she held him told him that was her farthest concern. Her arms were clinging to him and her head was bent down next to his.

Pulling back she looked at him with worry. "Are you alright?"

He blinked, surprised by the heavy amount of concern being poured on him by one person, but nodded. "I'm okay."

"Good," she breathed. She smiled reassuringly when he asked if she was okay. Reaching up she began patting his hair with the ends of the towel to dry it.

"Hey, stop! I can do it myself!" She laughed and began rubbing the towel over his shoulders and sides. "Stop! Stop, that-that—!"

"You're ticklish!" she shouted in triumph. She continued to run the towel over him and laughed all the while. Hisoka squirmed to try and escape but soon found himself, to his mortification, giggling as the soft cloth ghosted over his flesh.

"Stop! Stop it! Mom, stop!" Neina did stop then, her mouth falling open at the slip of his lips. He looked at her, worried he'd said something wrong, but she smiled so warmly that he felt his heart skip. Leaning down she gave him a gentle kiss on his crown before rising.

Handing him his pajamas she turned her back and covered her eyes with her hands. "I'm not looking, go ahead and change."

He slipped into the night clothes and then walked over to tug at her pants leg. She smiled down at him before quickly picking him up and holding him close.

"I'm not covered in chocolate anymore," he pointed out.

"True, but let me enjoy you being small. When you're big again I won't be able to hold you like this." He flushed but didn't argue anymore.

Walking down the hall upstairs back to the bedrooms they were nearly bowled over as three eight year old boys, naked as the day they were born, came streaking down the hall.

"Watari, give us back our pants!" the lagging two yelled at the forerunner. Watari just laughed and continued running.

Neina and Hisoka both blinked after they'd sped by. "Well," Neina said, "so much for modesty."

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Neina sighed and flung herself down on the bed. "Good lord. You know, I think those boys can actually run faster with out their clothes slowing them down."

Hokuto laughed. "You know, we aren't exactly sparkling clean either."

Neina turned one lazy green eye to him but otherwise didn't move. "And what would you recommend?"

"I was thinking we should take a bath too."

"Together?"

"Well that is my favorite way to…get clean. And it will help you relax."

"Ah, but then when I'm nice and relaxed you'll take advantage of me and do something 'unclean'."

"That was the general plan, yes."

"Pervert."

"I'm not hearing a 'no'," he leered. Leaning down he kissed her deeply as he slipped his arms under her and carried her to the bathroom. "And if I remember correctly," he continued, "you're the one who bought that extra large tub as an 'anniversary present'."

Neina just grinned and pushed the door shut behind them.

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Hehehe…romantic perversion.

REVIEW and SUGGEST. As you can tell, I'm running out of ideas. (jennamarie, I'm using that one you sent me for later, you'll see.)