Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz belongs to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss...
Except Ken. *proceeds to hug Ken* Ken's mine. All mine.
*Ran appears to take Ken away from clinging hands*
*pouts*
Author's Notes: This is only my second fanfic... And first Weiss Kreuz fic. I'd really appreciate comments/reviews, good and bad.
Warnings: If you don't like kids, I suggest you click your back button. Also, there's -potential- shounen-ai, but it could be easily ignored. I just wanted to drop vague hints incase I wanted to make a sequel or something.
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'Thank You's: Thank you -so- much to all those who had reviewed the first chapter. I was so happy that people enjoyed the story, since I was afraid it wasn't good enough for people's tastes. Anyways, I'd like to list off the people who took the time to comment on my story, 'cuz I feel like it:
lorien, Sailor Nova, yuki, Jin (ack! I -love- your stories -so much-! And I agree that RanKen rocks!), fei, Merigold, Kimiki (thank you for being so enthusiastic!), Kyri, Shime, and DragonWing. I hope that's everyone, 'cuz that's all I see...
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The Baby-Sitter:
Chapter Two:
"What's that, Omi?"
"It's called a la'top! My daddy gave it t'me for my birt'day!"
"Really? That's so cool! Can I try it?"
"I dunno, Ken... I's really 'spensive."
"Play!" Aya cried out, flinging her arms up into the air.
I smiled a bit. This little party hasn't been -too- bad. Just a few misfits and arguments, once in a while... But then again, it's only been an hour since Omi and Nagi arrived. I sighed deeply and covered my face with my hands. When is this day -ever- going to end? I decided that taking care of six children by yourself is not a very smart move... Wait a minute... Six kids? Am I miscalculating or am I missing a kid?
Where's Yoji?
I jump off the couch and ran out of the living room, and into the hallway. Hey! You would panick too if you knew how much trouble that kid could get into!
"Yoji!" I call out, desperately. "Yoji!" I feel my body break into a sweat, my hands are clinging onto my shirt, and I... I... I heave a huge sigh of relief when I see Yoji come out of the kitchen. He has this happy grin on his face, and it's making me -really- nervous.
"Yoji! Don't you -ever- leave the living room without telling me!" I scold him, angrily. Good thing I didn't panick.
Again, that devious grin of his. Where does he learn these things? I better talk to his dad about his influences.
"I was just on the phone! I'm so bored an' Mom an' Dad ain't comin' back 'till late t'night so I called my friend an' he says he'll be right over!"
I swear to God my face paled several shades in that one moment. -Another kid?- This can't be happening. I must be dreaming... No! I must be having a nightmare! I'm probably sleeping in my nice, warm bed, safely tucked in and -far away- from these horrid children. I'm breathing heavily at the moment, and I move my right hand to my left arm, giving myself a good pinch. -Ow!- Okay, then. I guess I'm -not- dreaming... Unfortunately.
"You -what-?" I exclaimed.
Yoji looks up at me, as if I've lost my mind. Well, I'd be surprised if I haven't by the end of the day! "I invited my friend over to keep me company..." he informs me, slowly.
"And -how- does your friend know where I live?" I ask him, testily. Silently, I count from one to ten to calm myself down.
"I tol' 'im that you live on '21 White Cross Circle'! Did I get it right? Did I? My daddy's been teaching me how to read maps an' roads an' stuff!"
I stare at him some more. This kid just told a complete stranger where I live! Oh, when I'm through with him, I'm gonna make him suffer so much ---
"Ma'x? Are ya mad?" he asks me, sadly.
I realize that my eyes had glazed over in anger, and I was probably scaring the poor guy. I sigh to myself, and counted some more. I lightly massaged my temples, and gave him a firm look.
"Yoji, you should have -asked- me for permission to invite your friend over! Inviting someone over without my consent is a -very bad thing-!"
I guess he realizes he did something wrong, because I see his eyes and mouth droop down sadly. He hangs his head and looks down at his feet, ashamed of himself.
