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: I am -very- surprised by all the positive reviews I've been receiving. Thank you again to all those who have taken the time to review the fic! Specifically...
Jin (share KenKen? Sure! *sees Ran giving her "the look".*), Sailor Nova (if you ever plan to use that game, I hope you don't find yourself with the same problem Manx did!) , trinchardin, siberian, chrise, The Shattered Angel, Yami No Tenshi, fei, Kimiki, and monophobia!
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The Baby-Sitter:
Chapter Four:
"Hiya Birm'n!"
"Birm'n!"
"Who's that guy?"
"Nagi an' I've been good! See?"
"Can ya really see us without bein' here?"
"I can read minds! Can you?"
"Ice cream!"
Hehe. Poor, poor Birman. I heave a huge sigh of relief when I see my best friend enter the living room with her young charge, Bradley. I watch the expression on her face change from confident to surprise to distress. Well, at least now I don't have to face this dilemma alone.
"The kids want to go to 'Baskin Robbins' for ice cream." I inform her. "I told them to wait for you, before we go."
She looks at the group of children, all eager and ready to take a small field trip to the nearest ice cream shop.
"Ice cream!" Aya demands, once again.
I gesture towards the little girl, for emphasis. "I hope you have money on you."
She brushes the comment right off, as if I were asking what colour shirt she was wearing. Did I tell you that her father was loaded? "Alright, let's go for ice cream!" she declares.
Loud cheering and squeals from the children, before they jet off towards the closet for their shoes.
"Quit shovin'!"
"Then hurry up, ya slow-poke!"
"Move over!"
"Hey! I can't get my other shoe!"
"Ma'x, could ya help me tie my shoelaces?"
"I can teach ya, Nagi. It's easy!"
"Ran taught -me- how ta tie my shoelaces a -long- time ago!"
After getting everyone ready, I open the door to let the squabbling kids fight their way out. I quickly take Aya away from the crowd, and let her settle on my right hip. Bradley is the last to leave.
"Why do -I- have to be here?" he angrily demands of me. "-I- was busy at home doing extensive research for my summer project."
"Oh?" I ask, curiously. "And what kind of research is this?"
"I was busy studying the different graphs on the internet, that describe how the businesses, my father invested in, are doing. I believe that if I study them accurately enough, I can also try to predict how the company will turn out in the near future. That way, I can tell my father which businesses he should continue to invest in, or which ones he should give up on. So far, my research tells me th --"
"You're tryin' ta predi't the future?" Ken asks him, curiously.
Bradley looks down at the brunette in disgust, angry for being interrupted in the middle of his little speech.
"-No-. I'm not trying to predict the future. I do not believe in such trivial things. Psychics are merely regular humans with no lives and a useless imagination. They believe in what they would -like- to believe, instead of what is really there. -I- accept all that happens to the world, and -I- don't doubt the truths that science and mathematics bring to society."
Ken stares at him, with a completely clueless expression on his face. By this time, Ran has joined our little circle.
"He said he can't tell the future." Ran explains, in that quiet voice of his.
Ken looks at Ran in comprehension, smiles, and nods his head. "Oh!" He turns his head up towards Bradley again. "That's alright! I can't tell the future, either!" With that, he skips off towards the other children, with Ran following close behind.
I look down at the very annoyed twelve-year-old. "He's only four." I tell him.
He growls at me, unappreciatively. "I'm never gonna have kids."
With Birman leading the small lineup and Bradley and I bringing up the rear, we all march towards Main Street to get some much needed ice cream. However, with these kids, there is never without -some- misfortune, along the way.
"Yoji! Stop steppin' on my shoe!"
"I'm not touchin' you!"
"Omi, could ya walk any slower?"
"I'm goin' as fast as I can!"
"Ow! Quit pokin' me!"
"My shoelaces are untied!"
"Ma'x! Yoji won' stop steppin' on my shoe!"
"Ma'x! Someone won' stop pokin' me!"
"Ma'x... I dunno how ta tie shoelaces."
"Ma'x! Far'ello won't stop shovin' me!"
I'm behind all of these kids, and I'm wondering why my name is still called. Do they even -know- that Birman is here?
"Everyone, quiet!" Nope, that wasn't me.
Silence falls among the line of children, and I see them all staring up at a fuming Birman.
