Clearly I suck at meeting deadlines or keeping to one project when it comes to writing lmao. Fell into the Overwatch fandom by mistake even though I don't play the game but yet I can't help but be invested in the characters (holy shit there's alot of angst). I have this one plot I really want to test out ahahahaha. Same goes for DAI. Aside from that I've been writing alot of angst. I like making my friends angry with me when I throw an angst head canon their way or an angst plot. :^)

On another different note, 2016 is the year where I noted alot of 'Dad' characters. Look at all the dad defense squad.

Disclaimer: Does not own KHR. Just the OC's.

Warning: Clearly someone has shit parenting skills. Who decided to put them in charge? Also probably feels in this chapter.


'Cause you're my light in the dark.

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When Piero and Sergio first came to Aria's mansion, they were ecstatic and practically vibrating on the spot once they were through the doors because they never had been in a mansion before especially as large and old as the one Aria is currently inhabiting.

Before their arrival, Aria had been meticulous with her instructions to the staff that were involved especially those who would be handling the food and drinks that would be provided for the guest, making sure that Piero and Sergio first impression towards them is something akin to wonder.

Akira had complained with her going over the top with preparations but she waved off his exasperation saying that the food are not only for the children, it was also for the adults –likely referring to Lucille and Richard. She had not bothered by the preparations, in fact she enjoyed it herself.

If Aria were to have children, she would make a wonderful mother which is likely but her suitors would have to go through her overprotective friends first and I can tell that Gamma and the others are probably going to pick up a bat or some big ass stick and start swinging at anyone who would try to flirt with her.

Piero and Sergio were awed once they arrived while Richard who had been placed as their guardian at the moment while Lucille went off to work that day and Richard had to clamp his hands down on their shoulders to stop them from rushing forward to greet me. While the two boys were in awe, Richard was overwhelm by Aria's men once they introduced each other.

I admit, Tazaru is an intimidating man and I won't blame Richard for his reaction.

Everyone is introduced aside from the staff. They had been sent away to prevent any disturbance, only appearing when requested.

Our first play date started off awkward to say the least. It's their first time at the mansion and having a number of people in the room watching them, they were obviously hesitant and shy under their scrutiny. Aria had to break the ice by joining in, coaxing the two boys to relax in their presence and ignore the intimidating men that stayed on the sidelines to entertain Richard.

Slowly Sergio and Piero grow accustomed to the mansion and the occupants that live there after a few more visits. Surprisingly Tazaru and Richard bond over tea during times when the former is not busy with work. Even though Piero and Sergio are my play mates, Aria's men were still around to babysit when they are available.

"Aria!" Akira groaned, his voice muffled by the fact he had buried his head into his crossed arms while the man slump himself over the table, being mindful not to tip over the dishes spread out before him, "You don't have to worry! This is the fifth time the boys visit and I doubt you have to worry about anything."

Aria sniffed as she rubbed my face clean of any milk left behind, "I don't care what you think," she said, "But these are children."

"….Your point?"

Aria pulled away and turned on her friend, she sat straight in her chair in a formal matter and interlaced her fingers together. Her hands hid her lips and over all she looked serious like a business boss dealing with a subordinate.

Dante snorted into his cup of coffee, trying his best to school his features so that he doesn't seem amuse with the situation but that failed when the corners of his lips curled upwards. He seemed amuse with Aria's current performance.

Luciano covered his mouth but it didn't bother to hide the soft giggle that left his lips.

Everyone else manage to keep their amusement hidden but the barest of smiles can be seen on their lips if one knew where to look.

"My point–"Aria began, "Is that they are cinnamon rolls."

Gamma choked on his food and needed Tazaru to dislodge the food stuck in his throat. Everyone aside from me, Tazaru and Alberto ignored the blond ("Did she use an internet meme?" "No. It's a fact. I have to admit the boys are cinnamon rolls." "Alberto, no. Just no." "Rude.") who can't decide whether he is just done with the situation or if he wants to flip a table in outrage. The face he's making is a cross of a fake sense of calm and being constipated.