"I'm sorry, Ma'x." he says quietly. "I won't do it again. I'll go call 'im and tell 'im he can't come."
I look at him, and hear an imaginary crack of broken glass. My heart breaks just seeing him like this. I can't stay mad at "wittle Yoji." Sighing, I kneel down so that I can look into his jade-coloured eyes.
"Yoji," I say, gently. "You don't have to tell him not to come. I just want you to know that what you did was wrong."
Yoji sniffles a bit, and wipes his face with tiny hands. He flicks some of his dark, wavy hair out of his eyes. "'kay, Ma'x. I won't do it again. Please, don't be mad..."
I smile, reassuringly. "I'm not mad. Just a bit upset... And tired." I nudge his small body back towards the living room. "We'll wait for your friend, and then you two can play."
"Yay!" he cheers, then quickly scampers away towards the living room and everyone else.
Another sigh. I'm tired. I really am. I look at my watch and see that it is barely past two o'clock. Will this day ever end? Don't answer that.
I decide that it's probably time for the kids to have lunch, but before I get a chance to tell the kids, the doorbell rings. I walk over to the door, chanting a silent prayer to a god I hope truly exists. This kid better not be too much trouble. If luck goes my way, he'll be just like Ran.
I unlock the door, and swing it open to reveal a kid with long, red hair.
"Hello." I greet him, politely.
"Hey! Is this Ma'x's house?" the kid asks. I inwardly gulp, studying his attire; a pair of forest green, army pants, a black, sleeveless top, and a bandana that holds his hair back.
"Yes, this is the one. Come in." I step aside to allow him entry. "Please take off your shoes." I make sure to tell him, before he could run off. He kicks of his little sneakers, and I put them away. Yoji comes into the hallway to greet his friend.
"Hi Schu!"
"Hey Yoji!"
Yoji leads him away and into the living room. I desperately promise God a very -big- present if he lets me survive the day.
"Hey everyone! Lookit here! This is -my best friend-," he sneaks a glance towards Ran. "Schuldich!"
"Hiya!" Schuldich waves to everyone around the room. Ken and Omi wave back, happily. Ran ignores them, and Aya and Nagi look at him in awe.
"Hi Schu... Schur..." Ken's face scrunches up in concentration. "Can I just call ya Schu?"
"No! Schu's -my- nickname for 'im! You hafta call 'im by his full name!" Yoji protests. I cover my ears, preparing myself for another fight.
"Ken can call 'im whatever he wants! He doesn't hafta listen to -you-!" Ran to the rescue, once again.
Before a full-blown argument could ensue, I announce loudly, "Lunch time!"
Loud cheering and happy squeals. The children all scramble up to me, eager to eat the famous "Ma'x Sandwiches."
"Ma'x's sandwiches are the best. You'll really like 'em." Yoji tells Schuldich, reasurringly. I smile, proudly. Well, not to brag or anything...
I lead them towards the kitchen, where I had a couple of stacks of sandwiches waiting and ready. I always make extras, incase I get hungry on the job, which is pretty often when it comes to these young charges. I start to hand them out, one by one. I've memorized each kid's preferences by now. Ran likes his sandwich holding two slices of chicken with a small whip of margarine. Ken enjoys three slices of chicken, accompanied with lettuce, tomatoes, and mayonnaise. Omi and Nagi both enjoy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Aya still eats baby food whenever she's with me. Yoji likes salami on toasted bread with mayonnaise. Do I always give such a large variety of sandwiches to my charges even when I'm not expecting them? Of course! After all, -I'm- the one who gets to eat all the leftovers.
Looking at Schuldich, I ask what kind of sandwich he would like.
"I want what Yoji's havin'." Schuldich tells me. I smile and hand him the sandwich. Why am I not surprised?
Seeing Aya, trying to reach for a sandwich, I quickly pick her up and carry her towards a high chair. Setting her down, I whip out a small jar of baby food from the refrigerator, and prepare to spoon feed her. Unfortunately, Aya doesn't want to participate today, so she turns her head away from the spoon I direct at her. By now, all the kids have seated themselves at the table, and are munching away at their lunch.