"No fighting, no touching, no whining, or else -no-," she glares at each person. "Ice cream."
A collective gasp and silence, once more. It is short lived, however, a few minutes later, with excited chatter about the kind of ice cream they wanted to get.
"I think I'm gonna get 'Strawberry Cheesecake'."
"I like 'Chocolate'." [1]
"I've never tried 'Pink Bubblegum'."
"Is 'Oreo' good?"
"Have ya ever tried 'French Vanilla'?"
Hearing all of these different flavours of ice cream, my stomach starts to growl. I've always liked their 'Reese's Peanut Butter Cup'...
We have reached the edge of the neighbourhood, and a wonderful scene greets us. On our right are still more homes, however the left gives us a breathtaking view of the community's cherished pond; surrounded by a great forest, it is home to many different critters and Canadian geese. As we follow the path that lays alongside the pond, an art gallery comes into our view. By now, we've reached the entrance to the community's Main Street. It is located on a very small road, but it hosts many beautiful attractions. The road is filled with over a dozen old homes, probably over a hundred-years-old, which were turned into little shops or restaurants to attract tourists. [2]
The kids eagerly walk across the street without any problems, like a flock of ducklings following their mother duck, Birman. I see people wandering the street stop and stare at our big group. I hear them "ooh" and "ah" at the sweet, obedient children, and laugh and giggle at the adorable group. Never once did I hear anything about how nice and responsible I am for taking care of these "obedient" children.
"We're here!" Birman announces, still at the head of the line. A chorus of cheers follow her declaration.
Before Birman and I are bombarded with demands and questions, I clear my throat and order in a loud voice, "We will buy your ice cream -two- at a time. The rest will -stay here- and wait for their turn."
I turn to Birman. "-You're- staying here to watch the kids, while I go in to buy the ice cream."
She rolls her eyes at me. "Yes, Mom."
I keep looking at her. "I... Uh... Need some money."
I watch her rummage through her small handbag, and take out a wad of cash.
"You're lucky Daddy gave me my allowance this morning." she says, smiling at me.
It's time for me to roll -my- eyes. "You mean to tell me your Daddy doesn't give you daily allowances everyday now?"
After handing over Aya to Birman, I turn towards the first two boys I see.
"Omi and Nagi, your turn first."
"Yay!" Omi cries, gleefully.
I open the door to 'Baskin Robbins,' and try to balance myself when the two little tykes nearly trample over me to get to the counter.
"Whoa! There's so many!"
"Which one you gonna get, Omi?"
"I 'unno! Um... What's that green one with the chocolate?"
"Tha's a cool colour. You should try it!"
"Which one you gonna get?"
"I like the one with the cookie dough. It tastes like my mommy's cookies before she bakes 'em."
"Tha's so cool! I should try tha' some day!"
"Have you two chosen what you wanted, yet?" I ask, hovering over the two, tiny bodies.
"Yep! I wan' that green one!" Omi declares, giving me a great big grin.
"Can I have the cookie dough one?" Nagi asks, shyly.
"Okay, then." I reply. I turn towards the counter. "One kiddie scoop of 'Mint Chocolate Chip' and another of 'Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough'."
After purchasing their ice cream, we walk back out, and I collect the next two kids.
Ken runs inside, happily and heads towards the counter. Fortunately, Ran walks inside in a much more quiet fashion.
"What would yo --"
"I want 'Strawberry Cheesecake'!" Ken yells up at the man behind the counter.
The man looks at me questioningly, and I smile at him, nervously.
"I like 'Chocolate'." Ran tells me, softly.
"A kiddie scoop of 'Strawberry Cheesecake' and another of 'Chocolate'." I tell the man.
I collect the next couple of kids.
"What're you gonna get, Farf?" Yoji asks the pirate-looking kid.
"'Nutty Coconut' sounds cool." Farfarello replies. Typical.
"I think I'll have 'Gold Medal Ribbon'."
"A kiddie scoop of each, please." I tell the man.
When I walk outside with the two kids, I hear yelling and shouting coming from the small group of kids.
"Four-eyes!"
"Incompetent fool!"
"Nerd!"
"Stupid redhead!"
"Hey! Ran's got red hair, too, but he's not stupid!" Ken cries out, in defense.
"Well, -this- redhead is!" Bradley points an accusing finger at Schuldich.
