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Arianna: After a long time of research I have returned!
Erk: Oh, come off it. That is not where you were this whole time.
Arianna: True, but I did find out some stuff about Clarine and Klein. :) They're like the Raven and Priscilla of FE6. Clarine loooooves her brother. Only I don't think she love, loooves him.
Erk: And that took you over four months to figure out?
Arianna: Big exam coming up….I was studying…
Latisha: No you weren't.
Arianna: I was doing all my loads of homework.
Ivan: You're not even back in school yet!
Arianna: Uhhh….family crisis?
Eliwood: Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Arianna: I give up! Oh, by the way, does anyone besides me think Louise had really crappy timing with telling Pent she was pregnant?
-: Scenario Re-enactment :-
Louise: LOOK! It's a dragon! I'm PREGNANT!
Pent: ……….what?
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DISCLAIMER: Just look at the last eight disclaimers. And if you still don't get the message, go look at the disclaimers on all my other stories as well. And while you're there, read the stories.
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"NOOOOO! Please! Don't gooooo!" Pent was begging and gripping tightly to the back of his wife's shirt. It had all started a few weeks ago when Erk had won four tickets to a concert. The problem was there were seven people living in the household of Reglay castle. So Pent, Louise, Erk, Serra, Clarine, Klein, and Amethyst all drew papers from a hat to see who got to go. The result: Erk, Serra, Amy, and Louise were going. Pent was not. Neither were his two children. This presented the dreadful task of BABYSITTING.
"Oh, alright, dear." Louise gave in but Serra quickly stepped up and pulled Louise out of the claws of her desperate husband.
"We all had a fair chance, Lord Pent!" Serra said as she dragged the too-sympathetic-for-her-own-good woman towards the door. Erk opened it and ushered the two ladies and his daughter out the door. Pent stood dejectedly.
"You're leaving me with THEM?" he complained to his student and pointed at his children like they were abominations of death, although at the moment they looked nothing of the sort. Klein was lying on the floor reading a book and Clarine was playing with a doll.
"Goodbyyyyye Lord Pent." Erk called as he closed the door. Pent raced to the window and watched sadly as they got into their carriage and rode off. When they were finally out of sight he slowly turned back around to face his children…..who were still reading a book and playing with a doll.
"Well?" he asked in a voice full of dread.
"Well what?" Klein answered, not even looking up as he turned a page.
"When are you two going to start your rampage of mass destruction?"
"We're not."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"…..really?"
"YES."
"…………really, really?"
"Father, would you be quiet? I'm making a very hard decision here about whether my Bernbie doll should wear the pink skirt with the beige shoes or the black dress with the sandals!" Clarine interjected into what would have been a never ending argument. Pent examined his offspring warily.
"Alright then…..I'll be in my study if you need me." Pent walked down the hall. "Hmmm….maybe they're not such bad kids, after all. Of course they're not! They're my kids! I've raised them properly! I'm a terrific parent! HAHAHAHA!" Pent thought to himself as he dragged some tomes off the shelves in his office.
Meanwhile……
"Is he gone?" Klein asked, finally glancing up from his novel.
"Yup." Clarine answered, throwing her Bernbie doll and all its accessories against the wall. Klein shut his book with a loud thump.
"Okay, then. Here's the plan."
Back in Pentland…..
"Go me! I'm a good parent! Go me!" Pent was saying and dancing a victory dance around his study. He spotted the portrait of his father glaring disapprovingly at him from up on the wall. "HA!" he announced, pointing an accusing finger at it. "You said my kids would be just like me! But you were wrong, for they are…."- Pent drum rolled on his desk - "NON-SPASTIC! Yes, that's right, Father, two children of mine and they're both perfectly calm and well behaved! So there!" he finished and smiled triumphantly. Then he stopped and frowned as he felt like an idiot for talking to a painting. Then he prayed to Elimine that no one would ever write about this and post it for the public to see. He sat back down and began reading his tome again….until someone knocked on his door. He got up and opened it to find an alarmed Klein.
"Father! Clarine is gone!" the distressed young boy said urgently.