Akira turned his head, finally looking at Aria with tired eyes. The poor man had been busy for the past few days and there are times where he works until three in the morning, slept for a few hours then wake up to down a jug of coffee before the cycle repeats. It rare to see him awake when Piero and Sergio visit. The boys have yet to interact with the man aside from the time they introduced to one another.

"What does this have to do with the excess cleaning? Or the toys?" he mentioned.

"I adore children, okay?"

She looked offended and frown at him before turning her attention back to me with a spoonful of mash bananas on it. I greedily ate it without hesitance, this is the closest thing that could be considered as food and I'm not the one to pass this opportunity. Aria hummed in delight.

Apparently Aria's answer is not enough to satisfy him seeing the unimpressed look on Akira's face but surprisingly Tazaru interjected, coming up to aid Aria.

"It's been years since I heard child laughter in these halls and I'm not referring to the ghost stories where people hear children laughing in the middle of the night– I meant that after Aria was born, seeing children run around the compound is a rarity." He mentioned before taking a bite of his breakfast without breaking his relaxed state.

A glazed look entered in his eyes as if he was looking at something that isn't there before he flickered his gaze flickered over to me. I stared back at him, probably looking ridiculous because he smirked as if amused by the banana mash covering my mouth.

"Shiro is the first baby I have seen in a long time." Tazaru said.

The others followed his line of sight seeing his smile, it you could consider it as a smile, and let out a short laugh once their eyes finally settled on me. I made a face at them.

They laughed harder aside from Akira, he smiled.

Aria wiped a tear from her eyes, "Yeah, it's been some time."

"The last baby was you Aria," Dante piped up, "Man, how the years change."

"Agreed." Alberto added,

"Putting all that aside, we have a few hours left. Do you think I should ask for cinnamon rolls for our guest?" she turned to Akira, "You know, for snacks."

"If the two kids start jumping off the walls then I have the rights to say 'I told you so' to your face."


"Good afternoon, Miss Aria!" Both Peiro and Sergio chorused together once the lady of the house greeted her guest at the door. The two boys are dress identically the same save for the fact that their color palettes are opposite to one another when compared. If it weren't for the slight differences between the two brothers, one can mistake them as twins at first glance.

Aria squealed once she noticed their attire and had to fan herself because at this point there were tears in her eyes. She had fun dressing me up earlier, laughing so hard that she had to forcibly remove herself from the room in order to regain her composure. To see the other 'cinnamon rolls' dressed nicely as I am, I'm not entirely surprise.

Amused but not surprised.

Gamma is at Aria's side in a heartbeat, a steady hand on her back. Tazaru took one step away from the teen all the while he keeping his professional image. Luciano didn't move from his spot like Gamma or Tazaru, only rolling his eyes at the two men before adjusting me in his grasp so that I could get a good view of our guest.

Richard stepped forward, ushering the boys inside and cast a concern look to Aria. "Is she alright?"

"She's fine," Luciano answered, as he moved aside with me in his arms. I grasped tightly at his suit and laid my head on his shoulder, watching as the blond signaled to the staff members standing at the entrance to close the door behind the small family and take their coats to be put away at a suitable place, "Aria had an early start for today."

"What does that mean?" Sergio whispered to his brother, quiet enough for only Piero to hear but I had paid special attention to the two boys so I caught on to their quiet conversation quickly. The adults remained oblivious.

"I think it means Miss Aria woke up early that's why she's like that." Piero whispered back, "Maybe it's an adult thing. Uncle Richard does the same."

"…"

"…"

"Piero, I'm scared. I don't want to be an adult."

"I know. I don't want to be an adult too."

I buried my face into Luciano's shoulder, trying my best to muffle my laughter but ended up sounding like I'm choking on spit. Luciano panicked for a moment, thinking that I needed medical attention but stopped when he heard me snort. He calmed down and let out a relieved sigh.

