Six was struggling to get his hand out of Rex's grip. He didn't like people touching him, never did, unless he was punching some guy in the face. Six kept squirming and Rex just gave in, "Six, enough." Six glared up at Rex, not liking that he had to hold Rex's hand or being shorter than everything. Six growled, "I don't like being touched, and don't call me Six. I don't want the other people seeing me small." Rex shook his head, "I am holding your hand so I don't loose you. And fine, I'll give you a different name. What name would you want?" Six shrugged. Rex hit his head against the wall, "Your no help. Ok then, your name will be...Dean."
Six looked at the ground, "Fine." Rex rolled his eyes. He couldn't wait till Holiday found that cure because Six was already being a pain. He walked into Six's 'new' room and made sure nobody was behind him. Six went to the bed and tried to get up on it. He jumped up and swung his legs around. Once he was on, he settled down back on the mattress. Rex saw his struggling with a bed and was very amused.
Rex sat next to him, "Alright then. Your name is Dean and you are Holiday's nephew." Six looked down, "Why Holiday?" Rex shrugged, "Well, Ceasar knows that we have no other family and no one would believe that you had a nephew or a son. That and Holiday agreed to it." Six frowned and looked back up at Rex, "If you knew that I would be Holiday's 'nephew', then why didn't you tell me?" Rex smirked, "Because." "Do the others now I am her 'nephew'?" Rex nodded, "Should."
Six crossed his arms and pouted. Rex rolled his eyes, "Ok, Holiday ordered you some clothes and it should be here by now. I want you to stay in this room." Six glared at him, "Why?" Rex was half way out the door, "Because, you are my responsibility." The Mexican's head then disappeared behind the door.
Six glanced at his bare feet, He didn't even steal me shoes. Six blinked back as he went over what Rex said, His responsibility. I am his responsibility. He gets in trouble if I do anything because I am five and don't know any better. Six gave a sinister little grin, time for some payback, Rex.
Rex walked back to the room with an arm full of clothes and a pair of shoes. Six opened the door, "Alright Six, here's some clothes that didn't come from a clothes line." He glanced around, "Six?" He placed the clothes down and looked around the room. He stuck his head in the closet, the bathroom, even under the bed. "Six?"
The teen stood up, great. He ran off. Rex walked down the hall and looked around. He saw an agent and asked, "Hey, have you seen a five year old boy? Black hair. Grey eyes. About two feet tall?" The man shook his head and went on.
Rex kept walking when he was a blur ran past him. "I think that was Six." A second blur past by, "And that is Bobo...of course." Three guys run up and stop, leaning on their knees gulping up air. The blonde guy gasped out, "Damn, that basterd is a fast one." The others nodded. The red head straightened up, "Hey, is that kid Doctor Holiday's nephew?" I slowly nodded, "Ya, Dean." The black woman said, "We'll I hear you are watching him." The blonde scoffed, "You better get that kid under control Rex. Oh, you going to help fix up those offices and scrub off that paint too, since you were suppose to watch him." Rex nodded and clenched his fists. He glared down the hall way, "Trust me, I will."
Bobo laughed once the two were hiding underneath a desk, "Man kid, you sure know how to have fun. What was your name again?" Six thought for a bit and then said, "Dean." Bobo nodded, "Dean. Well, you're a real card. You're more fun than Rex." Six smirked and held his paint spray can firmly, "Let's do there next." Six pointed to a couple offices down the corridor. Bobo nodded, "Alright kid, that's our next target."
The two ran down the corridor when he heard Rex shouting, "Dean! Bobo! Get your asses down here!" Six smiled and looked behind him. He started to run faster, avoiding the offices he and Bobo were supposed to hit.
The two entered where the labs were. They kept running until they ran into Holiday. Bobo skidded and fell on his face and Six pretty much rammed into Holiday's legs. Six looked up at Holiday. She had her arms crossed and raised an eyebrow. She talked down at Six, "What's going on?" Six shrunk back a bit and looked at the floor. Rex came in with two other agents and glared at Six, "I'm going to kill you!" Holiday shook her head, "Rex, tell me what happened before you kill people."
An agent pointed at Six and Bobo, "Your nephew and that monkey trashed thirty offices and graffiti them." Holiday looked back at Six, "Is this true Dean?" Six's eyes became watery and stood up. He whimpered, "I'm sorry. The monkey and I just wanted to play a game. I didn't mean to break anything. Honest. I'm just scared and wanted to play with somebody." Six hugged Holiday's legs. He looked up with teary eyes, "I'm sorry Aunt Holi."
Holiday's eyes became soft and loving. She patted the boy's head, "Its ok. Next time don't play so ruff." Rex and the other two agents where bug eyed and their jaws were dropped. Holiday looked up to the men, "See, he said he was sorry." Six smiled and stuck out his tongue, holding Holiday's leg tighter. He thought, Holiday is my shield too Rex.
The agents mumbled and left the room. Rex glared at Six. Bobo laughed, "I didn't know you were Holiday's nephew. Well, see ya kid, got some sleep I need to catch up on.
Rex stomped up to Six, "You are so dead Six."Holiday crossed her arms, "Rex, his mind is in a five year old state right now, he can't help it." Rex shook his head, "You are going to believe a 'sweet' face and crocodile tears?" Holiday waved her hand, "I know what I am doing Rex, and Six didn't mean it." Holiday turned and went back to her lab.
Six grabbed Holiday's hand and turned his head. He smirked and stuck out his tongue.
Isn't Six such a cute little devil? Haha! Please subscribe and review.