"What? What do you mean gone?" Pent exclaimed.
"I was reading my book and when I looked up she was just gone! And when I yelled for her she didn't answer! And I found this note on the ground near her doll!" Klein explained and showed the paper to his father. It was on Bernbie Doll stationary and was written in purple crayon. It read:
"If u ever want to sea you're dawder again leave two hundred gold and a bag of cookies bye the big oak tree outside you're house!"
"No!" Pent yelled, grabbing at his hair. "Getting one of my kids kidnapped by a person who doesn't know what homonyms are will defiantly be a strike against me getting the award for 'Best Father Ever'!"
"What's a homonym?" Klein asked innocently. Pent froze and looked slowly from the paper to his son.
"Klein….did you….write this?" Pent asked, alarmed.
"Nooo…" he answered, drawing out the word slightly. Pent glared.
"Don't lie to me, boy!" he reprimanded angrily.
"I'm not lying! I didn't write it! Clarine did!" the little boy protested, then clamped a hand over his mouth in horror.
"AHA!" Pent exclaimed. Klein snapped his fingers.
"DARN! We've been found out!" Klein yelled. Clarine crawled out from under Pent's desk.
"Awww…you said a dirty wordy durdy! I'm gonna tell Mommy!" Clarine said.
"We have bigger problems!" Klein snapped. "He's onto us! Father is smarter than we thought!"
"Excuse me?" Pent said indignantly. "And how did you get under my desk?" he added to his daughter.
"It means nothing, Daddy!" Clarine said sweetly and smiled an angel grin. "We were just playing a game! We'll leave you alone now!" and with that she grabbed her brother by the arm, dragging him out of the room. Pent scratched his head, shrugged, and sat back down. A few minutes later the door to his study opened once more. He turned around.
'"What do you-" was all he got out and then everything went black. When he came to, he was sitting in a chair with his arms mysteriously stuck to the back. His children were sitting in plain sight eating a bag of (DUN DUN DAAA!) cookies! "HEY! What do you two think you're doing?"
"Look! Daddy is awake!" Clarine cried happily, momentarily pausing in her munching and chewing of the completely un-nutritious and horribly fattening snack foods. Not to mention all the sugar in those things! Little kids don't need that sugar. I do. So give all your cookies to me. Continuing….
"See! I told you he wasn't dead!" Klein said, smugly. Pent tried to wiggle his arms but the tight rope that was holding his arms was, well, tight! He couldn't budge them an inch.
"No, but you're going to be dead when I get out of this chair!" Pent warned and began stomping his feet angrily. Then he stopped as he realized something. "Hey! I can move my feet!" he exclaimed and stood up. This put him in an awkward stance. He was hunched over with the chair being held to his back at an odd angle.
"Look! Daddy is a mutated snail!" Klein remarked, and both kids pointed and giggled. Pent frowned.
"Untie me right now, demons of my flesh!" Pent demanded, bobbing up and down so that the chair was waving menacingly. Sadly, the kids were watching their dad and not the chair so all they saw was their dad looking like an idiot. They laughed again.
"I warned you!" Pent roared and turned around. Then he swung his arms down so that the chair hit the floor with a loud CRACK. Both the kids immediately shut up, their little mouths hanging open so that small, saliva-covered cookie pieces fell out and scattered on the ground. "Here I come!" Pent yelled and began running towards the children.
"AHHH!" yelled Klein and "EEEEK!" screamed Clarine and they both got up and ran, abandoning the cookies. (All those wasted cookies!) Pent chased them down the hall, and the scene would have looked quite silly and bizarre to anyone watching, for it is not every day that you see a man running down a hall with a chair tied to his back trying to hit two running youths with said chair. The kids finally got smart and ran through a narrow doorway, and when Pent tried to do the same his arms just hit the sides of the doorway painfully hard. He struggled for a moment but found that there was no way to wiggle through while the chair was still attached to him. Klein and Clarine laughed. Annoyed, he backed up and ran full force at the doorway. While this did not get him through, and although it once again injured his arms, the force of the crash loosened the rope and the chair fell off and onto the floor.