"Just 'cause you're the only one interested in the -stupid- ako-system --"
"It's -ecosystem-! Your brain's too small to even comprehend such a simple term!"
"Stop usin' such stupid words!"
"Then stop bein' so -stupid-!"
"Hey, hey! What's going on, here?" I stomp my foot on the ground, in front of the two bickering kids.
Bradley points at the redhead again. "He insulted my research paper I was tellin' 'em about --"
"-No one- was listenin' to your -stupid- speech 'bout the ako-system --"
"It's -ecosystem-!" Bradley cried out exasperately.
"No one cares!"
"-I- care!"
"Only 'cause your -boring-!"
"At least I'm not -stupid-!"
"Bradley! -No one- is stupid!" I interrupt.
"Don't call me Bradley!" Bradley yells back.
"Hah! -Bradley-! -Bradley-!" Schuldich howls out, laughing hysterically.
"Why you --"
"Birman! I thought I told you to -watch- them!" I turn towards my so- called best friend.
"I did watch them. I saw the whole thing." she tells me, cluelessly.
I growl out in fustration.
Grabbing the still squabbling kids, I drag them into the shop to purchase their ice cream.
After paying for a kiddie scoop of 'Pink Bubblegum' for Schuldich and a 'Jamoca Almond Fudge' for Bradley, we walk out of the shop. Finally, we can go home now.
However, as I step back onto the sidewalk, I see Birman looking at my apologetically.
"They said they wanted to go to the pond, to play with the ducks." she informs me.
It took everything in me just to keep a groan from escaping my lips. Reluctantly, I nodded, and followed the throng of children, walking towards the pond.
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes:
[1] Who do you think said those two lines? Ran and Ken, of course! Sorry, fei! I took the idea from your fic "Strawberry and Chocolate" (which was very good, by the way). I just couldn't resist! They're my favourite couple!
[2] That was an actual description of the Main Street I live near. It's actually one of my most favourite places to be. If anybody is interested, it's called Main Street Unionville, located in Markham, Ontario, Canada. (Yes, I'm Canadian)
Again, I apologize for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors you may find!
Please review/comment! Am I boring you, yet?
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: I am -very- surprised by all the positive reviews I've been receiving. Thank you again to all those who have taken the time to review the fic! Specifically...
Jin (share KenKen? Sure! *sees Ran giving her "the look".*), Sailor Nova (if you ever plan to use that game, I hope you don't find yourself with the same problem Manx did!) , trinchardin, siberian, chrise, The Shattered Angel, Yami No Tenshi, fei, Kimiki, and monophobia!
***
The Baby-Sitter:
Chapter Four:
"Hiya Birm'n!"
"Birm'n!"
"Who's that guy?"
"Nagi an' I've been good! See?"
"Can ya really see us without bein' here?"
"I can read minds! Can you?"
"Ice cream!"
Hehe. Poor, poor Birman. I heave a huge sigh of relief when I see my best friend enter the living room with her young charge, Bradley. I watch the expression on her face change from confident to surprise to distress. Well, at least now I don't have to face this dilemma alone.
"The kids want to go to 'Baskin Robbins' for ice cream." I inform her. "I told them to wait for you, before we go."
She looks at the group of children, all eager and ready to take a small field trip to the nearest ice cream shop.
"Ice cream!" Aya demands, once again.
I gesture towards the little girl, for emphasis. "I hope you have money on you."
She brushes the comment right off, as if I were asking what colour shirt she was wearing. Did I tell you that her father was loaded? "Alright, let's go for ice cream!" she declares.
Loud cheering and squeals from the children, before they jet off towards the closet for their shoes.
"Quit shovin'!"
"Then hurry up, ya slow-poke!"
"Move over!"
"Hey! I can't get my other shoe!"
"Ma'x, could ya help me tie my shoelaces?"
"I can teach ya, Nagi. It's easy!"
"Ran taught -me- how ta tie my shoelaces a -long- time ago!"
After getting everyone ready, I open the door to let the squabbling kids fight their way out. I quickly take Aya away from the crowd, and let her settle on my right hip. Bradley is the last to leave.
"Why do -I- have to be here?" he angrily demands of me. "-I- was busy at home doing extensive research for my summer project."
"Oh?" I ask, curiously. "And what kind of research is this?"
