AN: Well guys…Two chapter in one posting…I hope everyone's enjoying this creative spree while it lasts.
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Jina had just climbed into bed when Schuldig contacted her.
'Did you miss me, Kitten?'
'Why didn't you bring the kids like you were supposed to?'
'Consider it part of your punishment for last night.'
'That's hardly fair! I haven't seen them in a month!'
'I suppose I could punish you in other ways…'
'Ecchi!'
'Please keep your perversion to a minimum.' Sora's voice interjected. 'I'm trying to sleep.'
'Sorry, dear sister.'
'That's another thing.' Jina said. 'Why do you feel I need a babysitter?'
'Show me I don't have to worry about you telling your dear Ken-kun, and I'll tell Kätzchen to leave.'
'Ken-kun? Why would I tell him any sooner then one of the others?'
'You forget, Kitten, I can read your mind. I know about that dream you had last week.'
Jina began to blush a bit. 'I don't know what you're talking about.'
'Don't try and hide it, Kitten.' Sora said. 'I could tell how you felt at the park earlier.'
'Would you two stop teaming up on me so I can get some sleep? I've got to open up tomorrow.'
'Night Kitten.' Both telepaths said, before leaving her to her own thoughts.
She rolled over, and pulled the covers up around her. 'So what if I…might….like Ken…a little…? That doesn't mean I can't still do my job. I've got priorities after all.'
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The next morning, Jina woke to pounding on her door. She looked at her clock, which read 4:30 am. She slowly climbed out of bed and made her way to the door. Pulling it open, she was surprised to see Aya.
"Something wrong?" She asked sleepily.
"No…I just thought I'd better wake you in time to open shop."
She suppressed a small yawn. "But we don't open for another two hours…"
"Oh…I guess I forgot to tell you…we're opening an hour early today." He turned, as if to walk off. "And closing an hour later. We're having a semi-annual sale." With that, the red head was gone.
Jina closed her door and began to dress.
'That man is evil.' She decided. 'Aya doesn't believe in sales…this must be some new way to torture me.'
Sora mumbled something incoherent from where she slept.
With one last, longing look at her bed, she finished dressing and started to the kitchen for breakfast.
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Jina was handling the sale relatively well, dealing with the sparse groups of old people stopping in from time to time…until time came for school to let out.
"Where's Aya?" One girl in the mass asked.
"And Ken?" Another piped up.
"We want Youji!" Another demanded.
'Do these girls have one track minds or what?' She pondered with a sigh. "It's just me today…sorry girls…"
Sora, who had come down around lunchtime, gave a small laugh. She hadn't done much to help, but instead just sat there watching with interest. "Don't feel too bad, Kitten, I think I see a fanboy coming…There's a slight chance he's here for you."
Jina sighed, staring out at the mob. She then spotted a familiar face trying to make his way through the crowd. "Omi-kun!" she smiled happily.
"Oh well, I guess I was wrong…" Sora said with a small laugh.
"It's Omi!" One girl exclaimed, and Jina had to admit she felt bad for the teen. He finally made his way into the shop and gave a small sigh.
"Hi, Jina-chan!" He hailed.
"Omi-kun…remind me to double check and make sure there no sales on the days I offer to work solo." She said with a small sigh.
"Sale?" Omi repeated. "There wasn't any sale scheduled for today." He then though for a moment. "Although that does explain why you opened so early."
"So there wasn't a semi-annual sale?"
"How can it be semi-annual if we've never had one?"
"I knew that man was evil incarnate!" Jina said with a small growl, slamming her fist on the counter.
"Let me get an apron." Omi said. "I'll give you a hand."
"No you won't." A voice said behind the two.
"It's Aya!" A girl exclaimed.
Aya took a few steps forward, ignoring the fangirls. "Jina said she'd work today alone, and that's what she'll do." He said matter-of-factly. He then turned his gaze to Jina. "And by the way, although that is an interesting nickname, most people just call me Aya."
With that, the redhead turned to leave, Omi tagging sadly along behind him with a quiet. "Sorry, Jina-chan."
Suddenly, an evil idea struck. "Ne, Aya-san…could I try my own promotion…to see if I can sell more flowers…?"