"Uh oh…" said Clarine.
"BIG uh oh." corrected Klein.
"HAHAHAHAHA! I'm free! I'm free!" Pent jollily exclaimed, running around and waving his arms. He reveled in his newly found freedom for a few more moments, and then he turned back to his children with a frightening grin.
"Eeeep!" cried the brother and sister in unison and they moved back a few paces. Pent advanced on them slowly.
"So…tie me to a chair, huh? I'll tape you both to the wall! And then I'll read out loud to you…." he paused for dramatic effect.
"The Principles of Anima Magic Casting"
The two blondes gasped. "Anything but that!" Klein cried. Clarine bravely stepped forward.
"Father…." she said, tears heard clearly in her voice. Lord Pent looked at his young daughter. (An act of self undoing, for no father that's mad at their daughter should EVER look at her when she starts crying) "Daddy….we're sorry we tried to trick you and that we tied you to a chair….we just wanted some cookies, but we know now that we should never, ever knock you out with a baseball bat to get them ever again. We're so very sorry, Daddy! Please forgive us!" Clarine begged, bottom lip trembling. Pent felt himself wavering and shook his head.
"No! I will not fall to the forces of cuteness!" Pent yelled, but then Clarine played her trump card.
"We love you, Daddy."
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Pent screamed as he fell to the ground, defeated. "I love you kids, too." Pent mumbled.
"YAY!" they both cheered and ran to the fallen sage, hugging him tight. At first he tried to resist, but then he figured since he had already lost he might as well just lose completely and so he hugged them back. And all seemed well for a few moments. Seemed, for in the living room some trouble was brewing. And this trouble was trouble of the troublesome kind. The kind of trouble that causes….trouble.
"Let's go back to the living room." Pent finally said and got to his feet. The three walked back to the room holding hands and looking like a perfect, loving family. Klein wondered if he would still be alive if he didn't have a sister. Once back in the living room, Clarine sat on the sofa with her father and talked to him while Klein returned to his book. A little bit later…
"Hey, did you hear that?" Klein asked, looking around the room with a perplexed face. Pent and Clarine quieted for a moment and listened. And, sure enough….
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
"I hear it, too!" Pent said at the same time Clarine exclaimed "Something's squeaking!" Klein searched around the room and his investigation led him to the dropped bag of cookies from before. As he went to pick it up, a gray something darted out of it and ran across the floor.
"EEEEEEK! A mouse!" Clarine screamed and climbed up on the back of the couch so she was as far off the ground as she could possibly be. Pent chuckled at his daughter's stereotypical girl reaction. He got up off the couch and followed the rodent.
"Clam down, sweetie, it's just a wee little-AHHHHHHH!" Pent suddenly screamed, running and diving back onto the couch. "Clarine! Let me up there with you!" he begged, trying to scramble up beside her but she just knocked him back down.
"NO!" she screamed back and kicked at his hands. "There's only room enough for me! It's everybody for themselves!"
"I thought you loved me!" Pent whined.
"I do love you, Daddy…..I just love myself more!" Clarine explained and Pent wondered for what wasn't the first time if somehow Serra's personality was seeping into his own sweet daughter's.
"Both of you are being foolish! It's just a mouse!" Klein scoffed.
"That's not just a mouse, it's a mouse who ate a few too many vegetables growing up! It's as big as our castle cat!" Pent retorted.
"I'll get it and put it outside." Klein announced arrogantly and walked over to its hiding place near a table. "Come here, mousey…" he said as he kneeled. "RAMPANT RIENFLECHES, THAT'S A BIG MOUSE!" he suddenly shouted and ran over to join his father and sister.
"Now what? We're trapped!" Clarine sobbed, clinging to her brother. "Dearest brother, incase we don't make it, I LOVE YOU!" she confessed. "And your pretty hair!" she added.
"Would you stop it? We just have to come up with a plan to capture it!" Klein replied.
"Um….can we come up with that plan in a different room?" Pent suggested.
"Why?"
"'Cause it's running towards the couch!"
"EEEEEK!" Clarine screeched in a perfect imitation of her Auntie Serra. Then she jumped off the back and dashed for her room.