"I was busy studying the different graphs on the internet, that describe how the businesses, my father invested in, are doing. I believe that if I study them accurately enough, I can also try to predict how the company will turn out in the near future. That way, I can tell my father which businesses he should continue to invest in, or which ones he should give up on. So far, my research tells me th --"
"You're tryin' ta predi't the future?" Ken asks him, curiously.
Bradley looks down at the brunette in disgust, angry for being interrupted in the middle of his little speech.
"-No-. I'm not trying to predict the future. I do not believe in such trivial things. Psychics are merely regular humans with no lives and a useless imagination. They believe in what they would -like- to believe, instead of what is really there. -I- accept all that happens to the world, and -I- don't doubt the truths that science and mathematics bring to society."
Ken stares at him, with a completely clueless expression on his face. By this time, Ran has joined our little circle.
"He said he can't tell the future." Ran explains, in that quiet voice of his.
Ken looks at Ran in comprehension, smiles, and nods his head. "Oh!" He turns his head up towards Bradley again. "That's alright! I can't tell the future, either!" With that, he skips off towards the other children, with Ran following close behind.
I look down at the very annoyed twelve-year-old. "He's only four." I tell him.
He growls at me, unappreciatively. "I'm never gonna have kids."
With Birman leading the small lineup and Bradley and I bringing up the rear, we all march towards Main Street to get some much needed ice cream. However, with these kids, there is never without -some- misfortune, along the way.
"Yoji! Stop steppin' on my shoe!"
"I'm not touchin' you!"
"Omi, could ya walk any slower?"
"I'm goin' as fast as I can!"
"Ow! Quit pokin' me!"
"My shoelaces are untied!"
"Ma'x! Yoji won' stop steppin' on my shoe!"
"Ma'x! Someone won' stop pokin' me!"
"Ma'x... I dunno how ta tie shoelaces."
"Ma'x! Far'ello won't stop shovin' me!"
I'm behind all of these kids, and I'm wondering why my name is still called. Do they even -know- that Birman is here?
"Everyone, quiet!" Nope, that wasn't me.
Silence falls among the line of children, and I see them all staring up at a fuming Birman.
"No fighting, no touching, no whining, or else -no-," she glares at each person. "Ice cream."
A collective gasp and silence, once more. It is short lived, however, a few minutes later, with excited chatter about the kind of ice cream they wanted to get.
"I think I'm gonna get 'Strawberry Cheesecake'."
"I like 'Chocolate'." [1]
"I've never tried 'Pink Bubblegum'."
"Is 'Oreo' good?"
"Have ya ever tried 'French Vanilla'?"
Hearing all of these different flavours of ice cream, my stomach starts to growl. I've always liked their 'Reese's Peanut Butter Cup'...
We have reached the edge of the neighbourhood, and a wonderful scene greets us. On our right are still more homes, however the left gives us a breathtaking view of the community's cherished pond; surrounded by a great forest, it is home to many different critters and Canadian geese. As we follow the path that lays alongside the pond, an art gallery comes into our view. By now, we've reached the entrance to the community's Main Street. It is located on a very small road, but it hosts many beautiful attractions. The road is filled with over a dozen old homes, probably over a hundred-years-old, which were turned into little shops or restaurants to attract tourists. [2]
The kids eagerly walk across the street without any problems, like a flock of ducklings following their mother duck, Birman. I see people wandering the street stop and stare at our big group. I hear them "ooh" and "ah" at the sweet, obedient children, and laugh and giggle at the adorable group. Never once did I hear anything about how nice and responsible I am for taking care of these "obedient" children.
"We're here!" Birman announces, still at the head of the line. A chorus of cheers follow her declaration.
Before Birman and I are bombarded with demands and questions, I clear my throat and order in a loud voice, "We will buy your ice cream -two- at a time. The rest will -stay here- and wait for their turn."
I turn to Birman. "-You're- staying here to watch the kids, while I go in to buy the ice cream."
She rolls her eyes at me. "Yes, Mom."
I keep looking at her. "I... Uh... Need some money."
I watch her rummage through her small handbag, and take out a wad of cash.
"You're lucky Daddy gave me my allowance this morning." she says, smiling at me.
It's time for me to roll -my- eyes. "You mean to tell me your Daddy doesn't give you daily allowances everyday now?"
