Heya everybody, and thank you for lending me your support by reviewing these old reposted chapters of doom. I'm really grateful; you guys have been so great and so totally amazing in supporting me. I just hope this continues. Anyway, I'm pleased to announce that I have done quite a few chapters...so far I've rewritten up to Chapter 16. Just waiting for permission here and there to check it's still okay to feature people in this. Hopefully we should have no problems.

Anyway, I'm going to put these up one at a time...just in case the site tries to shut down my ass again. Let's hope not, hm?

Chapter 5 – Puppies and Babysitters

This day was just like any other, except for poor Dante, who was getting a piercing look from Trish at the moment. She glared down at him as he just sat there on the couch.

"I want to go out."

"When?" Dante asked boredly.

"Now!" Trish demanded, stomping her foot on the floor.

"I've got tomorrow free!" Dante looked hopeful, but the narrowed eyes of Trish seemed to kill any hope he had of fooling her.

"I'm not falling for that trick again."

"Damn…" Trish looked at him oddly, and he just smiled nervously back at her.

"Why don't you ever take me anywhere?"

"Um…because last time you pulled off a man's wig and tried it on yourself!"

Trish blinked. "I did that?"

"Yes! I remember it clearly!"

Flashback

"Oooooh! Nice wig!" Trish yelled, grabbing a man and pulling on his hair. "It's real? It's stuck to you?" She finally pulled off the mans tope and stuck it on her own head, looking herself over. "Nah…not my image!" She plopped the hairpiece back onto the mans head and sat down, leaving the poor guy confused and offended.

End flashback

"But that was just that one time!" Trish protested, gaining a scowl from Dante.

"That one time was enough!"

"I'll be good! I promise!" Trish swore. Dante sighed in defeat, pretty much just wanting to end the argument.

"I'd take you but there's just one problem." Trish cocked an eyebrow at him.

"What's that?"

"Arson…"

"What about him? We can take him with us!" Dante stared at her in wide eyed disbelief.

"Maybe not then…"

Suddenly, Arson came crashing into the house. "GWAPPA!" After yelling this, he toddled up to the stairs, off to his room.

Dante looked at Trish and blinked. "He didn't hug me?"

"Or me!"

Dante shook his head and stood from the sofa. "Something's wrong and I'm gonna find out!"

"You don't trust him much, do you?"

"Would you?"

Trish started thinking back to all the past incidents involving Arson. "Yes!"

Dante gave her a bewildered look. "…Strawberries?"

Trish continued thinking back to past events. "Yes!"

"Um…threatening innocent farmers?"

"Yes!"

"Payslip?"

"………Yes?" Dante stared at her almost boredly. "I mean no!"

"Better." Dante nodded in satisfaction and marched up the stairs to Arson's room.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you…" Trish warned. Dante stopped at the door, his hand on the knob.

"Why not?" Trish only sighed in reply. Dante shrugged, barging into the room, then looked around, his eyes wide.

"Hey Gran'pa!" Arson said as he looked up at Dante.

Dante looked around the room. "Why have you got strawberry posters all over your walls?" Arson looked at him, a big grin on his face.

"You like them?"

"No I find them disturbing." Dante put bluntly. Trish came into the room then, looking around at all the posters.

"I love them, Arson!" Dante gave her a mean glare to persuade her to correct her thinking. "I mean…you're a disgrace Arson!" Dante nodded at the comment.

"Yeah you don't want to grow up to be a strawberry paedophile do you?" Trish looked at him questioningly, and he thought for a moment. "I've got to break him out of this obsession!"

"What?" Arson asked, his head cocked to one side. Dante put both hands on his hips, looking very serious.

"Don't you know that only bad people love strawberries? Criminals and villains and stuff?" Arson stared at him, his eyes wide with shock.

"….No……"

"Well…you do now."

Arson immediately started tearing down his posters, causing a happy and satisfied smirk to cross Dante's face.

"Um…Dante?" Trish said, gaining Dante's attention.

"Yes Trish?"

"Look…" She then held up a wolf, causing a curious look to cross Dante's face.

"Bolverk?" He asked, looking over at Arson questioningly. Arson grinned and nodded stupidly.

"Yeah! This old geezer with no skin gave me one of his puppies!"

"That's a wolf!" Dante corrected.