"Wait for us!" Pent and Klein cried and they followed her.
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People all throughout the land of Etruria admire Lord Pent the Magic General. They respect his power and bravery. But were any of those admirers to ever see the great Lord Pent cowering in his daughter's room over one mouse…well, they may very well change their opinions of him. But luckily for him, none of those people of Etruria will ever learn of that event because…..they don't own computers! HA HA! Anyways, in Clarine's room….
"Not so big and tough now, huh? What happened to Mr. I'll Take Care Of The Mouse?" Pent was taunting Klein.
"Look at yourself, man! I'm just a kid, you're an adult! And a sage, for Elimine's sake! You can battle dragons (or so you tell us, I'm starting to have serious doubts about that far-fetched story!) but you can't face a mouse?" the blonde boy retorted angrily.
"Hush, both of you! It might hear you!" Clarine scolded in an urgent whisper, and the two males immediately silenced. The trio was hiding under Clarine's bed with the curtains drawn and all lanterns put out so that the mouse would hopefully not realize they were in there.
"Okay, I have a plan…" Pent whispered.
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Inside the kitchens, an innocent mouse was innocently eating some crumbs in a most innocent way. But this unfortunate mouse was about to have a most unfortunate thing happen to him that would, unfortunately, ruin what had been a mostly good day.
"Here, mousey mousey…." Klein called softly, throwing some cheese pieces on the ground. The mouse gave a happy squeak and ran to the cheese. "NOW!" Klein shouted and Pent quickly stuck a bowl on top of the creature. Now, just put yourself in this poor thing's position! You see some delicious cheese (your favorite food) and when you run to eat it, a big thing drops out of the heavens and suddenly everything goes dark!
(A/N:
Erk: The readers didn't come for a session on Animal Rights, Riri.)
"Got him!" Klein cried triumphantly, and the father & son duo did a little celebration jig. You know, the one where you join arms and skip around in a circle. (Don't play innocent, people, I know you've all done it at some point)
"That's great and all, but now what do we do with him?" Clarine pointed out. The dancing stopped.
"Uhhhh…leave it there, I guess…." Pent said and Clarine sighed.
"I'll tell Uncle Erky to get it when he gets home." she said.
"Speaking of which, aren't they due home quite soon, Father?" Klein asked
"Oh, I sure hope so!" Pent answered. He had had quite enough of this 'babysitting' thing!
"But, Father….." Clarine said, looking at a clock. "It's only been three quarters of an hour!
"What…..eh…….ah……" Pent made a few other noises then collapsed on the ground in an exhausted heap of sage. Klein patted him comfortingly on the back.
"It's okay, Dad….I know what we can do for the next few hours!" he told him. Pent looked up at his son, warily.
"And that is…..?" he asked
"Play baseball!" he announced, and Clarine clapped her hands excitedly, even though she had no idea what that was. Pent was confused as well.
"What is…base….ball?" he asked.
"It's this game that Amy taught me. She learned it from her dad, who learned it from some tactician lady." Klein explained. Pent was suspicious. He didn't like the idea of playing any game that had been taught to his son by a rowdy child like little Amethyst. "C'mon, Dad! It will be fun!" Klein insisted.
"Fun, fun!" Clarine echoed, giggling. Pent got to his feet with a dejected sigh.
"Alright…..let's go play…" he gave in and was hurriedly led into the rear courtyard by his children. Once outside, Pent stood idly by as his son gathered what appeared to him to be a pile of junk.
"This-" Klein said, holding up a large rock, "-is home plate." Pent nodded his head like he understood what that was. Klein dropped it near the courtyard wall. "These are the other three bases." Klein continued, this time showing his father three very tattered and old looking pieces of cloth that might have once been clothing. Pent was alarmed to think that his son was making a hobby of digging through the garbage. It was unsanitary, very messy, and let's face it; it would just not look too good if someone walking by spotted the Magic General's son rooting around in some trash.
"Klein, where did you get those?" Pent inquired as Klein stuck the cloths in three spaces equally distanced from each other.
