Helloooooo Everybody!
"Hey that's my line! Or like my line-either way MY LINE!"
"Ooh someone's getting cranky!" (giggles)
"Zekko get out of here!"
"Make me Yaks!"
Both of you stop it! And you're are not supposed to be here!
"Yeah so leave Ze-"
Same for you Yakko.
"WHAT?"
(hooks arms with Yakko) "Better listen to the little lady Yakko. Come on! (drags Yakko away)
(ignores Yakko's pleas to stay and faces audience) For once Zekko's actually helpful...suspicious, yet somewhat grateful...Anywhoo! It's great to be back and with another chapter for everyone. I'm so glad you'll all have been reviewing still and it makes me happy to see people want to read my story! Thank you guys! (gives you all hugs) Now one last note. If you'd be so kind please check out my profile. There are a couple things for you Animaniacs fans or any other fandom fans to read. So please step on by and check it out. It might be of interest to you.
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CHAPTER 15: WAITING EQUALS TROUBLE
"This is stupid...making us wait here like dogs."
"Maybe it'd be better if you quit complaining."
"You being smart with me Wimpy? Because if you are-"
"Will both of you shut up!"
Both Gekko and Wakko stopped in the midst of their squabble to face Shayna. She had annoyance written all over her face. It wasn't rocket science to know why. Only minutes ago did their older brothers go into Plotz's office, leaving them outside in the waiting room, being bored to death. The siblings could only stay calm for so long. Eventually the ice broke and here we find Wakko and Gekko fighting like an old married couple. Well at least that's how their sisters put it.
"I swear it's like dealing with children." Shayna huffed.
Gekko growled, sending daggers for eyes at her. "Hey I'm no baby! Don't be mistaking me for Wimpy here."
Wakko scowled. "I'm not a baby!"
"Prove it then!" Gekko dared shoving Wakko back. "Fight me like a real man instead of some quivering child!"
Wakko stumbled back nearly crashing into the chairs of the waiting room. Dot, who had been sitting on those chairs, quickly got up and helped Wakko. Once recovering from the near crash, Gekko's words came back to him. His eyes narrowed at the smirking toon, he undid himself from Dot's grip.
Wakko reached behind his back. "Maybe I will…"
"Alright enough of this!"
Before Wakko could even pull out his mallet someone stepped in front of him.
"Dot what are you doing?"
His sister scowled crossing her arms. "Making sure you don't do something stupid."
Gekko snickered. "Sounds about right…"
As Wakko scowled Dot faced Gekko, surprising the toon with her deadly glare.
"And you." She poked him harshly in the chest, Gekko raised an eyebrow at her.
"Me what?" He mocked, a smirk settled on his lips.
"Quit trying to be some tough guy. We get the message already. You're the big bad boy no can mess with. Oh how I tremble with fear!" Dot dramatically swooned.
Gekko's smirk fell, a scowl replaced it. "Why you little-"
"Shut it Gekko!"
Shock flashed on his face before he switched his gaze on Shayna. "What now? You're siding with them?"
Shayna got in her brother's face. "I'm not siding with anyone!"
"Then why-"
"Zip it!" Shayna said quickly forcing an actual zipper over Gekko's mouth. Shocked, Gekko moved his hands to his enclosed mouth. Muffled words tried making their way out, but it was pointless.
"You're going back to your seat this instant mister-don't glare at me! You started it!" Shayna said crossing her arms.
"I like him better with the zipper." Wakko quipped.
Gekko shot Wakko a quick glare and he chuckled nervously, inching back from the toon. Rolling his eyes Gekko faced Shayna. With a muffled grunt of agreement, he marched back to his seat, a good distance away from both Wakko and Dot. Shayna shook her head at her brother before looking back at the others.
"He still venting or can I finally call him a jerk?" Dot said cocking an eyebrow at her.
Shayna scowled. "Give him a break."
"So what? So he could break one of us?" Wakko said, crossing his arms.
"Want me to zip you too?" Shayna dared.
Wakko slapped a hand over his mouth. "I'm good."
She sniffed, turning away. "Thought so."
Both Wakko and Dot watched as Shayna walked away, moving towards where her brother was. They only watched long enough to see Shayna smack the back of Gekko's head, getting a decent scowl from him, he had long gotten rid of the zipper.
"You shouldn't try getting to fights with him."
Wakko turned to Dot. She had her arms crossed, looking at him with narrowed eyes. He returned the gaze.
"He's the one who started it!" Wakko protested.
"I don't care who started it! I just don't want you getting hurt."