"Is Shiro fine?" Richard asked from behind, concern laced in his tone but also a hint of uncertainty as if he should grab the kids and bolt for the gates at the first sign of danger. On another hand, I noticed that his Italian is improving. There is an accent but other than that asides from butchering the language itself, the older man is understandable to local speakers.

He sounds weird but understandable.

"He's fine. He's a happy baby today." Luciano answered, rubbing circles onto my back. "Come inside, we have warm drinks for you and the boys."

"Thank you."

Luciano chuckled, "It's not a problem. " He said before turning to Aria, "C'mon now Aria, let's get you breathing normally again."

"I am breathing normally!" she shot back.

Tazaru hummed, "Gasping for air, sure. Sound fake but ok."

Gamma breathed hard through his nose, he wanted to say something –anything really, I could tell– but kept silent. His face is the perfect example of internal screaming and I should sympathise with him. I should but then I remember that I use meme's with my friends all the time to the point that they would throw their hand up and leave the room without saying a word. In some rare case, they would join me in meme hell and become internet trash like me.

Sadly in this situation, I'm Aria. Not Gamma.

Sorry but not so sorry.

"Hi, Shiro!" Sergio greeted with a smile, coming up to Luciano's side and stood on his tippy toes. Even if he is shorter and could not exactly see me properly from that position, it did not deter him from trying. Piero walked along side us, quiet as a mouse but obviously attentive. I turned my head and found him holding onto Luciano's jacket, staring at me with avid interest. He waved once he noticed that I was staring.

"Calm down," Luciano soothed them, "You'll play with Shiro in just a little bit."

They both cheered in delight as we made our way to our supposed 'playroom'. It's a family room that I never knew existed that had been converted for our needs, specifically for Sergio, Piero and I to hang out. Enough space for us and for the adults that are supervising that day.

The adults have their own little corner. They called dibs on the table that the room had, using it to place their own food and drinks while they chat like gossiping women over a cup of tea. Sometimes they have coffee but it's usually tea from the scent in the air when drinks are severed.

Upon entering the room, our chaperons being Tazaru, Gamma, Aria and Richard quickly migrate to the tables which left Luciano to deal with us. The man settled me down on a blanket that had been spread out on the floor, given a large space to roll around. It took everyone some time before they figured out that I could actually hold my head without aid.

Once situated on my butt, Sergio and Piero surround me while Luciano spared a smile and a soft pat on my head before leaving. Aria took his place soon after. She settled behind me while I sat between her legs.

"So…" Aria began with a grin on her lips, "What do you want to do today?"


Sergio and Piero, on the contrary, are actually nice and fun to be around. They make slow days much like this one fun and lively. This mansion is lively with everyone busy doing something but they are the ones preoccupied while I'm sitting there bored out of my mind. The only thing I could do is either watch them do their paperwork which is boring or attempt to annoy them until they stop working and do something else.

While the games we play are childish for my mentality since I'm a young adult in a body of a toddler, not that they know, they weren't hesitant to play with me. They were not going to flip or start screaming their heads off if I sneeze and think of the worse possible scenario to ever happen unlike a few people who had been assigned to play with me before the two boys popped into my life.

The two are nice and sweet, gentle when we played even when I can't get up and physically stand up and run around with them. Piero has the patience and experience, he obviously knew what to do while Sergio struggles with some aspects especially grasping the concept that there are some things I can't do with then but he gladly took in everything his older brother taught him like a sponge to water.

"Push the ball!" Piero coaxed me, bright eyes darting to the red rubber ball that he rolled towards me, "Push the ball, Shiro!"

I leaned forward slightly, Aria's steady hand on my stomach will catch me if I lost my balance, and swat my hand at the ball. The act reminded me of a cat swatting at anything in reach if agitated. I allowed myself to laugh at the thought, watching as the bright red ball rolled off course, going to the side instead of going straight like how I intended it to do.

