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Chapter Seven - Project Paint!
"I wanna be the prince," Kai snapped to Tyson as they both fought over a toy sword. "I gets to be the prince since Hero is the king," Tyson defended, "of the land of Bey. He, my brother so that make it right." "That isn't fair," Kai demanded as they continued to fight. Tala and Brooklyn just sat on the floor and watched the two with interest. Mr. Dickerson had needed to see Hiro about some problems with the BBA and had brought Kai and Tala to the dojo with him since no one back at the mansion would look after the two.
So there were four chibis sitting in the dojo with a pile of clothes to dress up in and toy swords to play with. Hillary had brought over some play clothes that her cousins had left during a recent visit to give the chibis something imaginative to do. It had led to playing dress-up that had started out as Hiro being the King of the land of Bey, with Tyson as the prince, Daichi as the evil dragon that plagued the country and of course Brooklyn was the princess that the brave prince was suppose to save. Daichi had bailed after Kai and Tala's arrival, complaining of back pains from Tyson's tackles. There was no way that he was going to play with the dynamic duo as they were still called. Hillary had offered to watch the foursome for a price while the adults talked but her cell phone rang and she was soon caught up in a conversation with a girlfriend and forgot about the four chibis which was going to cause a problem.
Tala had been persuaded to wear a yellow dress that looked similar to the one Belle had worn during her dance scene with the Beast. Brooklyn was wearing a dress with a blue vest, light blue sleeves with red accents and a yellow skirt like Snow White. They just sat on the floor and watched the two fight over the role that they both wanted to play. "Why don't they both be princes?" Tala questioned, wondering the obvious as Brooklyn nodded in agreement, "that would be easier." "Den they both can save us," Brooklyn added with a yawn, "dey too stubborn. Let's go do sometwing else. Me tired of watching this."
Kai and Tyson didn't notice that the two had pulled off the dresses, threw them on the floor and then left. They were too busy fighting over the toy sword. There was another one in the trunk but they both wanted this particular sword and neither was relenting. Our other twosome heard the adults in the lounge as they quietly walked past it. The door was shut so Hiro didn't know that two of the chibis had left the dojo or that they were unattended again. "What you wanna do?" Tala ask as Brooklyn shrugged, "Me wish we could draw. I love ta draw."
"Me gots some crayons and art supplies from Grandpa Ryu," Brooklyn stated with a smile as he clapped his hands, "we can use them. Dey in Ty-Ty's room." He ran toward Tyson's room which was fortunately open and looked near the bed that they both now shared. He had actually slept in it for two nights straight and was proud of himself for such a big accomplishment. He felt safe with Tyson and after sleeping with Hiro for a few days did not like waking up on him since he found something poking him in the stomach each morning when it was time to get up. He didn't know what it was because it was never there when he went to sleep. (A/N - lol)
He showed Tala some finger paints, crayons, color pencils and watercolors that he had used the night before with Tyson. He had drawn grandpa a nice picture of all of them that he had placed for display on the refrigerator with a magnet. "Grandpa said not to use dem when adult wasn't around," Brooklyn stated, remembering the warning. "He don't mind," Tala informed, "I wanna draw." They laid out the various items and started to scribble on the drawing paper.
Not even five minutes later found both Tala and Brooklyn with finger paint all over them. "I didn't know this stuff so messy," Tala remarked as he wiped his hands on the clean sheets of the bed. "We took bafth after we painted last night," Brooklyn stated as his nose itched, "water turned funny color." He scratched his nose and ended up with red paint on it. "You look wike Rudolph the red-nose reindeer," Tala howled as he burst into laughter.
"Do not," Brooklyn defended with a slight glare and was quite offended. Rudolph had been made fun of because of his red nose for being different just like Brooklyn had for his genius at beyblading. When Brooklyn threatened to pour the green paint on Tala to make him look like a Yule gift, he stopped laughing. "I gots an idea," he stated, "let's draw a prewty picture for Grandpa and Mr. D." "We gots no more paper," Brooklyn added as he looked at the floor.