Wakko huffed. "I could've taken him."
"Do you want to have me end up with one less brother?" Dot questioned hands on her hips.
"No, but-"
"I don't trust them."
Wakko blinked, confused by the sudden softness of his sister's voice. She sounded fragile, small...he didn't like it. Facing her he found she was glancing in their direction. Wakko did the same. The two were talking, quiet and harsh whispers sent back and forth like snapping whips. Each having their own murderous glares. Gekko's more of anger whilst Shayna's was of frustration. Wakko's brow furrowed.
"I don't either." He admitted and looked at his sister once more. "Why don't you?"
Wakko knew his reason plenty. That little chat he had been given still made a chill run down his spine. If he concentrated hard enough, not that he wanted to, he could still feel Gekko's claws bristling under his chin, the sharp end ready to pierce through. Wakko pushed the feeling down with a shake of his head. Now was not the time to be thinking of that.
"There's just something about them." Dot suddenly said, startling Wakko out of his wits. He had nearly forgotten they were talking.
"Like what?" He asked, curiosity striking him.
She crossed her arms shrugging. "I don't know really, but…"
Wakko caught her side glance at the two. Shayna now had pulled Gekko by his ear, close enough to her so she could whisper whatever she had to say. By the look of Gekko's face he could tell the toon wasn't too happy, both for the ear pulling and whatever scolding he was getting.
"...there's just something about them." Dot finally said.
"Well that clears up a lot of things."
"You want a zipper too?"
"I'll shut up now."
"Better." Dot said with a giggle as she jumped into the seat next to Wakko. He was just about to roll his eyes when an arm hooped around his. Blinking in surprise, Wakko turned to see Dot laying her head on his shoulder, almost in a protective manner.
"Uh Dot-"
"Don't try and pick a fight him Wakko." She interrupted. Wakko couldn't help, but blink in surprise once more. How could she sound so serious and so fragile at the same time? Maybe it was a girl thing…
Her grip on him tightened. "I don't want you getting hurt."
Before he could say a thing she whispered something that stopped him cold.
"You saw what he was gonna do back there...what if he tried doing that to you?"
Wakko felt his mouth go dry. The all too familiar threat from the car beginning to gain back its leverage as he remembered just how far that toon would go. Both then and there, in the car and prison, he had seen something in those black eyes. It made Wakko feel small...vulnerable. Like a frightened animal close to a predator's claws. He gulped. Wakko doubted it very much Gekko would back down in a fight. He'd rather throw the first punch then end things in a more civil manner as far as Wakko could tell.
Realizing he had been stuck in thought far too long, Wakko shook his head and held his sister closer.
"I won't." He reassured.
"Promise?"
He nodded. "Yeah promise."
A small silence came between them. It had come close to being unbearable until it was broken.
"Think Yakko blew Plotz's top off already?"
Wakko smirked. "Probably. I doubt he'd miss that chance."
Dot smiled. "Yeah."
Another small silence.
"Think they'll be done soon?"
"I think so." Wakko guessed.
It hadn't been too long since they went in, but they were getting restless and waiting around didn't exactly spell fun. Wakko was sure they'd be out soon. Yakko had only said they'd be signing some contract and be out in a flash. What could go wrong with that?
"This is ridiculous! I won't have it!"
"Zekko calm down-"
"Shut up Yakko! Don't tell me to calm down!"
"Now Zekko, let's not lose our heads, ja?"
Yakko did all he could to not facepalm right there and then as Zekko gave the doctor the most murderous glare he could muster. Clearly this guy had already lost his head. Scratchansniff wasn't helping one bit.
How this had all turned around Yakko was still trying to weld his mind around it. For the main part nothing went wrong. In fact Zekko had been cooperative until this moment. You could tell the guy was trying. All those glares he was giving Plotz did not go unnoticed, but he stayed firm in his seat. Not in the chair's favor though. Every time Zekko's hand unlatched itself from the armrest, Yakko's widened eyes saw the growing dent within the chair. It had been a miracle the psychotic toon hadn't decided to let the lion out of it's cage for the tension between both CEO and him was pretty high.
Now Zekko was yelling his head off. It had been so abrupt Yakko had flinched when the toon rose from seat, an outraged glare set on his face. All when Plotz said they had to go through-
"Psychiatrist therapy?!"