They smiled, also laughing. They mistake my laughter of delight for rolling the ball, I didn't correct them nor bothered to deter the idea that I'm laughing at the ball and allowed them to take it at face value.

"Miss Aria," Sergio called out once he pluck the red ball from the floor and retreated back to home base. He passed the item to his brother, tossing it in an arch in the air. Piero caught it easily, shooting the brunet a smug smile when he saw a slight look of disappointment on Sergio's face as if he had been expecting for his brother to fail. He stuck his tongue out before turning his attention back to Aria. "Why does Shiro have white hair but his father does not. The man with black hair."

Aria lifted me up and settled me into her lap before she cross her arms over my chest, holding onto me like one does with a doll. Her chest pressed against my back and soft hands on my skin.

"Well Shiro is adopted." She explained, "They are not biologically related meaning that they are not family by blood but that doesn't mean Shiro is not family. Family does not end with blood."

Piero nodded, understanding to her reason while Sergio looked a little bit lost to her explanation. He said nothing however and asked his brother to roll the ball back to me, interested in playing instead.

A knock on the door drew my attention. Luciano stood up from his seat at the table, smiling apologetically at the two men as he excused himself from the conversation before he strode over to the door. Aria paid a little mind to Luciano, turning her head to look at the man before returning to our game. She snatched the ball out of my hands and tossed it back to Piero, laughing at the boy's startled expression.

I let my gaze linger on Luciano as he talked to a man at the door. Their conversation did not last as the man pointed to Aria with utmost urgency. Luciano nodded his head at the man, the relaxed expression on his face melting away and in place a stoic look. Several words were shared before Luciano shut the door on the man and began his trek towards us.

He cleared his throat, "Aria." He called out softly as he kneeled down next to Aria, hoping that his presence is ignored by the children, "You have a message waiting for you in your office."

"It can wait," She told him.

Luciano frowned and had the decency to look slightly ashamed, "I'm sorry but it cannot be delayed any further. This is important and this is directed to you, Aria."

Aria breathed heavily through her nose and scrub her face with a hand, "…Fine," she said and handed me over to Luciano, "You stay with them."

"Of course." He tilted his head forward at her and placed me on his lap, watching Aria stretch on the blanket like a cat before standing up. She sent a sad look to Sergio and Piero and slowly stood up.

Aria is obviously upset to leave and deal with her work, she made it clear to everyone that work and free time must not mix. I'm betting that rule is explicitly used for her, being a young teen next in line for a big family business, work can be stressful for someone her age.

Luciano had nudge her forward with his elbow to stop the young teen from stalling any further. She pouted at him and sluggishly made her way towards the doors, dragging her feet along the floor like they were heavy as lead.

Gamma lifted his head from the table where he had been listening to Tazaru and Richard talk, watching Aria made her way towards the door and scrambled off his seat to reach her. He rolled his eyes at whatever comment Tazaru shot at him while Richard smiled, amused by his eagerness to join Aria's side before the two older male resume their conversation.

I watch Aria walk towards the door, occasionally throwing mourning glances over her shoulder. She finally turned her attention away when Gamma whispered into her ear, likely questioning where she was going. They shared some words that were said in soft tones that only could be heard by the two of them before they made their way out.

Before the door could close behind her, Aria noticed me staring and made a scene at the doorway.

"I'll miss you, Shiro!" she exclaimed dramatically, a hand outstretched in my direction.

"Aria." Luciano reminded her.

"Fine, don't get your panties in a twist."

Luciano sputtered in response, chiding her for the statement and was too late to throw a clever comeback as she left. She grinned at the blond before closing the door with a click. With Gamma and Aria gone, that left Richard, Tazaru and Luciano in charge.