From the corner of my eye, I watch the interaction among the children.
"What're -you- starin' at?" Schuldich asks Nagi.
The brunette's eyes widen and shakes his head, looking down at the sandwich in his tiny hands.
"You gotta problem with my clothes, baby?" Man, this kid needs an attitude adjustment! I guess I can see where Yoji's influences lay.
"Leave Nagi alone!" Omi defends his best friend.
"Then tell 'im ta stop starin' at me! It ain't polite ta stare!" Schuldich yells back.
"He wasn't starin'! He was just lookin'!"
"What's the difference? It ain't polite ta look without askin'!" Yoji exclaims.
"Who says?"
"-I- did!"
"No one cares what you think!"
"-I- care what Yoji thinks!"
"Well, no one cares what you think either, -Schu-!"
"Don't call me that! You don't have pe'mission!"
"Quiet, please! We're trying to have lunch. Could you keep it down?" I say. These kids are really trying my patience, today. "Schuldich, they can't pronounce your name yet, so you'll have to settle with 'Schu.' Omi, -everyone's- opinion counts, so don't be rude."
Omi and Schuldich pouted, but silently ate their sandwiches.
I continued to spoon-feed Aya, who continued to avoid the spoon. She pushed it away with her little arms, and slammed her baby fist on top of the chair's table.
"No!" she cries.
I sigh heavily. Feeding Aya isn't usually this difficult. I guess she finally realized what teeth are used for, and wants to become a big kid as well. I continue my attempt to stuff the spoon into her mouth, while the other kids continue to eat and talk.
"... An' then I saw 'em all arguin' an' they started to throw food at each other an' then they were all yellin' an' screamin' for everyone to stop and stuff, it was so cool!" Ken was rambling again about things he saw on T.V., while Ran listened silently. He smiled seeing Ken so enthusiastic with his story.
"Was it messy?" Yoji asked, curiously.
"Yeah! The room was all dirty an' people were yellin' and sayin bad words, an' mommy an' daddy told me never to say 'em 'cuz then I'd be bad." Ken continued to bounch around on his chair, his hands a sticky mess.
"Whoa... -We- should have a food fight..." Omi exclaims, with wide eyes and a bright smile. Beside him, Nagi seems to have gotten over his fear of Schuldich's wrath, and grins, bobbing his head in agreement.
By now, I've frozen in place and I hear my heart pounding loudly. No... They would -never- think of --
"Food fight!" A sudden exclamation, and all of the children were throwing food at one another, piece by piece.
I stare, incredulously, as my precious sandwiches get ripped up into small pieces, only to be thrown at the person across the table. Everything passes by me like a scene in slow-motion; I see Schuldich climb up onto the table, raise his arm and throw his first piece of bread, which hits Ken squarely in the face. Ran is standing on his chair, swinging his arms in a long swoop towards the other side, a large chunk of his sandwich landing in Yoji's hair. I hear yelling and screaming, laughter and cackles. Omi and Nagi take cover under the table, to avoid the masacre, though they peak out once in a while to throw a piece or two of their sandwiches. Unfortunately, they couldn't see properly, with their heads half hidden, and one of their pieces land on my face. -That- was what startled me from my trance.
"Stop!" No one seems to hear me, through all of the chaos, and I feel my veins ready to pop out. If I get a gray hair before I hit twenty-years- old, I'm blaming it on the brats' parents. "Stop!" I tried again.
Beside me, Aya is laughing and giggling at the large glob of peanut butter stuck in between my red curls. I can vaguely feel some mayonnaise hit my face, as my face slowly contorts in anger. Aya seems to realize that my face is changing, and stops her squealing abruptly. She wiggles in her high chair, attemping to get away from me.
No one else seems to realize that I'm about to blow.
I turn my head towards the big blur that's suppose to be six kids. I take a deep breath.