Yakko jumped from his thoughts at both the shrill yell and when Zekko slammed his fist on the desk. Switching his gaze over to Zekko he saw the hardened stare upon his eyes. His breathing came out in deep and ragged breathes. He was so focused on his anger he had to use Plotz's desk to support himself. For the briefest moments Yakko thought he saw the toon's arms trembling. Maybe it was just him, but it didn't look like he was shaking from rage…
"I never agreed to this." Zekko hissed, voice almost a snarl.
Plotz, who had been cowering under the furious Warner, finally gathered up the courage to stand straight and look at the toon dead in the eyes. He pointed at the contract before them.
"As long as your signature is on this paper then you have agreed to this." Plotz said.
Zekko growled, cursing to himself. Unfortunately, Plotz had already presented the contract to him moments before. He wasted no time signing it. If he had know of this then he would've made the puny CEO change it.
Psychiatrist therapy…
Zekko's blood boiled. It took all his willpower to not let his arms tremble. At the same time he felt numb, he could feel his heart racing inside his chest, if he didn't control himself the world would start turning red and nothing good happens after that…
"Zekko it's only von session every two weeks." Scratchansniff tried reasoning.
Zekko's grip on the wooden desk tightened. He could feel his claws wanting release. If he had known the man was a psychiatrist long ago, back there at the prison, he wouldn't have had the mercy to control himself.
"Two weeks?" He rasped. Zekko didn't trust his voice to go on.
Scratchansniff took this as a sign of compromise. "Ja, ja. Only every two weeks. Zat not so bad it is?"
Somehow through Zekko's scrambling thoughts he managed to clear his head.
One session every two weeks?
He took this as a blessing. It could, perhaps, be seen as better. Zekko still didn't like the whole thing, but as long as he wasn't being suffocated with numerous psychiatrist sessions...then he could deal with it. He could be in control of himself at least. How is the question, but until then he would cross that bridge when he came to it.
Everyone waited for him to say something, anything. When he hadn't Yakko stood to see why, but Zekko had already straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest. Eyes closed he sighed.
"I guess not." Zekko muttered.
Scratchansniff looked relieved. "Zat's good zat you are okay with zis-"
"I said it's not bad. Never said I liked it." Zekko quickly cut in shooting the doctor a glare.
That stare quickly switched back to Plotz, who shrunk back by it's intensity. Like there was something to amused about, Zekko let a grin slide on his face.
"By the way Plotzy…"
The CEO gulped. "Y-yes?"
"If you ever got a death wish then I'm your toon." Zekko said with a wink.
While Plotz blanched, Yakko cocked an eyebrow. "You're all about tact aren't you?"
Zekko smirked. "It's a gift."
"Yeah right…." Yakko drawled with a roll of his eyes.
"So can we finish this already?" Zekko said addressing Plotz. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "The stench of authority is getting on my nerves. Anyone got room spray?"
"Rose or orange scented?" Yakko quipped.
"I prefer lavender." Zekko said spraying the bottle right at Yakko's face.
While Yakko choked on the overwhelming scent Plotz gathered the contract papers.
"I don't think there's anything else. So you all can go on your way-"
Plotz was abruptly interrupted when a blue gloved hand smacked down the contract onto the table. Scared out of his wits, the puny CEO looked up to find black eyes staring back right at him. He gulped as the scar eyed toon leaned in closer.
"Now now Plotz." Zekko cooed. He chuckled. "We seem to be forgetting something…"
"W-what do you mean?"
The toon tilted his head, letting the already unbearable silence expand past its limits. With an amused hum, Zekko lifted his hand off the desk and walked towards the other end of the room. Everyone watched as he stopped a foot away from a certain painting. He rapped his knuckles against it. A metal thud bounced off with every knock. Zekko looked back, a noticeable grin spread on his lips.
"Been hiding something aren't we Plotzy?"
Before Plotz could speak, Zekko swung open the painting revealing the safe behind it. As the toon made a tsking sound with his tongue he pressed the side of his ear against the metal and began twisting the combination lock.
"That's studio property Zekko!"
Zekko only chuckled making the CEO red with anger. "Actually my property is in here. So if you don't mind-not that I care-I'm getting it back. So if you'll excuse me…"
A loud click came from the safe and Zekko grinned.
"You can't do this!"
Ignoring the CEO, he continued to open the safe.
"Yakko you're his guardian! Stop him!" Plotz ordered.
"Zekko what are you even doing?" Yakko questioned. Even he was suspicious of the toon's actions.
The psychotic toon didn't bother to answer either him or the CEO. Instead Zekko rummaged the stuff inside the safe. His eyes examined every nook and cranny of the metal safe. To be honest the thing was pretty dull, but that's not why he was purposely making Plotz angry.