A red rubber ball fell into my lap, disrupting me from my thoughts and unconsciously I jerked back from the offending object before it registered in my mind that it was a harmless object. I shot a glare–or the closet thing you could consider it to be a glare– at Sergio and Piero who laughed at my initial dumbstruck look before I threw the ball back at them.

I smirked when I nailed Sergio on the forehead. The throw did not do much damage since it's a rubber ball but the hit did startle the brunet. He sat there frozen, a comical bewildered expression etch on his features. Piero sniggered at his brother finding amusement in the expression his brother made and began laughing out loud when the younger of the two began assaulting him with a pillow, all the while shouting at his older brother to stop laughing.

"Stop laughing!" Sergio shrieked, trying to smother his brother with the pillow in hand.

Piero continued to laugh, batting away at the pillow that his brother used to pin him to the floor when he toppled over. Sergio used Piero's defenseless form to his advantage and sat on his brother, using all his strength to stop his brother. The tip of his ears and his cheeks with flushed red, clearly embarrassed.

"Ahhh! Stop laughing!"

The sound of their joyful laughter brought a mournful smile to my face.

I see Piero and Sergio but at the same time I see Bobby and Robert in place. Sometimes I forget to separate them; that Peiro and Sergio are just two brothers who wanted to play and not the friends I had before. It's hard to stop seeing them like that; the color of their hair, their bubbly personality all of which their slight resemblance brings up some pain.

It kills me inside sometimes when I made the comparison.

When my mind tends to switch their names, images overlapping each other. Piero is Robert and Sergio is Bobby.

My breath would hitch and my eyes would sting with unshed tears. I cried the first time around. I miss them. I miss the two idiots that called me their friend. Robert, the level headed idiot who would keep Bobby in line when shit goes down or Bobby, the bubbly fool who knew how to cheer us up when we're upset. I miss our trio of weirdos that became inseparable friends despite the quirks.

Thinking about them makes me wish that I had never died in the first place.

Makes me bitter and so very angry.

At myself.

At everything.

I have heard that there are five stages of grief; denial, anger, bargaining, sadness and acceptance. I don't know where I stand in the spectrum with my emotions all over the place, I could be fine for a moment then the next I'm not.

It hurts, the loss. I'm not at the point of acceptance but one day I might. To look back fondly at the life I lived. It's not exactly a fairytale out of story books where my knight in shining armor comes to sweep me of my feet or where I have a fairy god mother to help me with my problems but I could say my life is not that bad either. I would look back fondly, a wistful smile on my face. Just glad that everything happened.

One day, I can stop comparing. I can see the two boys as their own individuals instead of expecting them to be ghost of my history.

"Be careful or you'll hurt each other! I don't want Aria to be one me when she learns that you got hurt!"

"Then make Piero stop!"

"You should have seen your face!"

One day.


"Where is the baby?" Luciano said, hiding his face with both hands before pulling them away quickly to reveal his face. Blonde hair that usually went into his eyes are pulled back and held by a hair clip, bright blue eyes and a tender smile on his lips. "Here he is!"

I gave him a flat look, lips puckered to show my disinterest to the game.

He smile fell slightly, downhearted by the attempt.

"I don't think he likes it," Piero piped up with a straw held between his teeth as he leaned his body forward to study my face, probably the sour expression on my face. He took a sip from his carton drink before flicking his gaze to Luciano. "Are you doing it right?"

"I am doing it right!" Luciano threw his hands up in defeat, a pout on his lips. "How can I go wrong with peak-a-boo?!"

"Maybe it's 'cuz of your face?" Sergio offered innocently after being so quiet.

Across the room, Tazaru snorted into his cup and coughed harshly when his drink went down the wrong way. Richard was there with a hand on Tazaru's back, looking quite alarmed but the other man dismissed his concern with a wave.

Tazaru coughed a few more times before speaking up, his voice slightly hoarse but clearly amused, "Savage."

This caused Richard to snort loudy, trying his best to hide his amusement. The shaking of his shoulders gave him away and the fact that he turned to look at the other direction to hide his face.