"Don't need paper," Tala stated, simply, "we draw on wall. Do it all the time at home. Make prewty mural for them ta remember always." "Me don't know," Brooklyn said, reluctantly. "It will be fun," Tala remarked, "we get Kai and Tyson ta help. Come on." They managed to pick up all the items and walk back to the dojo to find only Kai still there.
"Where Tyson?" Tala ask as Kai shrugged as though he didn't care. "Went ta tattle on me ta that horrid Hillary," Kai informed, "cause I wouldn't play fair and hit him for calling me a meanie. What you got?" "Paint and crayons," Tala replied, "we gonna make a mural for Mr. D and Grandpa. Sometwing to remember our visit by."
Kai's crimson orbs lit up as he jumped from where he was sitting. "Great idea," he laughed, "that teach them ta leave that old hag watching us." Brooklyn looked confused as he looked between his two new friends. He for some odd reason did not like this idea but if he chickened out, then they might not like him anymore. He definitely didn't want them to pick on him again. Kai opened the blue jar of paint and dipped both hands in it and then smeared it all over the wall.
"Dis the sky," he remarked, "Tala, you do the grass. Brookie, can start on the trees." Tala followed his lead with the green paint as Brooklyn looked between the other colors. He dipped his hand into the brown paint and started to paint the tree trunks on the wall. After a few minutes, all of his doubts vanished because of the fun he was having. Grandpa and Hiro were going love this.
"Very good," Kai complimented a few minutes later at their hard work. They had managed to draw a nice picture of everyone standing together in a meadow. It was quite an impressive picture to be done only in a matter of minutes by three chibis. "What else can we do?" Brooklyn ask as he giggled and slung paint on the floor from where he clapped his hands. "Let's paint some more," Tala suggested as they took the remaining paint and decorated the other walls of the dojo. When they had finished in there, they went into the house and when the paint ran out, they used crayons.
Thirty minutes later, various walls of the house was covered in chibi scribbles and drawings. "This fun," Kai admitted as he finished a picture of Dranzer on the wall in the kitchen. "It is," Brooklyn agreed as he finished a stick man that was suppose to be Hiro. His drawing even had the sunglasses he had worn during the whole BEGA affair. "I scribbled on the walls in the potty," Tala informed as he came into the kitchen, "the black crayon and pencil are both gone." "I think we did enough," Kai informed as he sat down and admired their work, "let's go back to the dojo and play."
The three happily returned to the dojo, leaving foot prints on the floor from the finger paint. A few minutes later, the door to the lounge slid open as the three men inside walked out. "Your advice should come in handy, Hiro," Mr. Dickerson remarked, "and thank you for the tea. I hope that Kai and Tala weren't a problem for Hillary." "It's quite odd," Grandpa remarked, "we haven't heard a peep out of the little dudes for quite some time."
"Is that good or bad, grandpa?" Hiro ask with a laugh as he stepped in something wet and looked down at the porch. "Oh kuso!" he remarked as the three men saw the rainbow colored footprints and sweatdropped at the same time. "This is not good," Mr. Dickerson added, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping his brow, "not good at all." They walked to the dojo as their eyes widened from the paint, crayon and pencil markings on the walls along the way. The vein over grandpa's eye was bulging in an unnatural way as they heard laughter coming from the dojo.
Grandpa went first, throwing the door open as they saw three little chibis sitting in the middle of a very interesting scene. Grandpa didn't care that Tala had gotten Kai into a pink dress, his eyes had drifted to the walls of his beloved dojo that were now covered in various colors of finger paint. The house had been in his family for generations and had survived all of the Kinomiya offspring. The scene like the one before him had never happened before; not even with Tyson. It may have survived the rambuctious Kinomiya children but it had not survived the latest in the lines of the Hiwatari, Ivanov and Kingston families.
Brooklyn looked up to the three men first as his eyes widened with excitement. "Hero, you wike?" he ask but those cute chibi eyes were not going to get him out of this mess. He had done something so terrible that if he survived Hiro, he might not survive whatever punishment grandpa had in store for him. "We did it for you," he explained, taking a step forward but the young chibi sensed that something was terribly wrong. The adults were too quiet and they were not praising their artwork.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Grandpa Ryu shouted as he looked at the three chibis that were definitely responsible for the mess since they had paint all over them. It was on their clothes, in their hair and on their skin. Kai and Tala cringed from the tone of his voice as grandpa furiously waved his shinai at them. "LET ME AT THEM!" he yelled as they both flinched and then took off. Brooklyn was going to follow their lead but being hesitate was going to cost him. He was grabbed by the collar of his shirt by a furious looking Hiro.