It should be here somewhere…
"Ah! There you are!" Zekko exclaimed reaching inside.
"Zekko put whatever you grabbed back this instant!" Plotz ordered. "It's studio property-"
"First of all no." Zekko said slamming the safe close. He turned towards the CEO. "And second of all this does belong to me if you don't remember."
Yakko nearly did a double take seeing what laid in the toon's hands. It was a small metal box with a red button on top.
"You don't have the permission to take that!"
Zekko grinned. "Now Plotz someone hasn't been reading his contract."
Plotz looked confused. "What?"
"Well first of all…"
In the blink of an eye everyone was startled as Zekko suddenly vanished from the spot he stood. Before panic could spread Plotz let out a scream.
"So jumpy." Zekko said giggling. He had merely tapped the guy and in no time at all Plotz had hid under his desk.
Zekko snatched the contract. Quickly he flipped through the pages before finally finding the page he wanted. He cleared his throat and began pacing back and forth in front of the desk.
"As our contract says 'Under guardianship, eldest Warner, Zekko, now has full access under both adolescents Gekko and Shayna Warner. Any properties once sealed under studio protection are also to be given back to original owner-"
The toon grinned in Plot's direction.
"-Zekko Warner.'" He closed the contract. "That make things clear?"
"Let me see that!" Plotz snatched the paper contract back.
"Hey!" Zekko yelped. "I could've gotten paper cut you know!"
Once Plotz reopened the contract he quickly read through it, muttering the words back to himself. Zekko walked over to Yakko side and nudged his brother.
"Ain't this fun?"
Yakko scooted away from the toon. "Define fun."
"Well if you want. Noun. Means enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure. Synonyms being-"
"I didn't mean it literally."
Zekko tilted his head confused. "Then why ask?"
Yakko cocked an eyebrow. "That's an old joke you know."
Zekko quit the act and grinned. "You catch on quick."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Smart." Zekko giggled. He then looked at Yakko with new founded amusement. "By the way, I never got to ask..."
Now it was Yakko's turn to be wary. The way he trailed off was very off.
"Yes?"
Zekko giggled. "You sound so tense."
"Says the guy who isn't next to the psycho."
That knocked the smirk right Zekko's face. For a second Yakko almost felt a sense of astonishment in him. Had he just tripped up the guy? Then that was crushed like a bug when Zekko frowned. He crossed his arms, clearly unamused.
"Talk about a low blow Yakko."
Then the smirk slid right back on the toon's face. He looked back forward.
"Maybe we aren't so different after all…"
Yakko turned to face the toon. What did that mean?
He never got to ask when a slam of paper sounded out. Plotz looked both irritated and flustered as he threw back the contract on the table.
"Unfortunately, he's right…" Plotz said.
"A lovely philosophy don't you think?" Zekko quipped with a grin.
"Just take the box and get out of my office! We're done here!"
"Alrighty then!" Zekko said saluting. He then hooked his arm around Yakko and dragged the toon towards the door.
"Hey! I can walk you know."
"Sure, but this gets you annoyed." Zekko said keeping a firm grip.
"Oh brother…"
"That's me!"
"Let go already!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth the grip was gone and Yakko fell to the ground. Hearing his brother's yelp, Zekko turned to him, smirking as placing his hands on his hips.
"Happy now?"
"Enthusiastic." Yakko drawled picking himself up.
"Good! Now let's go!" Zekko said once more marching for the door.
"What's your hurry? Have any more people to drag out against their will?"
"Hardy har har. So funny." Zekko dralwed. He then smirked. "Actually I got something to show you."
"What's that?"
Yakko saw the metal box being tossed up before a blue gloved quickly snatched it. Zekko hummed in amusement examining the little box as Yakko watched and then tilted his head as a following gesture. He walked for the door with Yakko not too far behind. Zekko grinned.
"You'll see…"
What is the mysterious thing Zekko's hiding? Will it be dangerous? Or is this just another prank?
"You have no fate in me do you?"
Zekko get out!
(crosses arms) "You gotta make me cause I'm not budging."
Yakko! Get your brother out of here!
"Why should I?"
"Yeah why should he?"
Because if he does I'll go on one date with him.
(scoffs) "Like he'd fall for that-"
"SOLD!" (begins dragging Zekko away)
"Wha-HEY!"
Bye boys! (waves at eager Yakko and grumbling Zekko as they walk/being dragged away) Okay everyone that's all for now. So please review. The Queen has left the building! Bye!