Luciano threw a glare over his shoulder, frowning at the two men while I laughed at Tazaru's off handed comment. Children can be brutally honest with their opinions before they learn the art of being discreet. They can drag you through the dirt by your hair with a smile on their face, oblivious to the negative reaction from their words. If they don't like you, they will explicitly tell it to you in your face.

"Ah!" Sergio exclaimed, jumping up from his seat to point a finger at me. "Shiro laughed!"

"I get the feeling that he's laughing at me," Luciano whimpered.

Well, he's not wrong there.

Piero leaned back and shrugged at the man, "Maybe he is."

The blond pouted.

Before we could resume to some light hearted bantering, a knock on the door drew out attention. Luciano looked at Tazaru, the both of them sharing similar expressions. Just a look, the two of them came to a decision without any words. With a small nod, Tazaru excused himself from the table and headed towards the doors when the visitor has yet to step inside. If it had been Akira or Aria, they wouldn't have bothered to knock on the door and simply barge in which left the possibility that it's someone else at the door.

The taller man opened the door and a head popped in, an unfamiliar face searching for something before their gaze landed on Luciano.

The stranger, a women in a suit, turned her attention back to Tazaru and spared some words that were spoken in a soft tone but I can tell that Luciano is involved from how the lady had earlier searched for him. Tazaru nodded to her words and turned his attention to Luciano who began picking himself up from the floor.

"We have a predicament," He told the smaller man, watching the blond don his jacket which he had left on the armrest of the chair earlier on, "You should take a look at it, Luciano."

The blond groaned, "Again? I was sure that the problem is fixed the last time I checked."

Tazaru shrugged his shoulders and offered no comfort, "Don't look at me. I'm in a different field."

"Ugh." Luciano made a face, "lead the way." He nodded his head to the women. She blinked owlishly at him and jolted when she realized that he had been referring to her instead of Tazaru. Her cheeks turned red, she stammered out an apology to the male before scampering out of sight. Luciano stalled for a moment at the door before following her.

"You're in charge now." He gave the older man a pointed look, "Keep an eye on them will you?" he jerked his head in our direction.

"I will." Tazaru answered and ushered the man through the door, "Go on, mother hen."

Luciano left soon after, the door closing behind him quietly.

"Is it always this busy?" Richard questioned after a moment of silence.

Tazaru laughed as he rejoined the man at the table, "You're lucky if you are able to get a day without any work. Truthfully, even with the years I'm still not used to all of this work."

"Doesn't get easy, huh?"

"That's putting it lightly."

"Does that mean Miss Aria has a lot of work? She is the boss right?" Sergio interjected into the conversation. Tazaru lifted his head up to stare at the young boy. He slowly nodded his head.

"Doesn't she get tried?" the boy added.

"Oh, she does." Tazaru said as raised his cup to his lips and took a small sip before continuing, "There is a reason why Aria keeps to a strict schedule when it comes to work. Being the youngest heir and no close kin to take over the family business, she had to take the reins but Aria is a strong girl and we're here to take help her."

Sergio looked like he regret asking that question seeing the confused expression on his face. The poor boy decided to block out most of Tazaru explanation and turn his attention to one of the many toys scattered around us.

Richard hummed, intrigued by the information. "If you don't mind me asking but how old is she?"

"…Seventeen."

His eyebrows raised up close to his hairline, "Awfully young to be running a company." The older of the two commented.

"Unfortunately but she had to. This family business has been here for generations, passing from one heir to the next. Aria would have to take the mantle when she turns eighteen anyway but I agree on the fact she is young. Still has a lot to do in life."

Tazaru sighed, "I worry sometimes. Overworking and paperwork. We have to remind her to stop and smell the flowers when it gets too stressful."

"You all are one big family." Richard smiled, "It's nice."