"-Stop!-" I scream out, at the top of my lungs. I swear I can hear birds and squirrels scamper away from the house; I can even hear the faint echo of that one word.
The room was suddenly silent, save for the heavy breathing of the children. Everyone is staring at me with wide eyes; they must be scared out of their wits. Good! It'll teach you brats a lesson!
The doorbell rings. I slowly get up, ready to tell whoever is at the door to get the hell off my property. The house is deadly quiet, and I -know- that the children are terrified. Ma'x has never blown up before.
Swinging the door open angrily, I reveal a small kid wearing an eyepatch. His pale skin and almost white hair startles me a bit, and I find myself unable to speak. That's alright, he decides to start first.
What he said wasn't alright, though.
"I'm Schu an' Yoji's friend. They said I can come play."
I let the scary kid inside, silently. My face must still be distorted, but this doesn't seem to scare the new comer.
"You've got somethin' on your face." he informs me. I can only nod.
Swiftly, I walk towards the living room and towards the couch. I sit down and turn towards the phone and clock; 2:43 pm. I pick up the phone and my fingers fly over it, dialing a number I know so well.
One ring, two rings, three --
"Hello?"
"Birman! Save me!"
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes:
For the next chapter, I decided that Brad -will- appear, but I think I'll change his age. Originally, he's suppose to be 9, but I can't picture him as only a couple of years older than the other Weiss characters, so I changed my original idea a bit.
This chapter was suppose to focus a bit more on Yoji and Schuldich, since the last chapter focused on Ran and Ken. Next chapter will probably be about Omi and Nagi... At least, I hope so. I didn't talk about them too much in this chapter. Sorry!
Also, -yes- I understand that I didn't really give a description of Manx until near the end of this chapter, but it was only because I wanted her to bring it up naturally. I couldn't picture her tell us what she looks like, just out of the blue. So, I hope no one had a problem with that.
By the way, Schuldich is suppose to be 8, but Manx hasn't asked him about it yet, so yeah... Don't be confused.
Please review/comment! Is this story getting good? I'd really like to know!
Except Ken. *proceeds to hug Ken* Ken's mine. All mine.
*Ran appears to take Ken away from clinging hands*
*pouts*
Author's Notes: This is only my second fanfic... And first Weiss Kreuz fic. I'd really appreciate comments/reviews, good and bad.
Warnings: If you don't like kids, I suggest you click your back button. Also, there's -potential- shounen-ai, but it could be easily ignored. I just wanted to drop vague hints incase I wanted to make a sequel or something.
***
'Thank You's: Thank you -so- much to all those who had reviewed the first chapter. I was so happy that people enjoyed the story, since I was afraid it wasn't good enough for people's tastes. Anyways, I'd like to list off the people who took the time to comment on my story, 'cuz I feel like it:
lorien, Sailor Nova, yuki, Jin (ack! I -love- your stories -so much-! And I agree that RanKen rocks!), fei, Merigold, Kimiki (thank you for being so enthusiastic!), Kyri, Shime, and DragonWing. I hope that's everyone, 'cuz that's all I see...
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The Baby-Sitter:
Chapter Two:
"What's that, Omi?"
"It's called a la'top! My daddy gave it t'me for my birt'day!"
"Really? That's so cool! Can I try it?"
"I dunno, Ken... I's really 'spensive."
"Play!" Aya cried out, flinging her arms up into the air.
I smiled a bit. This little party hasn't been -too- bad. Just a few misfits and arguments, once in a while... But then again, it's only been an hour since Omi and Nagi arrived. I sighed deeply and covered my face with my hands. When is this day -ever- going to end? I decided that taking care of six children by yourself is not a very smart move... Wait a minute... Six kids? Am I miscalculating or am I missing a kid?
Where's Yoji?
I jump off the couch and ran out of the living room, and into the hallway. Hey! You would panick too if you knew how much trouble that kid could get into!
"Yoji!" I call out, desperately. "Yoji!" I feel my body break into a sweat, my hands are clinging onto my shirt, and I... I... I heave a huge sigh of relief when I see Yoji come out of the kitchen. He has this happy grin on his face, and it's making me -really- nervous.