"No! A puppy!" the boy argued. "Here boy!" He called, but the wolf only growled, then bit Dante in the nuts. Trish shuddered as this happened, grimacing.

"Owwwww…"

"BAD BOY!" Arson scolded, and the wolf ran out of the house, yelping with its tail between it's legs. Trish looked over at Dante, somewhat concerned.

"Um…Dante?"

"Yes?" Dante replied painfully, his voice high pitched and squeaky, his eyes watering.

"I think I know someone who can look after Arson for the night."

"Who?"

"Lucia!"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Dante yelled, his voice returning to normal now.

"Noooooooooo…"

"How d'you expect her to come all the way from France?" Dante argued.

"She could fly!"

"By the time she gets here, it would be Christmas."

"It's November right now." Trish stated, and Dante looked over at the calendar that had been stuck on May 2001 for the past two years.

"…Oh."

"But I want to go out now!" Trish whined. "We'll need to find someone else."

And so, the hunt began as Dante started ringing up random houses, asking whether anyone could baby sit. Trish came up to him after some time, leaning on the desk some.

"Any luck?" She asked, just as Dante rang up the second millionth house.

"Hello?" Someone answered.

"Hi!" Dante greeted.

"Hello."

Both Dante and the person on the other side were silent for some time, before finally the person spoke again.

"…If you're trying to sell windows you're not doing a good job."

"Need a job?" Dante asked.

"Uh…no. Who is this?"

"I'm Dante!" Dante said, smirking and sounding quite proud.

"Wow! Same here!" Dante frowned at their sarcasm.

"NO! THERE'S ONLY ONE DANTE AND THAT'S ME! ME I TELL YOU! ME!"

"Uh yeah sure whatever."

"Are you about to hang up?"

"YES!" They snapped.

"Why?" Dante could hear them growling and muttering curses on the other side.

"1-because you're annoying me. 2-I don't need a job." The person began. An hour passed before they got to their last reason. "And 32-You're wasting my time!"

"But you've just wasted more of your own time by telling me all those reasons!"

The person growled in agitation and Dante could just imagine them pulling their hair out. "ARGH! PISS OFF ALREADY!"

"Okay…"

"No wait hang on a sec." The person stopped him, just as he was about to take the receiver from his ear. "I know someone who'll take the job."

"Great!"

LATER

The doorbell rang, and Dante slammed into the door. "OW!" Trish opened the door with Dante still pasted to it, smiling at the person standing there.

"Hello!"

"Hi."

"You must be the babysitter."

"Yeah."

"What's your name?" Trish asked.

"Belldandy-sama! But all my friends just call me Belle." The girl said with a bow.

"Okay, Belle."

Belle narrowed her eyes at Trish. "Are you my friend?"

"Uh…no?"

"Don't call me Belle then."

"Oh. Fine." Trish agreed.

"Where is this kid then?" Belle asked, looking around the room. Arson came bounding down the, a huge grin plastered across his face.

"Hi!" Belle stared at him with huge wide eyes as he ran up to her, making cute faces.

"HELLO!"

"B-b-but…" Belle stuttered as Trish grabbed Arson by the hair and pinned him down with a headlock. The boy screamed as she did so, and Belle continued to stare.

"I know…he's so sweet isn't he?" Trish said, still holding Arson.

"Not the word I was looking for but yeah I guess." Belle agreed, winking. Just then, Dante emerged from the doorway and handed Belle a list.

"Here's the contact numbers." Belle began to look the list over.

"Ambulance? Fire Department? The Police?"

"Yep that's about it."

"What if I need to contact you guys though?"

"Um…"

"What if I have to ask you advice if your uh…child doesn't want to go to bed?"

"Uh…"

"And what about food?"

"No strawberries." Dante warned.

"Wha-?" Before Belle could even get the question out all the way, Dante went running out of the house with Trish, leaving her alone with Arson.

One minute later, Dante put his arms out and yelled. "I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Belle looked over at Arson. "So uh…what do you want to do?"

"Um…let's go play with my toys!" Arson suggested happily.

"Okay." Belle agreed with a shrug.

"Gran'pa got me lots and lots of toys!" Arson explained gleefully, running into his room. Belle followed, looking rather uninterested.

"Oh really?" Belle asked in a bored tone. Arson obviously didn't notice her tone.

