My gosh it's been forever since I updated this thing. What's it been? A year? Well sorry~ high school ain't all fun and games. In fact for the longest time it took my creativity and it took a summer to recover. So I'm sorry for my delays. I'm going to get back to updating this as often as I can with my junior schedule (it's even worse than last year!)

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~~~~~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~~~~~

"Kinzo are you sure this is gonna work?" Kanon wondered as he and the said man were hidden within, ironically, a closet. They had set up all their pranks and awaiting for the guests and residents of the mansion to trigger the. The blue-eyed servant's employer eagerly awaited with a gleeful face reminded him of a child's. Kinzo gasped. "When has my pranks failed?"

The changed teenager incredulously at the old man. "The Flood?"

"How was I supposed to know that Krauss could fix the rig on the facuets?" the head of the Ushiromiya family defended.

Kanon deadpanned. "He's your son."

"Otou-san (1)?" speak of the devil, it was Krauss. The father of the businessman rarely seen outside of his room so the eldest son intended to pester the psychotic male while he had the opportunity. Kinzo instantly cupped his hand over the furniture's and his own mouth before they left a crack in their hiding spot to watch their efforts unfold.

"Otou-san!" Krauss entered their visuals. The blonde wildly scanned the vicinity for his parent. His mouth poised to call again. Then his legs were swept from under him. The normally strict mannered male was sent sailing in the air for milliseconds before his body collided with the ground. "Shimatta (2)!"

Kinzo and Kanon stifled their laughter as their prank succeeded. They silenced themselves as they listened to another set of footsteps approach the scene. The click-clack against the wooden floorboards indicated the oncoming person was female. This was only confirmed as a feminine voice wondered. "Onii-san (3)?"

It was Rosa, the youngest of Kinzo's children. Krauss was rubbing his butt as she walked forward. The mansion resident warned. "Rosa don't it's-"

His warning came to late as Rosa lost her footing. The ankle length red skirt the sandy-blonde lady wore fluttered outward, exposing her undergarments to her brother, father, and the servant. Red flushed onto the teenage boy's face with an expression of glee. He murmured. "Damn, Rosa's got some sexy legs."

"What?"

"Nevermind." Kanon muttered as they continued to spy on their handy work. Rosa and Krauss were stuck in a…suggestive position with Krauss beneath his sister, with Rosa straddling the male. His legs were entangled with Rosa's lingerie still exposed.

Suddenly a voice cried. "What's going on here?"

"N-Natsuhi!" her husband cried in surprise. "T-This isn't-"

WHAP!

That single sound resounded in the room. Rosa gasped as she fell off her sibling. Kinzo, rocked back and forth to stifle his chuckles. Kanon jaw dropped. His employer, the migraine-prone brunette, Natsuhi just b****slapped her spouse and huffed away. Krauss held his reddened cheek and started after his wife only to slip again, landing on his face. The blonde wiped at the substance that smudged on his face.

It was slippery, thus why Krauss and Rosa had sprawled onto the ground. It smelled familiar, like something you would have with breakfast. It was yellow, it was then Krauss realized what the substance was. Butter. Someone buttered the floor.

"Where are those servants?" flustered and embarrassed, the man wondered. "Genji! Shannon! Kanon!"

From in his hiding spot, Kanon whispered. "Your son is lazy teme (4)."

Kinzo nodded in agreement. From the hall emerged the oldest servant, Genji. His stoic mannerism had him greet. "You called, Krauss-sama?"

"Clean this butter up!"

Mentally the transformed furniture noted: Get Krauss later. Both of the Ushiromiya children left the room leaving the white-haired man to his duties. Genji fetched a mop and a bucket of cleaner. He began mopping when he said. "Kinzo-sama, I presume that Kanon-kun is under your order today?"

From the distance a variety of yelps were heard through out the mansion. All fear the power of butter! Kinzo snickered at his relatives' tumbles. He hoped to see someone fall off the stairs later today. The senile old man opened the closet door, brushing off the imaginary dust off his cloak. "That would be correct. Which reminds me, Kanon, isn't the hour nearly up?"

The said guy checked his watch. "It's 16: 50 (5), yeah."

A wicked smile graced the old man's face as he grabbed Kanon's wrist, rushing down the halls like an estatic child. He arrived at the kitchen and headed to pantry. The dark-haired youth was shoved in first with Kinzo following behind. Rubbing his sore wrist, the boy was about to complain about the death grip when they heard the restaurant-style entrance to the kitchen open. In stepped the chef for the Ushiromiya family, Gohda.

"Ah the stew should be about ready." he said in a sing-song tone. Kanon resisted the urge to pop out and strangle the man; he couldn't stand being in the vicinity with him. Then a smirk developed, but soon Kanon will feel some sweet revenge for all the times he'd be scolded and blamed for Gohda's shortcomings.