"Yoji! Don't you -ever- leave the living room without telling me!" I scold him, angrily. Good thing I didn't panick.
Again, that devious grin of his. Where does he learn these things? I better talk to his dad about his influences.
"I was just on the phone! I'm so bored an' Mom an' Dad ain't comin' back 'till late t'night so I called my friend an' he says he'll be right over!"
I swear to God my face paled several shades in that one moment. -Another kid?- This can't be happening. I must be dreaming... No! I must be having a nightmare! I'm probably sleeping in my nice, warm bed, safely tucked in and -far away- from these horrid children. I'm breathing heavily at the moment, and I move my right hand to my left arm, giving myself a good pinch. -Ow!- Okay, then. I guess I'm -not- dreaming... Unfortunately.
"You -what-?" I exclaimed.
Yoji looks up at me, as if I've lost my mind. Well, I'd be surprised if I haven't by the end of the day! "I invited my friend over to keep me company..." he informs me, slowly.
"And -how- does your friend know where I live?" I ask him, testily. Silently, I count from one to ten to calm myself down.
"I tol' 'im that you live on '21 White Cross Circle'! Did I get it right? Did I? My daddy's been teaching me how to read maps an' roads an' stuff!"
I stare at him some more. This kid just told a complete stranger where I live! Oh, when I'm through with him, I'm gonna make him suffer so much ---
"Ma'x? Are ya mad?" he asks me, sadly.
I realize that my eyes had glazed over in anger, and I was probably scaring the poor guy. I sigh to myself, and counted some more. I lightly massaged my temples, and gave him a firm look.
"Yoji, you should have -asked- me for permission to invite your friend over! Inviting someone over without my consent is a -very bad thing-!"
I guess he realizes he did something wrong, because I see his eyes and mouth droop down sadly. He hangs his head and looks down at his feet, ashamed of himself.
"I'm sorry, Ma'x." he says quietly. "I won't do it again. I'll go call 'im and tell 'im he can't come."
I look at him, and hear an imaginary crack of broken glass. My heart breaks just seeing him like this. I can't stay mad at "wittle Yoji." Sighing, I kneel down so that I can look into his jade-coloured eyes.
"Yoji," I say, gently. "You don't have to tell him not to come. I just want you to know that what you did was wrong."
Yoji sniffles a bit, and wipes his face with tiny hands. He flicks some of his dark, wavy hair out of his eyes. "'kay, Ma'x. I won't do it again. Please, don't be mad..."
I smile, reassuringly. "I'm not mad. Just a bit upset... And tired." I nudge his small body back towards the living room. "We'll wait for your friend, and then you two can play."
"Yay!" he cheers, then quickly scampers away towards the living room and everyone else.
Another sigh. I'm tired. I really am. I look at my watch and see that it is barely past two o'clock. Will this day ever end? Don't answer that.
I decide that it's probably time for the kids to have lunch, but before I get a chance to tell the kids, the doorbell rings. I walk over to the door, chanting a silent prayer to a god I hope truly exists. This kid better not be too much trouble. If luck goes my way, he'll be just like Ran.
I unlock the door, and swing it open to reveal a kid with long, red hair.
"Hello." I greet him, politely.
"Hey! Is this Ma'x's house?" the kid asks. I inwardly gulp, studying his attire; a pair of forest green, army pants, a black, sleeveless top, and a bandana that holds his hair back.
"Yes, this is the one. Come in." I step aside to allow him entry. "Please take off your shoes." I make sure to tell him, before he could run off. He kicks of his little sneakers, and I put them away. Yoji comes into the hallway to greet his friend.
"Hi Schu!"
"Hey Yoji!"
Yoji leads him away and into the living room. I desperately promise God a very -big- present if he lets me survive the day.
"Hey everyone! Lookit here! This is -my best friend-," he sneaks a glance towards Ran. "Schuldich!"
