I decide that it is my duty to torment my new children as a real parent would. No more pink bonnets, it's time to fight fire with fire, or in this case, knowledge with knowledge. I call the kids into the den, having them take a seat on couch as i pull up a chair to be in front of them.
"Okay boys, do either of you know where you came from?" I ask in a misleading, casual and happy tone.
"Wammy's house" the both of them say in unison, with fond looks of longing. Mello even goes so far as to ask, his voice full of hope "Are you sending us back?"
I laugh and shake my head, ignoring Mello's question. "Before that you sillies!"
Near giggles very nervously. "You mean...our parents? Oh no...Dear God please...no..."
I nod enthusiastically. "Yes Near, I think you already know what I'm going to talk about! Today you guys get to learn about ... where babies come from!
I watch with amusement as a scene unfolds before me.
Near, frantically finding a way not to have to hear these 'bad things' turns to Mello. "Please, I beg you Mello, give me your gun. I have to shoot myself!"
Mello refuses, shaking his head like a wet dog. "No Near, I only have one bullet left! It's mine!"
Near stops Mello from shooting himself and gestures to me.
Amusement fades to panic.
"You know...You guys are too young to handle this kind of thing. I don't know what i was thinking, I might try again an a few " I hear the click as Mello turns the safety off. "MILLION years...yes, then I'll try again. Sorry for the waste of time." I heave a sigh of releife as the saftey is turned back on, and the pistol vanishes in the folds of Mello's leather vest.
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