The stocky man grasped the lid of the pot. As soon as he lifted the lid, a grotesque face popped up. The kiss-up servant screamed in a pitch matching a female's. In blind terror Gohda dashed from the kitchen, screeching the entire time.

Kinzo and Kanon fell out of the closet laughing. Another voice quipped. "Kukuku, quite the joke."

The older maid for the household commented as she entered from the second available doorway to the kitchen. First to recover from his laughing fit, the teenager wondered. "You're not gonna rat us out are you?"

"Rat you out? For what?" A sly smile appeared as Kumasawa innocently said. "All I saw was Gohda run out as if the hounds of hell were chaing him."

Gratefully, Kanon returned the smile. Kumasawa was like the mother that never saw their child misbehaving, as the blue-eyed guy was doing now. The sixteen-year-old removed the mask and spring that were hidden in the stew, erasing any evidence that they ever there. However the furniture spilled a nearby spice. Some of the flavoring whisked into the air, and into the personality-changed servant's nose He coughed and gagged. "Sh**! sh**! sh**! It f***ing stings!"

Both of the elderly people only stared before laughing at the misfortune of the teen. After sneezing out enough of the spicy garnish, chili powder, apparently, the boy breathed a sigh of relief. His moment of karma being a b**** left him with another idea. Kanon gathered all the spilled powder and put it into the mixture along with some cayenne pepper. Using the spoon to stir the additions so they weren't detected, Kanon wasn't done with his sabotage.

He walked over to the tea cart. The tea was still bubbling on the kettle, however all the finger foods and a the dishware were already set up. The dark-haired male grasped the pot that held the sugar. He went over to the trash can and dumped it out. He then filled it with a substance identical to the sugar, salt. Footsteps meant some people were returning.

The older two were squashed, trying to exit out of the alternate route since the other is where the newcomer was coming from. Kanon, not bothering to try and shove with Kinzo and Kumasawa, opted for hiding. The only spot available was the tea cart. Ducking under the linen, the blue-eyed furniture managed to seat himself under the cart just as the elderly duo managed to escape and the door opened.

"I-It's in here…" the shaken voice coming from the archrival of Kanon, Gohda.

The click-clack across the floor informed the teenager, that the chef brought along a woman. Shifting of a lid was heard. "I don't see anything, Gohda-san. Are you trying to do something in appropriate, again?"

Immediately the voice was recognized as his surrogate sister, Shannon. Flustered, the dark-haired arrogant man defended. "T-That was only once, how was I supposed to know that you were showering?"

"Uh, knock?" Shannon answered. Gohda had been caught in the bathroom while she was in the shower and once while she was dressing. To the normally shy maid, he had intentionally peeped on her and got caught in the act. Whether or not it was true, the brunette didn't trust the cook. "Just get the food served, everyone seems to have had a long day of falling all day."

The tea cart began to move as Shannon pushed the cart to the dining area, where all the Ushiromiya were gathered, bruised and sore from slipping on the floorboards. Blue eyes peered outside of the cloth and saw…heaven.

Shannon may be called his 'onee-san' but they weren't related, meaning Kanon was free to look at her in suggestive ways as he was now. He noted her legs and even the lacy lingerie she was sporting. For a maid, his sister was pretty damn hot. A finger was held to his nose to suppress any blood that threatened to flow out.

As the maid made around the table, she stopped in front the familiar sight of his infatuation, Jessica. He whispered. "Jessie. Jessie!"

Hearing her name, the blonde whipped around. She prepared to speak his name aloud when the servant put a finger to his mouth. Warning his crush he said. "Don't eat, don't drink, oh and let's hook up later."

All of that the brass knuckle user understood until she heard 'hook up'. Was this the same Kanon? He even called her 'Jessie'! Before she could ask, the cart moved and the said person winked before being obscured by the linen of the cart.

The cart was reparked later in the kitchen. Kanon held up his palm and slowly curled each of his fingers. When his hand was in a fist a simultaneous spit take could be heard before cries of burning mouths and salty teas resounded, leaving a grin on Kanon's face.

Buttering the floor

Annoying his boss

Sabotaging the lunch

Probably putting his enemy in the worst trouble in his life…..

All and all, Kanon believed he had a pretty productive day.

~~~~~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~AllHailEccentricness~~~~~

Ah, I needed something to get back into the swing of things. I'll try to not run off on another hiatus, kay?

Just know, flamers, stay the hell out, and all other reviews and ideas are welcome.

Authoress' Notes:

1) Otou-san: 'father'

2) Shimatta: 'Sh**' or 'Dammit'

3) Onii-san: 'older brother'

4) Teme: b******

5) 16:50: 4:50 in the afternoon.