After handing over Aya to Birman, I turn towards the first two boys I see.
"Omi and Nagi, your turn first."
"Yay!" Omi cries, gleefully.
I open the door to 'Baskin Robbins,' and try to balance myself when the two little tykes nearly trample over me to get to the counter.
"Whoa! There's so many!"
"Which one you gonna get, Omi?"
"I 'unno! Um... What's that green one with the chocolate?"
"Tha's a cool colour. You should try it!"
"Which one you gonna get?"
"I like the one with the cookie dough. It tastes like my mommy's cookies before she bakes 'em."
"Tha's so cool! I should try tha' some day!"
"Have you two chosen what you wanted, yet?" I ask, hovering over the two, tiny bodies.
"Yep! I wan' that green one!" Omi declares, giving me a great big grin.
"Can I have the cookie dough one?" Nagi asks, shyly.
"Okay, then." I reply. I turn towards the counter. "One kiddie scoop of 'Mint Chocolate Chip' and another of 'Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough'."
After purchasing their ice cream, we walk back out, and I collect the next two kids.
Ken runs inside, happily and heads towards the counter. Fortunately, Ran walks inside in a much more quiet fashion.
"What would yo --"
"I want 'Strawberry Cheesecake'!" Ken yells up at the man behind the counter.
The man looks at me questioningly, and I smile at him, nervously.
"I like 'Chocolate'." Ran tells me, softly.
"A kiddie scoop of 'Strawberry Cheesecake' and another of 'Chocolate'." I tell the man.
I collect the next couple of kids.
"What're you gonna get, Farf?" Yoji asks the pirate-looking kid.
"'Nutty Coconut' sounds cool." Farfarello replies. Typical.
"I think I'll have 'Gold Medal Ribbon'."
"A kiddie scoop of each, please." I tell the man.
When I walk outside with the two kids, I hear yelling and shouting coming from the small group of kids.
"Four-eyes!"
"Incompetent fool!"
"Nerd!"
"Stupid redhead!"
"Hey! Ran's got red hair, too, but he's not stupid!" Ken cries out, in defense.
"Well, -this- redhead is!" Bradley points an accusing finger at Schuldich.
"Just 'cause you're the only one interested in the -stupid- ako-system --"
"It's -ecosystem-! Your brain's too small to even comprehend such a simple term!"
"Stop usin' such stupid words!"
"Then stop bein' so -stupid-!"
"Hey, hey! What's going on, here?" I stomp my foot on the ground, in front of the two bickering kids.
Bradley points at the redhead again. "He insulted my research paper I was tellin' 'em about --"
"-No one- was listenin' to your -stupid- speech 'bout the ako-system --"
"It's -ecosystem-!" Bradley cried out exasperately.
"No one cares!"
"-I- care!"
"Only 'cause your -boring-!"
"At least I'm not -stupid-!"
"Bradley! -No one- is stupid!" I interrupt.
"Don't call me Bradley!" Bradley yells back.
"Hah! -Bradley-! -Bradley-!" Schuldich howls out, laughing hysterically.
"Why you --"
"Birman! I thought I told you to -watch- them!" I turn towards my so- called best friend.
"I did watch them. I saw the whole thing." she tells me, cluelessly.
I growl out in fustration.
Grabbing the still squabbling kids, I drag them into the shop to purchase their ice cream.
After paying for a kiddie scoop of 'Pink Bubblegum' for Schuldich and a 'Jamoca Almond Fudge' for Bradley, we walk out of the shop. Finally, we can go home now.
However, as I step back onto the sidewalk, I see Birman looking at my apologetically.
"They said they wanted to go to the pond, to play with the ducks." she informs me.
It took everything in me just to keep a groan from escaping my lips. Reluctantly, I nodded, and followed the throng of children, walking towards the pond.
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes:
[1] Who do you think said those two lines? Ran and Ken, of course! Sorry, fei! I took the idea from your fic "Strawberry and Chocolate" (which was very good, by the way). I just couldn't resist! They're my favourite couple!
[2] That was an actual description of the Main Street I live near. It's actually one of my most favourite places to be. If anybody is interested, it's called Main Street Unionville, located in Markham, Ontario, Canada. (Yes, I'm Canadian)
Again, I apologize for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors you may find!
Please review/comment! Am I boring you, yet?