"I can't believe you did this," Hiro snapped as his eyes burned with fury, "what possessed you, Brooklyn?" The little chibi knew he was in trouble since Hiro's tone was harsh and he didn't use one of his pet names. He knew better than to lie as he swallowed nervously. "Just doing what they do," he replied as the tears started to collect in his eyes. "If Kai and Tala told you to jump off the roof would you?" Hiro ask as Brooklyn nodded sadly.
"Me sorwy," he cried, "didn't mean ta make ya mad." "It's too late for that," Hiro fumed as Grandpa and Stanley took off after Kai and Tala, who were screaming bloody murder since they knew what punishment they would receive for misbehaving if they were caught. The chairman had only to mention the name Judy and it had sent the two into a fit. It was a good thing that they feared someone. Hiro carried Brooklyn into the unvandalized lounge before shutting the door behind them. "This is going to hurt me more than you," he remarked, sternly, "but you need to learn a lesson about misbehaving. I will not always be around to keep you out of trouble and you need to learn right from wrong."
Brooklyn didn't understand what Hiro meant but when he pulled his shorts down and placed him over his knee, he knew exactly what was going to happen. The hand that struck his bottom hurt as several more followed suit. It hurt his pride more than his rear as he burst into more tears and tried to get away from his guardian but was held firmly in place. It finally stopped as he was released and fell to the floor after tripping on his shorts. He was crying loudly but Hiro offered no comfort.
"I'm sorry," Hiro replied, "and if you hate me, I understand." He then walked out onto the porch and watched Grandpa and Stanley make another circuit around the house. Both of them were breathing heavily from the exercise as the two older chibis were intelligent enough to climb up a tree to prevent getting a spanking like Brooklyn had. As Hiro yelled for Tyson and Hillary, Brooklyn stayed on the floor and reflected on what Hiro had said. He was more troubled by the fact that he had upset Hiro than with the spanking itself.
"What's up?" Hillary replied as she entered the lounge to see Brooklyn crying on the wooden floor and Grandpa under the tree that the two other misfits had climbed into shaking his shinai violently. "Why weren't you watching them!" Hiro roared as Tyson took cover behind Hillary, "I paid you to watch them while we had our meeting! Go into the dojo and the rest of the house and you will see why we are so upset!" Even Hillary was shaken by the tone of his voice as she left the room but Tyson stayed behind. Hiro was standing outside on the porch but Brooklyn remained where he had fell.
"You wook like rainbow," Tyson remarked with a smile but when Brooklyn didn't reply, he sat down in front of him, "what happened?" The tears fell from Brooklyn's dark lashes and down his cheeks. He murmured something that Tyson didn't quite catch. Tyson stopped smiling when he saw the chibi bury his head in his arms that were resting on his knees and started sobbing again. "Brookie, what wrong?" he ask again, this time with concern.
"Hero spank me," he whispered as Tyson lifted his chin and then frowned from that news. "Why?" he ask. "We painted on walls," Brooklyn sobbed as Tyson gasp. "Hero!" he shouted, running to his older brother, "why you hurt Brookie?" "I didn't hurt him, Tyson," Hiro snapped, "I spanked him for his bad behavior and you had better be glad that you were with Hillary or the same thing would have happened to you."
Hillary reappeared at that moment with an uneasy smile on her face. "I'm sorry, Hiro," she replied as she bowed, deeply, "I was just on the phone for a few minutes." "All it takes is a few minutes for them to do something like this!" Hiro raged, "or they could have been hurt! You aren't going home until you help us clean this mess up! You had better be glad that you are too big for a spanking or I would have you over my knee like I did Brooklyn!"
