~ 5 ~
Spoiled Rotten
What can I say, I'm soft on kids. One time the neighbors across the street hired me to take care of their five-year-old daughter and her baby sister and what do I do? I take them to Frosty's Ice Cream Parlor for ice cream an hour before dinner! Their parents ignored me for two weeks. _;;;
Take my advice, if you want to hire a babysitter, don't ask me. I mean, even Sara isn't stupid enough to trust me with her 10-year-old brother and she pratically let's him get away with everything. What's up with that!?
You're probably wondering why I'm talking about how lousey I am at babysitting. Well, remember in the last chapter when I stepped out for some air? I decided to head into Tokyo and do some window shopping. My stomach soon growled and Burger Dog had been closed for repairs due to a robbery set by Strike and his Notorious gang. Where was a hungry guy like me going to eat?
Where else? "Homebody's Pizza Playpen". The only Pizza Parlor in Tokyo that sets off both Burger Dog and Sushi Planet's highlights, and it's not just because it's the only place overun by cats.
Homebody's Pizza Playpen was the only place where the manager would do anything to stay on top. If they were even 1% below budget, the manager would tear the place down and making it more fancier than it already was. Why I still come here is probably because they would make any pizza, despite what some people say about it (I get a million expressions from some people watching me eat a pepperoni pizza with jalapenos and extra wasabi and that sometimes drives me bonkers _).
As I was heading to the parlor, I heard complaining and turned to see the same 12-year-old from the club last week being dragged out of a candy store by a shoulder long, black haired man in a black business suit. There was a trench coat hanging off his shoulders like a cape and round shades. His hair was tied back in a loose ponytail.
"I can see why Strike wouldn't even think about kidnapping you." The guy grunted as the girl was pratically on her knees, screaming and crying, "Trying to get you to come with me is as rediculous as showing up to work in a clown suit!"
Her mouse jumped on the guy's arm and bit his wrist. He screamed in pain and grabbed it, pulling out a pocket knife.
"Stupid toy!" The guy growled.
"Don't hurt him!" the kid demanded.
"Do as I say and I'll spare him. Otherwise..." he said as he flipped a small blade from the pocket knife. The mouse squeeled as the blade rested on its throat.
I couldn't just stand there and let this guy bully her and walked up to him, grabbing the wrist that was holding the mouse and squeezed it until the guy was screaming in pain from the fire on my palms. He dropped the mouse and the pocket knife and yanked his hand off, covering it as blood seeped through the spaces between his fingers.
"Hey, kid! Who do you think you are, coming here and interupting me like that!?" the guy snapped.
"Oh, my bad," I said sarcatically, "I forgot to knock." I then punched the guy in the face, knocking him to the ground, unconscious.
"WOW! THAT WAS COOL!" the girl shouted. I wasn't sure if she was crying just to annoy him or was really scared out of her mind, "I can't wait to tell Cutter what happened today!"
The girl then runs ahead of me before I had a chance to get her name. I shrugged and continued onward until I saw her running towards Frosty's Ice Cream Parlor.
Oh, well, since it IS hot, I might as well get something to snack on, which meant the pizza would have to wait. I then looked at the girl who was rummaged through her pockets until she pulled them insideout.
"Aw, I never should've spent them at the arcade! Now what'll I do!?" she complained. Normally, I'd ignore this and go in, but I couldn't resist having to spend MY money getting her ice cream. Reluctently, I ended up buying her a strawberry sundae with extra hot fudge. Me? I just got two scoops of chocolate chip and vanilla.
We walked down the sidewalk, eatting ice cream until we came across Homebody's Pizza Playpen, which had so many lights that a person would have to wear shades in order to avoid going blind. The girl ran ahead of me and into the parlor, shouting "CUTTER, I'M HERE!!!"
I walked inside to see her sitting at the counter. A minute later, a 27-year-old guy with blonde hair that reached his waist and was tied back in a loose ponytail ran over to the counter. He wore a light blue sweater, black slacks, a green cape and leather gloves. He also had an X-like scar on both sides of his cheeks.