"From Amy." he answered.
"Oh." Pent said, relieved. He wasn't bothered by the fact that his student's daughter was the one playing with the garbage. He always thought that girl was a bit strange, anyhow.
"This is the bat. It's what you hit the ball with." Klein said, holding up what appeared to be the stick part of a broken Heal staff. "And this is the ball." he said, holding up what was obviously a ball. "Since we only have three players, the batter is going to have to fetch their own ball if they miss. And the pitcher is going to have to help play field. Well, you ready?" he asked. Regardless of the fact that whatever Klein had just said did not help explain what this game was all about, Pent and Clarine nodded. "I'm batting first! Dad, you're pitching! Clarine, get on one of the bases!'
"Where do I stand?" Pent asked, walking unsurely forward towards the roughly made baseball field.
"On that lump of dirt over there!" Klein said, pointing. "It will serve as our pitcher's mound!"
"I'm a what? A pitcher?" Pent said, stepping up on the dirt mound. "Like what we pour drinks out of?" Klein rolled his eyes.
"No, Dad." he said, condescendingly. He was standing on home plate and already had the bat in hand. "You throw the ball at me and I try to hit it. Then, you and Clarine try to get it and throw it to the base I'm running towards before I make I there. Now here, catch." He tossed the ball to Pent, who fumbled to grab hold of it.
"I…throw it at you?" Pent repeated incredulously. He was expected to throw things at his own son? And this was considered fun in some places?
(A/N: So hitting his kids with a chair would be fine, but throwing a ball at them is against his morals?)
"Yes, and I hit it with the bat! Now come on!" Klein urged, getting in position and tapping his bat on the home plate….rock….whatever. Pent threw the ball as hard as he could………
SMACK!
The ball went flying straight towards second base, Klein went running straight towards first, Pent went after the ball, and Clarine…….was making a daisy chain. By the time Pent got hold of the ball Klein was already well on his way towards third. Clarine was sitting right next to the base.
"Clarine! Catch!" Pent yelled. He hurled the ball at his daughter. She looked up and was startled as a ball whizzed by over her head and kept going. In fact, it kept going until it hit the head of Klein, who had been running towards home plate. And so, with a loud THUNK, Klein was knocked out.
"Ooooooh….." Clarine said, looking at her bleeding brother. "Daddy's gonna be in trouble when Mommy gets home." Pent rushed to his son's side.
"Klein! Klein! Speak to me!" he said. His only answer was a loud moan. "Clarine! Get me a Heal staff!" As the bleeding got worse, however, he thought that maybe a Mend staff would be a better choice.
"Here you go!" Clarine said cheerfully, handing him a staff. She hadn't quite realized yet that her brother was seriously injured, and Pent wanted to keep it that way. He didn't need a hysteric, crying girl on top of everything else.
"Thank-" Pent began to say, but cut off when he looked at the staff in his hand. It was the broken one they had been using for a bat. "THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES!" Pent scolded, throwing the bat on the ground. "Don't you realize your brother is in dire need of help right now?" Instantly, he regretted his words.
"Is Big Brother……..gonna….die?" Clarine asked, tears filling her eyes.
"No, no! At least, not if we get a staff…." Pent replied, but it was too late.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH! NOOOO! NOT MUH BIG BROTHER!" the little girl wailed, falling to the ground to hug her dearest and only sibling. "Wake up, Brother! Wake up!" And, by some miracle, Klein's eyes opened.
"Wh-what happened?" he asked, putting a hand to the injury that had finally stopped bleeding. Pent sighed, very relieved that he had not just murdered his only son.
"You were hit in the head with a ball and knocked out." the sage told him.
"Ow…..my head hurts." Klein said and giggled. Giggled. Kept giggling. Pent stared at him.
"Um….you feeling alright, son?" he asked and Klein grinned at him.
"Well, no, of course not! I was just bonked in the head with a ball, wasn't I?" he said and then started laughing very loudly. Clarine moved away from the boy whom she had thought was her brother until he started giggling. She grabbed the bat that was on the ground for protection against this strange stranger. Klein, still laughing, got to his feet.
