Chapter Twelve

"Tattle-Tail"

"Daddy you broke your promise!" screamed the child-brat. "You said! You said you would get him for me today!"

Visser Three rubbed his temples, trying to keep his temper down. He needed to calm down-- where was Edriss when he needed her?

Do you think I don't know that? he bellowed, at the girl.

He regretted yelling at her as soon as the words came out of his mouth. The effect of his words on her came out almost immediately. At first she stood there standing frozen in shock at being yelled at like that, then the tears came. They welled up out of her cat-yellowed eyes, large watery-spheres, until they became so big that they fell down her cheeks. Before he had the chance to try and redeem himself--

"I'M TELLING MOMMY!" she yelled, possibly twice as loudly as he could ever yell. With that, she ran away from him and into the communications rooms of their apartment.

Wa-wait! Visser shouted, not wanting Edriss to know of his failure. He reached out with his weak hands to try and stop the girl, but it was no use. The next thing he tried was the clop after her, but the door slammed shut in his face. Little did he realize she was only using it as a threat so that maybe she would get her pet sooner.

I will get your pet! he screeched, praying that she had not called her up yet. He had the urge to try and break through the door with his tail, but he didn't dare do such a thing. He put his ear to the door, trying to listen in to what was going on. Inside, it sounded like complete silence. It was possibly a good sign.

The door zoomed open after another second, and Helen's head popped out of the doorway, her eyes once again bright and eager. "Promise?" she asked, her voice high pitched and cute-like.

The Visser felt his hearts melt once again. Promise.

Just then, one of the Hork-Bajir guards came through the entrance, and had made their way towards the Visser as if it was something very urgent. "There is someone outside waiting to meet you, Visser," he said respectfully, on the verge of peeing on himself in fear of standing in front of him.

The Visser muttered a few choice words before leaving his daughter, and following the guard out of the room, and to the lower levels.

"Oh Esplin, I couldn't live without you!" said Edriss over dramatically-- just the way Visser Three liked it. Maybe the day hadn't gone to waste like he had at first thought. She was again in her human form, carrying a rather curious-looking bag. Visser Three turned his head sideways in curiosity-- Edriss couldn't help but show an evil grin.

Oh, I couldn't either, he replied back with equal over-dramatics. He used his tail to trip her as she took a step forward, and made her fall into his arms, tilting her so that she looked up at him. Shall we? he hinted.

"Oh? Where?" Edriss gasped. She stood up, his arms no longer supporting her, her eyes wide.

The guard that stood and waited just behind them seemed to have just gotten over his fear, and rolled his eyes at how ridiculous the whole scene was. Could it get anymore goopier? "You know," he suggested in a monotone voice, "There is a closet right over there." He pointed a claw towards where he indicated.

Really? cackled the Visser, glancing back over at an evilly grinning Edriss. Shall we? His hand floated towards her, for her took take. Edriss grasped his hand, and they made their way towards the closet, leaving the guard hoping that he couldn't hear them from the upstairs. He was already in for a year of Yeerk counseling from all that he heard going on in that room. The girl seemed to scare him the most for some reason.

Better yet, better make it an early day. The Hork-Bajir went with that and left through the exit, hoping that it would be some time before they were through and realized that he was gone.

"DADDY!" yelled the girl through the door after a certain amount of time. "The council of thirteen wants to talk to you!"

That snapped Esplin out of what he was doing. Both Edriss and himself. They both felt their blood turned could, their thoughts flashing back to when they were both last together with the council. Edriss shook her head, knowing that things had changed a lot since then.

"We'll be there in a second!" called Edriss through the door.

Let me get this off first, muttered Esplin. The room was pitch black for about three minutes before their daughter had interrupted them, and neither of them could seem to find the switch at that moment.

"You don't have time-- we have to get there now!" urged Edriss.

Visser Three had started to argue, but he knew she was right. The longer they kept them could have meant the difference between life and death. He sighed, grumbling to himself about how it pinched and chaffed, and how ridiculous he would look in front of the council.

When they managed to get all the way to their apartment, Visser Three had only gotten off the Gladiator helmet, and nothing more. Helen stood at the door, waiting eagerly for them, her hands behind her back. One look at her dad, and she began to roll with laughter. "Ooooh, Daddy! You're in trouble!"

The big question was if she was laughing at him because he was in trouble, or what he was wearing. Probably both. For some reason, he felt like he was the child out of the whole mismatched family. They entered the room, their daughter taking the lead.

In the center of the communications room stood a large holographic image of all the council members, Garoff standing in the middle of the room. They all eyed Visser Three, quite a few of them snickering.

He wore a black leather and lacy corset strapped tightly around his waste, and somehow a thong strapped to the other end of his body. The rouge on his cheeks was colored a bit too thickly because it was the one thing on his blue body that glowed so much that it blinded nearly everyone's eyes. His wrists were cuffed, and in one hand, he carried the gladiator helmet.

Esplin could have sworn that all of the council members were looking at Garoff. Looks that kind of said, 'this is your fault.' Garoff only rolled his eyes, and began to speak. "Your daughter says that you promised to give her a pet," he began pointedly, accusingly.

Edriss could have sworn that Visser Three was shrinking back a bit. I-I did, he said.

"Well… Where is it?" Garoff glanced at the girl. The girl in turn smiled sweetly at him, her shoulders bunching up as she twisted back and forth bashfully. She began to giggle as he waved kindly at her and winked with his garish face.

He got away, said Visser Three, taking in a deep breath.

"I suggest you get him," warned Garoff. With that, the holographic image snapped off, leaving them in stunned silence.

Both Edriss and Esplin looked over at their daughter demented. She grinned at looked at them both innocently. "Now can I get my pet?" she asked sweetly.

AN: Sorry for the long wait-- I had been very busy as of late. I will add the next chapter this weekend. The corset, make-up-clad andalite is the idea of msTria. I really loved that idea and had to use it (with permission from her ofcourse!) Thank-you so much for all of the reviews Desteny Wolf and VoodooQueen126!! All the reviews made my eyes pop out of their sockets, lol!