"Hiya!" Schuldich waves to everyone around the room. Ken and Omi wave back, happily. Ran ignores them, and Aya and Nagi look at him in awe.
"Hi Schu... Schur..." Ken's face scrunches up in concentration. "Can I just call ya Schu?"
"No! Schu's -my- nickname for 'im! You hafta call 'im by his full name!" Yoji protests. I cover my ears, preparing myself for another fight.
"Ken can call 'im whatever he wants! He doesn't hafta listen to -you-!" Ran to the rescue, once again.
Before a full-blown argument could ensue, I announce loudly, "Lunch time!"
Loud cheering and happy squeals. The children all scramble up to me, eager to eat the famous "Ma'x Sandwiches."
"Ma'x's sandwiches are the best. You'll really like 'em." Yoji tells Schuldich, reasurringly. I smile, proudly. Well, not to brag or anything...
I lead them towards the kitchen, where I had a couple of stacks of sandwiches waiting and ready. I always make extras, incase I get hungry on the job, which is pretty often when it comes to these young charges. I start to hand them out, one by one. I've memorized each kid's preferences by now. Ran likes his sandwich holding two slices of chicken with a small whip of margarine. Ken enjoys three slices of chicken, accompanied with lettuce, tomatoes, and mayonnaise. Omi and Nagi both enjoy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Aya still eats baby food whenever she's with me. Yoji likes salami on toasted bread with mayonnaise. Do I always give such a large variety of sandwiches to my charges even when I'm not expecting them? Of course! After all, -I'm- the one who gets to eat all the leftovers.
Looking at Schuldich, I ask what kind of sandwich he would like.
"I want what Yoji's havin'." Schuldich tells me. I smile and hand him the sandwich. Why am I not surprised?
Seeing Aya, trying to reach for a sandwich, I quickly pick her up and carry her towards a high chair. Setting her down, I whip out a small jar of baby food from the refrigerator, and prepare to spoon feed her. Unfortunately, Aya doesn't want to participate today, so she turns her head away from the spoon I direct at her. By now, all the kids have seated themselves at the table, and are munching away at their lunch.
From the corner of my eye, I watch the interaction among the children.
"What're -you- starin' at?" Schuldich asks Nagi.
The brunette's eyes widen and shakes his head, looking down at the sandwich in his tiny hands.
"You gotta problem with my clothes, baby?" Man, this kid needs an attitude adjustment! I guess I can see where Yoji's influences lay.
"Leave Nagi alone!" Omi defends his best friend.
"Then tell 'im ta stop starin' at me! It ain't polite ta stare!" Schuldich yells back.
"He wasn't starin'! He was just lookin'!"
"What's the difference? It ain't polite ta look without askin'!" Yoji exclaims.
"Who says?"
"-I- did!"
"No one cares what you think!"
"-I- care what Yoji thinks!"
"Well, no one cares what you think either, -Schu-!"
"Don't call me that! You don't have pe'mission!"
"Quiet, please! We're trying to have lunch. Could you keep it down?" I say. These kids are really trying my patience, today. "Schuldich, they can't pronounce your name yet, so you'll have to settle with 'Schu.' Omi, -everyone's- opinion counts, so don't be rude."
Omi and Schuldich pouted, but silently ate their sandwiches.
I continued to spoon-feed Aya, who continued to avoid the spoon. She pushed it away with her little arms, and slammed her baby fist on top of the chair's table.
"No!" she cries.
I sigh heavily. Feeding Aya isn't usually this difficult. I guess she finally realized what teeth are used for, and wants to become a big kid as well. I continue my attempt to stuff the spoon into her mouth, while the other kids continue to eat and talk.
"... An' then I saw 'em all arguin' an' they started to throw food at each other an' then they were all yellin' an' screamin' for everyone to stop and stuff, it was so cool!" Ken was rambling again about things he saw on T.V., while Ran listened silently. He smiled seeing Ken so enthusiastic with his story.
"Was it messy?" Yoji asked, curiously.
