Disclaimer: I do not own KKM!

Author Notes: Yes I said that I would update in October and its now January. The only reason for this is writers block. I have no idea how to proceed with this story. No, I won't abandon this story but I need help. So if any of you have any ideas please share. Since I have to post something, this is a short story. Not related to OOM.

Side Story: Knitting Projects

"Gwendal." A high soprano voice called out loudly. A serious looking child emerged out from the library and frowned at his grinning mother. His long grey haired was in a low ponytail as his sharp blue eyes studied his mother. His mother was grinning at him brightly and he didn't like the look on her face.

"Yes mother?" He asked.

"There is someone I want you to meet." She clasped her hands behind her back and her grin became wider. "I'm sure you would love them."

That only made Gwendal frowns deeper. It was no secret that he wasn't a social person. Maids and soldier whispered about how he was an exact clone of his father. But he didn't find any problem in being antisocial. He found people bothersome and to his relief there were nearly no one who could talk with him without feeling intimidated.

"I want no excuses. You are coming to meet them." Unfortunately for him, his mother was not one of them. (And people often pointed out that the fact she was so carefree was the reason she had been able to crack the shield around Gwendal's father.)

"OK Mother." He was a big enough to know that it would be of no use to argue with her. She just smiled, patted his head and glided away.

Later in the day, he and Celi set off. As they sat quietly in the carriage, Gwendal had the same stoic expression on his face. He had tried to knit a replica of his kitten Ms. Poo-poo but had failed miserably. He didn't dare ask anyone else for help. He had a reputation to maintain after all. So he decided to take it along with him in hopes that he could figure out a way of knitting it perfectly.

"This is going to be so much fun." Lady Celi had squealed many a times when they were travelling and Gwendal didn't try to disagree. He was sure that he could avoid any conversation with the people they were going to meet.

"We are here." After 3 days of travelling, with a few stops in the middle, they had at last managed to reach the place they were supposed to go to.

"Von Kabelnikoff castle?" Gwendal peered out from the window at the huge castle. As he opened up the glass, the scent of salty water and cool air hit him.

"Yes. I wanted you to meet their children." Celi said.

Gwendal sighed. He had met a few of other noble children already and he found most of them arrogant and unbearable. There were a few who were not as bad but Gwendal- being as antisocial as he was- didn't try to stay in contact.

As he got out, he saw a boy nearly his age stand by the doors with something in his hands. As he narrowed his eyes to get a better look at what the boy was holding, the 'thing' in the boy's arms clucked loudly and began flapping around.

"Stay Down Mr. Chicken." The boy with red hair scolded the chicken in his hands. Gwendal blinked in surprise.

"Celi! How are you?" Lady Kabelnikoff came forward to hug his mother.

"Fine enough. I see that Densham has grown up a lot." Celi smiled at the boy but he was busy trying to calm down his chicken.

"Why does he have a chicken in his hand?" The question slipped out before he could stop it. The boy froze- and the chicken took this chance to escape- and looked at Gwendal.

"His name is Mr. Chicken. He is my pet." The boy's voice sounded defensive. Gwendal frowned in confusion.

"Your pet? Oh, how cute! Even Gwendal has a kitten Ms. Poo-"

"Mother!" Gwendal groaned.

The boy merely blinked before grinning and walking up to Gwendal. "My name is Densham. Nice to meet you."

Gwendal shook the boy's hand. "My name is Gwendal von Voltaire. Pleasure is all mine."

"Where is Anissina?" Lady Kabelnikoff asked Densham.

He just shrugged. "Playing inventress again I think." Gwendal didn't comment on the oddness of the statement. His attention was held by the sea gulls that had begun to around.

"Let's go inside." And in they went.

After lunch, Gwendal retired to the room given to him. He could've chatted with Densham- and he quiet liked the boy's way of thinking and his brilliance with numbers- but he needed a bit alone time. Or more accurately, he needed to try to finish knitting his kitten.

Meow.

His ears picked up on the quiet purr that had come from out of his room. He sat frozen for a moment with the distorted …..thing in his hands before jumping up and walking to the door.

And as he opened it, just pawing it was a small kitten. The cat's big blue eyes looked up at him in curiosity. He automatically extended his hands and picked it up.

"Aww little kitty. Where did you come from?" He cooed over the tiny animal.

"Give him back to me." A slightly shrill feminine voice demanded.

Gwendal froze before glancing at his side. A magenta haired girl stood beside his room with her hands on her hips. Her head was held up and she had a frown on her face. Despite the fact that she was half his size, something in Gwendal warned him that she wasn't someone he would want to mess with.

"Why should I?" He asked narrowing his eyes.

The girl blinked, her bright blue eyes showing slight surprise before glaring at him. "You are questioning me?" The threatening tone she used wasn't as scary as the look on her face.

She looked similar to Densham and Gwendal remembered that Densham had mentioned something about his smaller sister.

But Gwendal wasn't going to back off. "Just because you got everything you wanted whenever you cried it doesn't mean you should act like a brat all the time." He normally didn't speak too much but there was something about the girl that irked him.

"Brat?" She advanced on him. The kitchen in his hand mewled before jumping off and going into his room.

"Look at what you've done!" She shouted before following the kitten into the room. "All of you boys are useless."

"What? Hey wait!" He cried out, trying to stop her from entering his room. You just can't-"

"What is this?" He closed his eyes and massaged his head. He could feel a headache coming on. She was holding up his knitting project with two singers it was a poisonous substance. He was starting to get annoyed. He had never felt this irritated a anyone before especially someone as tiny as this girl.

"None of your business." He snapped. "Get out."

But the girl stood there, looking at the disaster carefully. "You tried to knit." It wasn't a question but a statement.

"What I tried to do is my business." He growled marching up to her. "You can leave. Now." Most people he knew would run off as fast as they could from him but she merely looked up at him unimpressed.

"You don't need to raise your voce," She replied coolly. Before he could overcome his shock, she continued, "I could teach you to knit."

He just stood there gaping at her. "Wh-why?"

"Since you are so bad at something so simple I just guessed that you could need a lot of assistance." Gwendal didn't know if he was being offered help or being insulted.

"Ahh…." He was speechless. The girl just rolled her eyes at him and sat on his bed. "Do you at least have the supplies?" She asked. He mutely nodded and extracted all the yarn and needles from the bedside drawer.

"Now sit." She ordered ad he quietly sat beside her.

"First you have to…." She started explaining.

Lady Celi sighed. She had bought Gwendal here in hopes of encouraging him to make friends with people of his own age. It had helped- to an extent.

He had talked and laughed with Densham but quickly retreated to his room as soon as he had the chance. She made up her mind to get him come out.

But as she approached the room he was staying in, she heard voices.

"No! Not this way idiot!" A girl's voice.

"This is the way you shown me." Gwendal protested.

"No it wasn't." There was a silence for a few moments. "Do it again."

"Again?" The desperation in Gwendal's voice was clear. "This is the 20th time I'm going the same thing."

"Do you think you would be perfect so easily?'

As Celi peeked in, she was pleasantly surprised to see Gwendal and Anissina sitting side by side with Anissina teaching Gwendal how to knit.

The look of intense concentration on Gwendal's face made Celi smile and she turned back towards the way she had come from. It looked like Gwendal didn't need her help after all.

She smirked, wedding plans already forming in her head.

Author Notes: yes, it isn't well written. Because this was just meant to be a plea for help. I need ideas!