In Smaller Proportions

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Yup. I'm back. I took a long time, I know, but I had life to deal with. Plus, my neighbor got dumped, and developed a disturbing liking for "Achy Breaky Heart" at two o'clock in the morning. For three whole days.

PJ

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"Kids! I'm home!"

Shigure stood at the doorway, carefully removing his shoes. There was a distinct commotion going on somewhere in the house, but that was it.

Shigure felt a little offended. "Don't I at least get a greeting?"

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The ominous presence continued to watch from the hiding spot that, for some ridiculous reason, had not been found out yet.

The person frowned, eyebrows narrowing.

Be careful with what you wish for, Doggy.

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"SHIGURE!!!"

Shigure dropped his left shoe in shock. As said shoe hit the floor with a dull "thud", something mostly blurred, but with distinct orange, appeared before him.

Kyo, in a fury that was a little more than normal for his person, was glaring daggers at Shigure. If looks could kill, Shigure would be gone, gone, gone, and gone. Never mind six feet under. He might as well be having tea with Lucifer in the King of Hell's headquarters.

Before Shigure could make a comment, Kyo held up the innocently happy Chibi-Kyo, almost shoving the toddle into the adult's face.

Chibi-Kyo grinned and flapped his arms delightedly at Shigure.

"Aw, hey there! Missed me?"

Shigure cooed and took Chibi-Kyo from Kyo.

Wait a minute.

...from KYO?!

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What did I say, Doggy?

Oy vey.

The person sighed wearily and continued watching.

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But Shigure, still in the process of adjusting, seemed vaguely traumatized. He looked down at the smiling Chibi-Kyo, then looked up at the growling Kyo, then down again, then up again. He couldn't even bring himself to stutter.

"Welcome back, Shigure," Yuki muttered, as he made his appearance as well. "As you can see, it looks like we've been had."

"That, or else..." Shigure's head gears started to whir as he fully recovered. He glanced suspiciously at Kyo. "Have you been mucking around in some deserted alley lately?"

What happened next could only be described as the baby replicate of Third Impact in Tokyo-3.

Shigure twitched on the floor for a while before summing up enough strength to get back on his feet. "I was kidding."

"It wasn't even funny."

Shigure looked hurt. "Well, I thought it was."

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The person snickered evilly.

So did I, Doggy! So did I!

That does not matter now, though.

The person rose, wearing a pretty good smirk.

Time to make my grand entrance.

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Time found the writer, the lady of the house, the prince of the school and two orange heads seated around the kotatsu, with the smaller orange head looking from one to another in puzzlement.

"Well, one thing's for sure," Yuki finally said. "There's no such thing as two Kyos." As if one wasn't bad enough.

"Well said, Yuki," Shigure replied, seriousness radiating from his very person. "That could only mean one thing."

In the blink of an eye, Kyo found himself staring down an index finger pointed directly at his nose.

"Imposter!" bellowed Shigure, who owned said finger. "Reveal your true self this instant!"

The baby replicate of the Third Impact in Tokyo-3 made a short comeback.

"This Kyo is the real one, dumb mutt," Yuki muttered, trying to coax an agitated blood vessel against popping.

"I can see that, now," Shigure replied, groaning from the spot on the floor that Kyo had ground him into.

"In that case..." Yuki trailed off, reaching across and picking up Chibi-Kyo. The toddler smiled, reached up and played with a few strands of gray hair.

"Who are you?"

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Still on the way of the grand entrance, the person had to clean out a set of clothing and a head of hair.

Stupid leaves and twigs.

It's one of those times that I really don't like autumn.

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"Ah! Maybe he's a wrong delivery!"

Three males, with confusion etched all over their faces, turned to give one Honda Tohru their undivided attention.

"I mean, another family must have asked for him, and the delivery man made a mistake and brought him here instead."

If he was seated on a chair, Kyo was certain that he would have fallen out of it by now.

"Delivery men do not deliver babies...in that sense, of course," Yuki explained wearily.

"Oh."

"Besides," Yuki continued, carefully extracting his hair from the inquisitive child's grasp. "We're quite a distance from town. There can't be any mistake in deliveries of anything."

"That is absolutely correct! There is no mistake!"

They all turned to look toward the door, where the declaration had come from.

Chibi-Kyo squeaked in delight as he recognized the familiar face.

Yuki shot to his feet, a mixture of surprise and disgusted irritation on his features. "You!"

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