It looked like a blood vessel over her eye was going to explode by his threat but Hiro was taller and more intimidating. He towered over her and she cringed beneath his furious stance. "Now watch Tyson and Brooklyn," he ordered, "while I help Grandpa and Stanley get the other two troublemakers out of the tree." He stalked off, leaving Hillary clenching her fist tightly and murmuring profanities beneath her breathe. When she tried to get close to Brooklyn, he scooted away from her.
He was still crying slightly but Tyson sat down next to him and wrapped a comforting arm around him. Brooklyn leaned into Tyson as shrieks were soon heard from the garden. It seemed that they had gotten Kai and Tala out of the tree and what was happening now was not at all pleasant. A few minutes later, Kai and Tala both appeared on the porch and they were rubbing their sore bottoms with their hands. Tala had been crying but Kai had not shed a tear during his spanking.
"Hero awful," Tala wailed as he joined Brooklyn and grabbed the other chibi tightly in a hug for comfort. Tyson moved from his spot to look outside to where both grandpa and Hiro were ranting. Kai grabbed onto Brooklyn from the other side as the three sat on the floor hugging one another and crying together. Tears finally leaked from Kai's eyes into Brooklyn's damp hair. The three clung to one another as though the other was a lifeline and that was how Daichi found them when he returned from his trip to the park.
"Holy Gaia Dragoon," he remarked as Kenny walked in behind him, "what happened here?" "Don't even ask," Hillary warned as the three men returned to the house. The three chibis shrunk back from them as Tyson hide behind Daichi, who looked surprised. "It's a good thing you returned," Hiro remarked, "You can help Hillary give these three a bath while we start to clean up." "What?" Hillary and Daichi said together and then added, "I'd rather help you."
"You are being punished just like them, homegirl," Grandpa fumed, "and you will do what Hiro says, you dig?" "Yes, sensai," she replied with a bow and didn't fight the command. Daichi pulled up Tala and Kai while Hillary grabbed Brooklyn. For some odd reason, he didn't seem to mind Hillary holding him unlike his reaction tothe kiss that Julia had given him. No one had time to ponder that odd bit of logic on his part as Kenny was sent to the store for cleaning supplies. They were going to need quite a lot of magic erasers for this mess.
An hour later found the three men inside while Daichi cleaned the walls of the dojo. He had managed to trade jobs with Kenny on his return since he offered to help Hillary with her own task. They had been hearing her screams coming from the bathroom for quite some time now. Hiro only grinned maliciously since he knew what it was like to bath three chibis from experience. He definitely prefered wiping the crayon off the wall. Tyson was oddly enough helping Daichi so everything was calm and under control for the moment.
"Hiro, you need to take a look at this drawing," Stanley called from grandpa's room. Both he and grandpa entered the room, took a look at the scribble on the wall and burst into laughter. "That is pretty good," Hiro admitted as he wiped his eyes, "but don't tell them I said that." The picture that they were admiring had Hiro, Dranzer, Wolborg and Zeus in it and they were all beating up a purple-haired figure that was undoubtedly Boris from the goggles that he was wearing. The three bit beasts figures were holding the man with their talons and claws while Hiro had a foot on his chest as in trumphiant.
"Leave that one," Grandpa commented, "I like that picture since it is quite creative. You know I have to admit that these little dudes know how to draw." "My arms are killing me," Hiro complained as he slumped his head against the wall. "That is enough for now," Grandpa offered, "we'll finish the rest later." "I think we got the worst of it off," Stanley admitted wiping his brow, "I believe it is time for me to take Kai and Tala back to the house."
"I would say that it was nice of you to visit but it wasn't," Hiro remarked as they put away their sponges and spray bottles. As they returned to the lounge, Kai and Tala emerged in some of Tyson's clothes since their own had been ruined by the paint. They fit the two of them well since they were bigger than Brooklyn. Brooklyn was wearing pajamas all ready since he wasn't going anywhere. Hiro was tempted to send him off to bed without any dinner for his part in this act but that was too cruel, even for him. He was having a hard enough dealing with the fact that he had spanked his boyfriend for actual bad behavior and it was bringing up some hentai thoughts.