"Yeah! The room was all dirty an' people were yellin' and sayin bad words, an' mommy an' daddy told me never to say 'em 'cuz then I'd be bad." Ken continued to bounch around on his chair, his hands a sticky mess.
"Whoa... -We- should have a food fight..." Omi exclaims, with wide eyes and a bright smile. Beside him, Nagi seems to have gotten over his fear of Schuldich's wrath, and grins, bobbing his head in agreement.
By now, I've frozen in place and I hear my heart pounding loudly. No... They would -never- think of --
"Food fight!" A sudden exclamation, and all of the children were throwing food at one another, piece by piece.
I stare, incredulously, as my precious sandwiches get ripped up into small pieces, only to be thrown at the person across the table. Everything passes by me like a scene in slow-motion; I see Schuldich climb up onto the table, raise his arm and throw his first piece of bread, which hits Ken squarely in the face. Ran is standing on his chair, swinging his arms in a long swoop towards the other side, a large chunk of his sandwich landing in Yoji's hair. I hear yelling and screaming, laughter and cackles. Omi and Nagi take cover under the table, to avoid the masacre, though they peak out once in a while to throw a piece or two of their sandwiches. Unfortunately, they couldn't see properly, with their heads half hidden, and one of their pieces land on my face. -That- was what startled me from my trance.
"Stop!" No one seems to hear me, through all of the chaos, and I feel my veins ready to pop out. If I get a gray hair before I hit twenty-years- old, I'm blaming it on the brats' parents. "Stop!" I tried again.
Beside me, Aya is laughing and giggling at the large glob of peanut butter stuck in between my red curls. I can vaguely feel some mayonnaise hit my face, as my face slowly contorts in anger. Aya seems to realize that my face is changing, and stops her squealing abruptly. She wiggles in her high chair, attemping to get away from me.
No one else seems to realize that I'm about to blow.
I turn my head towards the big blur that's suppose to be six kids. I take a deep breath.
"-Stop!-" I scream out, at the top of my lungs. I swear I can hear birds and squirrels scamper away from the house; I can even hear the faint echo of that one word.
The room was suddenly silent, save for the heavy breathing of the children. Everyone is staring at me with wide eyes; they must be scared out of their wits. Good! It'll teach you brats a lesson!
The doorbell rings. I slowly get up, ready to tell whoever is at the door to get the hell off my property. The house is deadly quiet, and I -know- that the children are terrified. Ma'x has never blown up before.
Swinging the door open angrily, I reveal a small kid wearing an eyepatch. His pale skin and almost white hair startles me a bit, and I find myself unable to speak. That's alright, he decides to start first.
What he said wasn't alright, though.
"I'm Schu an' Yoji's friend. They said I can come play."
I let the scary kid inside, silently. My face must still be distorted, but this doesn't seem to scare the new comer.
"You've got somethin' on your face." he informs me. I can only nod.
Swiftly, I walk towards the living room and towards the couch. I sit down and turn towards the phone and clock; 2:43 pm. I pick up the phone and my fingers fly over it, dialing a number I know so well.
One ring, two rings, three --
"Hello?"
"Birman! Save me!"
... To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes:
For the next chapter, I decided that Brad -will- appear, but I think I'll change his age. Originally, he's suppose to be 9, but I can't picture him as only a couple of years older than the other Weiss characters, so I changed my original idea a bit.
This chapter was suppose to focus a bit more on Yoji and Schuldich, since the last chapter focused on Ran and Ken. Next chapter will probably be about Omi and Nagi... At least, I hope so. I didn't talk about them too much in this chapter. Sorry!
Also, -yes- I understand that I didn't really give a description of Manx until near the end of this chapter, but it was only because I wanted her to bring it up naturally. I couldn't picture her tell us what she looks like, just out of the blue. So, I hope no one had a problem with that.
By the way, Schuldich is suppose to be 8, but Manx hasn't asked him about it yet, so yeah... Don't be confused.
Please review/comment! Is this story getting good? I'd really like to know!