"Uh….I need to heal your head." Pent called after him as Klein started skipping around the courtyard.
"Right, right!" Klein answered and started whistling. Clarine moved over to her dad.
"Daddy…what's wrong with him?" she asked in a low voice.
"I don't know." Pent responded, staring at his son in horror. Was it possible that the blow to the head had somehow damaged his brain? He doubted Louise would be too pleased if she came home to find her once very intelligent and serious son to now be a happy-go-lucky pansy. He sighed through his nose and herded both his children back inside.
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"Daddy!" Clarine screamed, racing through the hallways to find her father. It was an hour later and the two were having trouble adjusting to this new Klein. "Daddy!" she called out again, finally finding him to be in the main library. Lord Pent had many books laid out on the table before him. All of them had titles like The Effects of Head Trauma and What Happens When Heads Get Hit.
"What is it, Clarine?" Pent answered while flipping through a book called So You Think Your Son's Become An Idiot Because You Hit Him In the Head. The book was oddly perfect for the current situation. He was scanning a section on 'excessive cheerfulness'.
"Klein put one of my dresses on and he won't give it back!" she whined, pouting. Pent dropped the book.
"Klein WHAT?" Pent asked, gaping at his young girl.
"He put my dress on! And I want it back!" Clarine stomped her foot and crossed her arms, all the warning signs of a tantrum about to happen.
"Where is he now?" Pent asked, snapping the book shut and moving into the hall.
"In you and Mommy's bathroom, putting on Mommy's makeup." she told him nonchalantly, as if this happened every day and was absolutely ordinary. Pent took off down the hall faster than any horse could gallop or any girl could run from Sain. When he arrived at his bathroom, he found the strange sight of his son, in a light pink dress, pursing his lips as he applied some kind of colored paste to them. The color was the same one Louise commonly used, and Pent knew he would never be able to kiss her again while she was wearing it.
"Hello, Father." Klein greeted him. Pent just stared, mortified. He had always expected to someday catch Clarine trying on her mother's makeup….but Klein?
"Klein, what on Elimine's green Elibe are you doing?" Pent demanded, trying to keep the terror out of his voice.
"Isn't it obvious?" Klein answered, gesturing at his dress. "Making myself look beautiful!"
"Klein…" Pent said, attempting to reason with him, "You are a boy. Boys don't want to be beautiful! And boys sure don't wear dresses and make up!" Pent snatched the lipstick out of his hand.
"Ah, Father, don't be such a manly man!" Klein said airily, looking at himself in the mirror. Pent repeated the words 'manly man' to himself quietly, verifying that that was what his son had said. "I look so pretty when I'm beautiful!" Klein gleefully cried, clapping his hands.
"Brother has gone loonie." Clarine stated, very matter-of-factly. Pent was not listening. He had gone into his room to grab a staff.
"And, Father, I-AHHHHHHH!" Klein suddenly yelled when he turned to see Pent about to smack him over the head. He ducked to the side and Pent hit the collection of womanly items that were on the bathroom counter. A smashed bottle of perfume quickly made the air smell of irises. Klein ran around his father and out the door, and Pent followed.
"Get back here!" Pent yelled after the frantic boy, "Just one short smack and you'll be back to normal!" With her two male family members gone, Clarine bent down to pick at the pile of broken things that had fallen on the ground. She stuck her finger into a rather gooey looking goo, and then stuck that finger in her mouth.
"Huh…." she said and began to eat.
Downstairs…..
"NO! Stay back!" Klein was yelling, backed into a corner by his hit-happy father. He was now brandishing a Bernbie doll as his weapon. "I don't want to be a real boy again!"
"Come on, Klein! Be tough! It's just one hit!" Pent said, slowly moving closer.
"GAAAAAAAH!" Klein let out a war cry and jumped on his father, whacking any part of him he could reach with the Bernbie doll. THWACK THWACK THWACK! went Klein with the doll.
KERWHACK! went Pent's staff, hitting Klein squarely on the head. Klein collapsed on the ground for the second time that day. "Phew…." Pent said, wiping at his brow. Then he used his staff to heal the poor, abused boy. Klein got up on his haunches and Pent smiled happily.