"Of course we are one big family!" Tazaru chest puffed out in pride, a grin stretched upon his lips. "We tend to forget that we aren't related biologically and that had caused some trouble."

Richard chuckled, "I can imagine."

Sergio groaned out loud, drawing my attention away from the two men. The boy tossed away a toy that he had been playing with earlier and laid on his side, defeated and suddenly lazy for no absolute reason.

"When will they stop talking about boring stuff?" he whined to his brother. Piero patted the brunet on the thigh as a sign of comfort before crawling to the edge of the blanket to replace the empty juice cartoon in his hand with a new one. "When will Miss Aria or Luciano come back? Dante too. They're fun to play with unlike those old men."

He wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"Uncle Richard can be fun too," Piero told his brother.

"Yeah but sometimes, he's boring most of the time."

His older brother laughed, not bothering to correct Sergio's statement.

Another knock on the door ceased all conversation. All heads turned towards the door expectantly and not long the doors opened and a slightly familiar face popped in. Tazaru clicked his tongue in annoyance and headed over to the man who had been unfortunate to deal with the full force of a man who is beyond irritated with the work that had suddenly sprung up.

He breathed heavily through his nose once the two finally ended their conversation and scrubbed his face with a hand. He turned to Richard with a slight apologetic look on his face, "I apologize for leaving. Apparently today is the day when work decided to fluctuate and disrupt our usual meeting. I hope you can deal with me gone for fifteen minutes tops."

"I won't mind. It seems important. I'll keep an eye on these little rascals." Richard shot a look to his nephews who giggled and smiled innocently at the man. He snorted at their false act of innocence.

Tazaru looked relieved, "Thank you." He said before ducking into the hallway, leaving only three of us in a big room that seemed cramp earlier on now looked big and spacious.

"Well–"Richard began, "That leaves us three."

"It's so quiet." Piero observed as he took another sip of his drink. Good gods this child is thirsty. He's on his fourth carton of apple juice. He took another sip and frowned when it came up dry, making this horrid noise of air rushing into a small and enclosed box. The blond turned to his uncle with an expectant look on his face.

Richard stared back at the child.

"More." Piero shook his empty drink.

"You have to wait until someone comes over. I can't leave you unsupervised. Your mother would kill me if she found out."

"But I'm thirsty!"

"You can wait."

If one child was not enough, Sergio joined. "I'm thirsty too!"

"Can't you wait?" Richard gave them a pleading look but they did not waver and he reluctantly stood up from his seat. "Fine. I'll try to catch someone but can I trust you to make sure that Shiro is watched over?"

"I looked after Sergio before," Piero answered, "Does that work?"

"That was when your mother was around to watch you."

"I'm really thirsty, Uncle Richard. Can't you just hurry up? We promise that nothing bad happen to Shiro in just a few moments."

Richard seemed reluctantly to leave but slowly complied. The compromise seemed reasonable considering that he planned to return quickly as he can like a bathroom break.

"If anything happens, just scream of me."

"Okay!" The two children chorused together as their Uncle slipped out of the room. With one final glance over his shoulder, Richard took a few seconds to linger before leaving. The door clicked shut behind him with a soft 'click' and silence descend upon us.

The silence did not last long however.

Serigo picked himself up from the floor and stared at his brother. The two were locked in an intense staring match before identical smiled appeared on their lips. Smiles that seemed all so familiar and mischievous.

They cackle evilly or attempt to sound somewhat villainous but ultimately failed.

"Do it?" Sergio asked.

Piero smirked, "Yeah."

I looked between the two brothers, trying to piece together what they had meant because clearly I'm missing something. I can tell they are planning something, the smiles on their faces and the glint in their eyes are very familiar and far from innocent intentions. Richard should have never left the room and clearly his parenting skills aren't exactly up to par because one must never leave children alone.

Never.

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And I sing with all of my heart.


There are two types of people; one with A+ parenting skills and the one with the shittiest parenting skills.

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