"Where've you been!? Do you even know what time it is!?" the guy shouted as I took a seat on the stool next to the girl.
"Sorry, Cutter," she said, "I was trying to get to the resturant as fast as I could, but some guy tried to kidnap me." Cutter's eyes widened and his jaw hung open.
"He what!?"
"Yeah, but I'm alright now." she then points to me, "this man saved me! You should've seen him! He walked right up to that mean old bully and punched him in the face." Cutter's eyes went from wide to bug eyed and his jaw almost hit the counter. I can see where this was going to go, and it ain't pretty.
The girl reached over to Cutter, took his jaw and pushed it shut. Cutter shook his head and sighed.
"Well...that was...very brave of him," he said. He then mumbled, "and stupid."
"Hey! It's better than seeing her get dragged across the city by some guy threatening her." I spat. Cutter pretended he didn't hear me.
"Anyway, it's almost lunch time. I've got your cheese pizza ready." Cutter went into the kitchen and later returned with a medium size, cheese pizza. I just sat there, praying she'd eat it, but she just stared at it.
"Hey, are you feeling okay?" Cutter asked. I gulped slightly and straightened the collar of my jumpsuit.
"I'm not hungry," she mumbled. Cutter was panicking...and it showed.
"What!? Are you sick!? Sh-should I call your parents!?" he yelled running back and forth and flayling his arms like an idiot.
"No! I'm not sick," the girl said, pointing to me, "he bought me ice cream before I came here."
Cutter was red in the face and there was steam coming out of his ears. I was now covered in sweat as he turned to me with his fingers wingling, as if he was going to strangle me.
"You BOUGHT her ice cream before lunchr!?" he growled.
"Well...uh...I'm used to eatting later than she does." I gulped, laughing nervously.
"What were you thinking, spoiling her appitite like that!?" My mouth twitched several times before I dropped my head on the counter. Once again, I nearly had my head bitten off by ANOTHER pissed off relative of a child.
What can I say, I'm soft on kids. One time the neighbors across the street hired me to take care of their five-year-old daughter and her baby sister and what do I do? I take them to Frosty's Ice Cream Parlor for ice cream an hour before dinner! Their parents ignored me for two weeks. _;;;
Take my advice, if you want to hire a babysitter, don't ask me. I mean, even Sara isn't stupid enough to trust me with her 10-year-old brother and she pratically let's him get away with everything. What's up with that!?
You're probably wondering why I'm talking about how lousey I am at babysitting. Well, remember in the last chapter when I stepped out for some air? I decided to head into Tokyo and do some window shopping. My stomach soon growled and Burger Dog had been closed for repairs due to a robbery set by Strike and his Notorious gang. Where was a hungry guy like me going to eat?
Where else? "Homebody's Pizza Playpen". The only Pizza Parlor in Tokyo that sets off both Burger Dog and Sushi Planet's highlights, and it's not just because it's the only place overun by cats.
Homebody's Pizza Playpen was the only place where the manager would do anything to stay on top. If they were even 1% below budget, the manager would tear the place down and making it more fancier than it already was. Why I still come here is probably because they would make any pizza, despite what some people say about it (I get a million expressions from some people watching me eat a pepperoni pizza with jalapenos and extra wasabi and that sometimes drives me bonkers _).
As I was heading to the parlor, I heard complaining and turned to see the same 12-year-old from the club last week being dragged out of a candy store by a shoulder long, black haired man in a black business suit. There was a trench coat hanging off his shoulders like a cape and round shades. His hair was tied back in a loose ponytail.
"I can see why Strike wouldn't even think about kidnapping you." The guy grunted as the girl was pratically on her knees, screaming and crying, "Trying to get you to come with me is as rediculous as showing up to work in a clown suit!"
Her mouse jumped on the guy's arm and bit his wrist. He screamed in pain and grabbed it, pulling out a pocket knife.
"Stupid toy!" The guy growled.