"If it sells more, then sure, go ahead." Aya commented. "As long as you don't lower the prices any."
"Oh, I won't." She promised.
Sora caught what she was planning and gave a small laugh. 'Good revenge, Kitten.'
Waiting until Aya was gone, Jina grabbed a small piece of paper and made a quick sign.
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Jina closed up shop that night with a proud smile on her face. She had managed to sell everything not already reserved for private orders. After the fangirls finally cleared out, a nice wave of fanboys showed up. Where as Jina herself didn't really care, Sora had happily increased the size of her little black book considerably. The two women made their way upstairs, just in time for dinner, it appeared.
A ringing noise was heard, and Aya hastily pulled his cell phone out, answering it with a simple. "What?"
A hyperactive sounding voice could be heard, and Aya hung up quickly, putting the phone back in his pocket.
"Who was that?" Youji asked, a note of interest in his voice.
"Fangirl." Aya replied, annoyed.
"Another one?" ken asked.
"How'd they get your number?" Omi questioned.
With a small cough, Jina turned to go. "I'd better wash up before I eat, ne?" She said to no one in particular.
Sora just laughed and followed her out of the room.
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About midnight, all four members of Schwartz woke up to the sound of crying.
"Mein Gott…they just went to sleep a couple hours ago!" Schuldig exclaimed as he met Crawford and Nagi in the hallway. "Go check on them, Chibi."
"I had Seika attached to my waist all day...and I have school tomorrow…I'm going back to bed."
Schuldig turned his gaze to Crawford.
"No."
All three stood there determined not to go, barely noticing when Farfarello left his room, and entered the one the children were in. A moment later, the crying stopped.
"Oh well…Farfie handled it." Schuldig said. He, Nagi, and Crawford turned sleepily back towards their rooms before stopping suddenly.
"Farfarello!" All three exclaimed, bolting for the nursery.
Crawford threw the door open, and lead the other two in. All three stopped and stared at what they saw.
There sat Berserker, in a rocking chair with Seika in his lap, and a baby in each arm.
"Shhh." He said. "They just went back to sleep."
Schuldig walked over and picked up the small girl, checking her pulse as he put her back in her bed. 'She's still alive.' He then took the babies and put them in the small crib.
"Eikou-kun was hungry, Kokkou-chan needed changing, and their crying woke up Seika-chan." The Irishman explained once they were out in the hall.
"I must admit…I'm very surprised." Schuldig said. "I didn't think you'd like children much."
"Why wouldn't I?" Farfarello asked.
"Why would you?" Nagi questioned.
"Seika makes you watch Barney with her…Barney makes God cry."
"Barney makes me want to." Nagi commented with a sad sigh.
"She also put makeup on Crawford's face when he was asleep." Farfarello continued. "Men in makeup make God cry."
Crawford sighed, trying to forget how much Schuldig had carried on when he saw."
"Eikou and Kokkou keep waking everyone up in the middle of the night, so you can't sleep. And insomnia hurts God too." The insane Irishman finished with a proud smile.
Nagi started to say something, but Schuldig stopped him. 'If it keeps him happy and the kids breathing, then let's just count our blessings and go to sleep.'
The other two nodded, and the four members of Schwartz went off to their own rooms.
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AN: I just loved the slightly twisted idea of Nanny Farfie taking care of the children. Ya know…I've found my feelings for Schwartz slowly changing as of late. Despite anything I might have said before, I honestly don't know where this fic will go. I have some ideas, but all bets are more or less off. I'm kinda just going with the flow. Please let me know how you think it's going.
Now for something I have to get out of my system before I crack: Kenken! Kenken! Kenken! Omitchi! Omitchi! Omitchi!
Every time I tried to type 'Ken-kun' is almost came out 'Kenken' and 'Omi' kept trying to become 'Omitchi'. Don't ask me why…but recently I've started calling those two by their sugary sweet nicknames. I know I'm a fluff writer, but I never thought I was that bad before.
Also…incase you haven't reread the story lately…I've slightly adjusted the children's ages. The babies (Eikou, the little boy, and Kokkou the little girl) are now one…so they can walk a little, etcetera, and Seika is now five. As far as how they fit in with everything exactly…well, you'll have to wait and see.