"Yeah! Look!" He yelled, dumping a basket out on the floor, sending toys spilling out onto the floor. However, they weren't usual "toys." Belle stared wide eyed at the pile of disturbing sex toys.

"….um…"

"I don't know how to play with them though." Arson admitted.

"I should hope not. Bloody employers leaving me in a damned house with a 17 year old who has sex toys!" Belle complained.

Arson looked up at Belle with a puzzled look. "What's sex?" Belle gave him a grimaced look, but Arson only stared up at her with an innocent puppy eyed look. Belle couldn't stand it.

"GAH!"

"I'm hungry…" Arson said out of the blue. Belle sighed and massaged her temples.

"Go make yourself something then."

"Okay."

As Arson headed into the kitchen, Belle headed downstairs. She sat down on the couch and started up her laptop, making codes for sites and other complicated stuff. She flinched as she heard the sounds of explosions happening in the kitchen. Belle looked of toward the kitchen.

"Hey kid, what's your name?" She asked.

"Arson!" Belle's eyes widened as she heard the name and ran into the kitchen, being greeted by seeing smoke everywhere. Arson just stood in the centre or the kitchen, looking quite pleased with himself.

After only a minute, a fire truck was sent out to extinguish the flames. After they left, Belle tied Arson up to a chair and started working again. Arson just sat there, looking pouty.

Belle looked over at the miserable looking youth and sighed. "Don't do that." Arson only pouted harder, causing Belle to roll her eyes.

"Do you like Pokemon?" Arson suddenly asked.

"Yeah…"

"Do you like Yu-gi-oh?" Belle began to perk up as he asked.

"Yes!"

"I hate Ryou." Belle began to fume, grabbing Arson by the neck.

"HOW CAN YOU HATE HIM HE'S SUCH AN ANGEL!" She roared, then began to coo about Ryou and about how sweet he was. After a moment, the doorbell rang, and Belle released Arson, going over and opening the door. Rayne was standing there, grinning.

"Hi, Hot Mama!" He greeted, starting to ogle Belle.

"If my brother finds out he'll kill you." Belle warned coolly.

"Really?" Belle nodded to him. "Okay then." He stopped checking her out.

"Hi Rayne!" Arson welcomed, smiling cutely. He was still tied to the chair, and Rayne raised his eyebrows.

"It's not what you think." Belle explained. Rayne frowned.

"Damn!" Belle stared at him, her eyes wide, until Arson caught Rayne's attention again.

"You wanna play Pokemon?"

"Sure!" Rayne agreed, untying him. Belle sighed with relief.

"Okay then…if you two play Pokemon while I work, I'll be able to get more done."

"You've never played Pokemon before have you?" Rayne asked as Arson stood from the chair. Belle frowned at him.

"Sure I have. I've got Pokemon Silver at home!"

"No I mean, you haven't played our version have you?" Belle looked at them both cautiously.

"Uh…no…" Rayne grinned at her and pointed dramatically at Belle.

"GO…ARSON!" Arson got down onto his hands and knees.

"ARSE! ARSE!

Belle started at this odd act for a moment. "Oookay? Well…your Arson won't stand a chance against my…Neoberus!"

"Oh crap…what's a Neoberus?" Rayne asked, looking at Belle confusedly.

"He's the best OC character in the world!" Belle explained happily, hugging Neoberus, who had just appeared at her side. Arson looked at it and smiled wide.

"OOOOOOH! PUPPY!"

"He didn't just call me what I think he did, did he?" Neoberus asked, blinking up at Belle.

"Yep!"

"NOW HE'LL DIE!" Neoberus snarled. Arson just grabbed and hugged him hard.

"Oh you are a cute little puppy! I love you! You're so cute!" Arson cooed and gushed.

"ARSON! USE YOUR TACKLE ATTACK!" Rayne commanded. Arson jumped back from Neoberus a few feet.

"ARSE ARSE!" Arson then ran pell mell at Neoberus, slamming into him and damaging him for 1 Hp. Neoberus stood there with a puzzled look on his face, seeming to be unfazed by the attack.

"Why'd he do that?"

"Well…that's meant to be an attack." Belle explained. Neoberus began to laugh his head off, causing Rayne to gasp.

"OHNO! HE USED SUPERSONIC WAVE!"