"Don't hurt him!" the kid demanded.
"Do as I say and I'll spare him. Otherwise..." he said as he flipped a small blade from the pocket knife. The mouse squeeled as the blade rested on its throat.
I couldn't just stand there and let this guy bully her and walked up to him, grabbing the wrist that was holding the mouse and squeezed it until the guy was screaming in pain from the fire on my palms. He dropped the mouse and the pocket knife and yanked his hand off, covering it as blood seeped through the spaces between his fingers.
"Hey, kid! Who do you think you are, coming here and interupting me like that!?" the guy snapped.
"Oh, my bad," I said sarcatically, "I forgot to knock." I then punched the guy in the face, knocking him to the ground, unconscious.
"WOW! THAT WAS COOL!" the girl shouted. I wasn't sure if she was crying just to annoy him or was really scared out of her mind, "I can't wait to tell Cutter what happened today!"
The girl then runs ahead of me before I had a chance to get her name. I shrugged and continued onward until I saw her running towards Frosty's Ice Cream Parlor.
Oh, well, since it IS hot, I might as well get something to snack on, which meant the pizza would have to wait. I then looked at the girl who was rummaged through her pockets until she pulled them insideout.
"Aw, I never should've spent them at the arcade! Now what'll I do!?" she complained. Normally, I'd ignore this and go in, but I couldn't resist having to spend MY money getting her ice cream. Reluctently, I ended up buying her a strawberry sundae with extra hot fudge. Me? I just got two scoops of chocolate chip and vanilla.
We walked down the sidewalk, eatting ice cream until we came across Homebody's Pizza Playpen, which had so many lights that a person would have to wear shades in order to avoid going blind. The girl ran ahead of me and into the parlor, shouting "CUTTER, I'M HERE!!!"
I walked inside to see her sitting at the counter. A minute later, a 27-year-old guy with blonde hair that reached his waist and was tied back in a loose ponytail ran over to the counter. He wore a light blue sweater, black slacks, a green cape and leather gloves. He also had an X-like scar on both sides of his cheeks.
"Where've you been!? Do you even know what time it is!?" the guy shouted as I took a seat on the stool next to the girl.
"Sorry, Cutter," she said, "I was trying to get to the resturant as fast as I could, but some guy tried to kidnap me." Cutter's eyes widened and his jaw hung open.
"He what!?"
"Yeah, but I'm alright now." she then points to me, "this man saved me! You should've seen him! He walked right up to that mean old bully and punched him in the face." Cutter's eyes went from wide to bug eyed and his jaw almost hit the counter. I can see where this was going to go, and it ain't pretty.
The girl reached over to Cutter, took his jaw and pushed it shut. Cutter shook his head and sighed.
"Well...that was...very brave of him," he said. He then mumbled, "and stupid."
"Hey! It's better than seeing her get dragged across the city by some guy threatening her." I spat. Cutter pretended he didn't hear me.
"Anyway, it's almost lunch time. I've got your cheese pizza ready." Cutter went into the kitchen and later returned with a medium size, cheese pizza. I just sat there, praying she'd eat it, but she just stared at it.
"Hey, are you feeling okay?" Cutter asked. I gulped slightly and straightened the collar of my jumpsuit.
"I'm not hungry," she mumbled. Cutter was panicking...and it showed.
"What!? Are you sick!? Sh-should I call your parents!?" he yelled running back and forth and flayling his arms like an idiot.
"No! I'm not sick," the girl said, pointing to me, "he bought me ice cream before I came here."
Cutter was red in the face and there was steam coming out of his ears. I was now covered in sweat as he turned to me with his fingers wingling, as if he was going to strangle me.
"You BOUGHT her ice cream before lunchr!?" he growled.
"Well...uh...I'm used to eatting later than she does." I gulped, laughing nervously.
"What were you thinking, spoiling her appitite like that!?" My mouth twitched several times before I dropped my head on the counter. Once again, I nearly had my head bitten off by ANOTHER pissed off relative of a child.