"Woof?" Klein asked, looking at his father questioningly. Pent's smile faded.
'What did you say, son?" Pent prayed he had been hearing things.
"Woof!" Klein said again, scratching at his ears. Pent's eye twitched.
"We're hoooooooome!" came Serra's loud voice in a sing-song tone as the front doors swung open to reveal her, Erk, Amy, and Louise.
"WOOF!" Klein barked, happily running on all fours over to his mother. He put his "paws" on her stomach and licked at her hands.
"Hello, my dear! What is this? Some kind of game?" Louise asked cheerfully, ruffling at his hair.
"Woof!" Klein replied and rolled on his back, looking at his mother expectantly as if he wanted her to scratch his stomach. She just stared at him, her eyes slowly furrowing in concern.
"Lord Pent? What is…..our son doing?" she asked, keeping her eyes on her son as he got back on all fours and started sniffing Erk's rear end. Erk swatted at the young boy and indignantly grasped at the cloth near his violated back end.
"Yes, Master Pent, do tell what is wrong with this child!" Erk agreed. The castle cat, with rather unfortunate timing, chose that moment to walk into the room and greet her returning owners. She stopped, dead still, when she saw her young master down on all fours, looking at her with his tongue hanging out.
"GRRRRRRR!" Klein growled loudly and the cat ran for it. The dog-boy took chase, following her around the room in a circle.
"Lord Pent….what is wrong with our boy?" Louise cried, now very alarmed as the cat clawed its way up the curtains and Klein tore at the curtains with his teeth.
"Um….well….uh…" Pent said nervously, at a loss for how to explain this bizarre behavior. Fortunately, or unfortunately as it was, he was saved the effort.
"Mommy…I don't feel so good…." Clarine whined, stumbling her way down the stairs with goo seeping out the corners of her mouth.
"My moisturizer!" Louise cried, running to her daughter. "Lord Pent, why did you let her eat this?"
"BLAAAAH!" Clarine threw up all over her mother, ruining the new and expensive dress Louise had worn to the concert.
"RUN, LORD PENT, RUN!" Erk suddenly yelled, shoving his mentor towards the still open doors. The cat saw this opening and raced out the front door. Serra grabbed hold of Klein as the boy tried to follow. Since he had lost the cat, Klein decided to do some other doggy past-time instead. Serra screamed.
"EWWWWWWW! KLEIN'S DOING SOMETHING TO MY LEG!"
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Arianna: Hehe, if you can't figure that last part out, I'm certainly not telling you! Oh, and don't worry Pent lovers, I'm sure Louise didn't hurt him too bad after all that. She seems to be a rather happy and passive person.
Serra: Errrrrky! How could you let that happen to me?
Erk: ……. –laughs-
Arianna: Anyways, I truly am sorry with how long this chapter took, but I had very bad writer's block with this one. I thought a few times about just skipping it…but I had promised a Pent one. So…I guess I should do review responses now, huh?
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Critic From Hell: AHHH! Not the leg, not the leg!
SkyeDunhart: -blink blink- What's wrong with the title?
ESP: It's okay…I understand everyone's sense of humor isn't the same. I won't cry….I'm a big, mature girl…… -sniff sniff- WAAAAAAAAH! Just kidding, I'm fine. Thanks for reviewing anyway!
RBMIfan: Thank you so much for informing me of the link problem!
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Arianna: How do ya like dem apples?
Eliwood: Apples are nice…
Arianna: Well, too bad! You don't get any! AHAHAHAHAHA!
Ivan: ….oh my…..
Erk: Twenty therapy sessions later and she's still the most cracked nut of us all…..
Arianna: So! Next chapter…...maybe Lucy, maybe Karel, maybe Sain? Not sure yet…. 'Protecting The Devil' is the next story I'm updating! Ciao for now!
Sain: -holding sign that says 'Get Me Help NOW!'-
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Clarine: Review and you can have the mouse that's still trapped in the kitchen. It could be your new pet!
Klein: WOOF!
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