"Arson is confused! He hurt himself in his confusion!" Arson smacked himself, knocking 20 Hp from himself. Neoberus stared at him for a moment.

"…Wha?"

Belle pointed at Arson happily. "Neoberus! Use your bite attack!" She commanded.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Neoberus refused, looking at Belle. "You expect me to bite that thing?"

"You're right…it is a little degrading." Belle agreed. "Okay forget that! Quick attack!" Neoberus charged at Arson as he was ordered, taking 20 Hp from him.

"Arson! Flamethrower attack!" As Rayne commanded, Arson created up a flame, chunking it at Neoberus.

"ARGH! HE SINGED MY FUR!" Neoberus yelled, his fur flaming. 60 Hp was knocked off of him, and he was burned.

"ARSE! ARSON! ARSE!"

"Neoberus is hurt by the burn!" And 10 Hp was knocked off. Belle quickly used some white magic to heal Neoberus of his wounds and burns.

"You can't use white magic! That's in Final Fantasy!" Arson argued. Belle just grinned at him, pointing toward him.

"FINISH HIM OFF, NEO! PSYCHIC!"

70 Hp was knocked off of Arson. 'Arson has fainted!' "Arrrrrrson…."

"YAY! I WON NEOBERUS I WON!" Belle yelled happily in triumph.

"Not so fast!" Rayne spat, looking down at Arson, who had used a golden orb. He stood back up and smiled.

"But that's from Devil May Cry 2!" Belle argued.

"We know." Rayne gave her a smug grin. "FLAMETHROWER ATTACK!"

With the attack, Neoberus fainted. Rayne then looked to Arson. "Look! My Arson is evolving!" There was a stupid annoying music, and then Arson turned devil trigger. "My Arson evolved into Arse-off!"

"Look at me! I'm a lamp post!"

Belle kneeled down next to Neoberus, patting him. "Great acting, Neo! They would have lost anyway so we might as well let them win once!"

"Oh you are so kind." Neoberus grumbled sarcastically, giving her a mean look. Belle just smiled at her.

LATER

"Who wants dessert?" Belle asked after dinner. Arson raised his hands up, waving them around gleefully.

"MEMEME!"

Belle shoved ice cream into his mouth, then watched as Arson came out in blisters. "Wha-?"

"He's allergic to ice cream." Rayne explained. Belle stared in wide eyed terror for a moment.

"Uh-oh!"

Rayne said nothing, but instead kicked Arson, and the boy magically returned to normal. Belle sighed, shaking her head.

"Weird family…" Belle muttered to herself.

LATER

Belle handed Arson a Yu-Gi-Oh action figure, and Arson held it, staring at it curiously.

"What's this?"

"A toy. A real one." Belle explained dryly.

"These look nothing like the toys Gran'pa gave me." Belle shuddered at the thought.

"Why did he give you toys anyway?"

"The psychiatrist told him to give me some." Arson explained.

"Oh…okay then…" She nodded, but then shuddered some more.

"Can I show you something?" Arson asked after a few minutes. Belle shrugged. What could he possibly do?

"Okay then." She watched as he left the room, dragging back a vacuum cleaner. She stared at him in curiosity, then blinked as he climbed onto the vacuum cleaner and flew off. "Now that is just plain weird."

Rayne watched as he flew off, shaking his head. "Last time he did that he came back with an alien."

"Puuuuuu?" A chao peeped out of nowhere. Belle growled, on the verge of pulling her hair out.

"That was a nice evening." Dante said as he and Trish neared the house after their night out.

"Yep!" Trish agreed happily.

"Even if you did smash a fish tank in the restaurant." Trish rubbed the back of her neck, sweating lightly. "And even if you did scream and kill a demon with a chopstick."

"……Eheh." Trish laughed nervously.

"And even if you told the waiter that he looked like a hooker." Trish said nothing of that. "And…"

"STOPPIT!" Trish did not want to hear anymore about all her screw ups that night. Just as they came up to the door, Belle came outside, grabbing Trish's purse and yanking all the money out. She then began to storm off angrily.

"NEVER AGAIN!" She yelled. Neoberus stalked out along behind her.

"I'M NOT A PUPPY!" He growled, torching the house down. As they both disappeared from sight, Dante sighed, sagging some.

"Looks like it's time to move again."

"Oh yes…" Trish agreed.