'Stop thinking about it,' he thought to himself and slapping his head to get his attention off the subject, 'it just makes it worse.' This had been the fifth day since this whole affair had started and he was getting a bit desperate. He was a young man who needed his boyfriend but for the moment it was denied him. He briefly wondered if Brooklyn would mind if he did see someone else until he returned to his former age. He did have some old boyfriends that he trusted to keep their relationship confidental but that would be like cheating. He sighed again as the chairman said their good-byes along with Kai and Tala, who had apologized again for their behavior before they left.
Grandpa hmphed in the manner of Kai as he walked them out to the gate where they got into a BBA car. "I'm going to check out Daichi's blade," Kenny informed as he appeared, looking completely unfazed by the bath experience, "it was damaged during a battle in the park." Hiro saw why when Kenny put up a raincoat and hat in the closet. He ventured toward the bathroom but Kenny gave a warning before he left. "I would stay away from there if I was you, coach," he warned, "Hillary is not in a very good mood at the moment. She is cleaning up all the water on the floor."
Hiro nodded as Kenny grabbed his laptop. That just left he and Brooklyn alone and staring at one another. Hiro sat down and turned on the television. "Hero, me sorwy," came the small voice, "me bad boy and deserved spanking. Is everytwing okay 'tween us?" Hiro made the mistake of looking at him in his pathetic state and felt the anger fade away as quickly as it had come.
"Yes, everything is okay between us," Hiro replied as Brooklyn smiled and ran to him, "I am glad that you are so forgiving but never do it again!" "Me won't," Brooklyn replied, climbing into his lap and wrapping his arms around his chest, "me nevah do it again." "That's my boy then," Hiro added as he kissed him on the head and started to run his fingers through his soft hair, "I can never stay mad at you that long anyway." Brooklyn grinned into Hiro's shirt from his apology. He may have gotten into trouble but it had been so much fun and he couldn't wait to see what his two friends came up with next.
"Hero!" came another voice as Tyson appeared, "Daichi blading. Can me have Dragoon pwease?" "You are not getting a beyblade, Tyson," Hiro informed, darkly, "I have enough to deal with at the moment than having to patch holes in the wall from your launches. You are too young to be blading." "Me want Dragoon," Tyson demanded as he stomped his feet in irritation, "he mine."
"Do you want a spanking, Tyson?" Hiro questioned, "because I can arrange it and you can ask Brooklyn about it as well." "No!" Tyson shrieked, holding his rear with both of his hands, "me find sometwing else ta do." He ran off as Hiro burst into laughter. This was going to be interesting since he had found something that the two chibis feared. Maybe now he wouldn't have to deal with bad behavior.
"Do you want to beyblade, Brookie?" Hiro ask as his eyes darted from the departing form of Tyson to the chibi in his lap. "No," he replied, softly, "me don't want to blade. Might hurt someone." "And why do you say that?" Hiro ask to the sleepy chibi and prodding for answers about his past. "Always win," he admitted with a small yawn, "no one want ta play with me then." His breathing evened out as he fell asleep gripping Hiro's shirt tightly.
"I will always play with you, tenshi," he remarked, kissing his forehead, "and I think Kai and Tala will too. We will have to start calling you the dynamic trio instead of duo when you are together now. You are just as mischievous as they are. What happened to the sweet little boy I had before hahn?" At that moment, Grandpa entered the room with a cup of green tea in hand and sat down with a sigh next to him. "I see that you have forgiven the little dude," he remarked with a smile.
"No matter what he does, grandpa," Hiro replied, "I can not stay mad at him. I just take one look at those eyes of his and he has me exactly where he wants me. I am putty in his hands." "Remind me not to buy any of that," Grandpa added with a chuckle, "I all ready regret giving them the paint but even with the mess, it's nice to have kids in the house. It makes me feel young again."
"Well, Tyson wanted his beyblade," Hiro informed as grandpa frowned. "Don't give him that blasted blade," Grandpa informed, darkly, "I had to replace several walls in the dojo from their practice sessons for the Justice Five tournament. I would have to replace the entire dojo if he got ahold of a beyblade now." "You are probably right, grandpa," Hiro remarked with a chuckle, "you are probably right." The two men then fell into a fit of laughter that could be heard all around the dojo grounds.
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