InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Child's Play ❯ Influence from Peter Pan ( Chapter 2 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Thanks for the review Star!! Inuyasha lives through a night of babysitting disaster. Yes! No more babysitting, whoop! Inuyasha is free...or is he?
(No Hotpockets were harmed in the making of this chapter.)

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.24.2006 | Updated On: 10.24.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 215 | Status: Work In Progress

A/N: Hi, here is the second chapter for Child's Play. I really hope you enjoy it. After this one is finished I will only have one more chapter to go! Yay! A note to all you who read this fanfic: I now you're there! So review! Pweease!! If you like, say so…if you don't, then tell me why. I want to know what I'm doing wrong, so I can improve! Well, I hope you enjoy chapter two of “ Child's Play”.

Disclaimer: My last plot has failed…So, I do not own Inuyasha…yet! The next plan, ingeniously dubbed the Rubber-Glue-You're-Turning-Blue plot, will change that soon enough! Mwahahaa!

Child's Play

Chapter Two

By: Evil-chan

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Somehow or another, I managed to get some sleep.

And sometime during the night, guess who decided to make me her own personal mattress? Here's a hint: it wasn't Buyo.

It took a few minutes for me to register the fact that Priscilla was asleep on top of me. Correction, Priscilla was asleep and drooling on me. Unfortunately, it took my sleep-deprived brain a longer time to realize we, the brat and me, weren't the only ones in the living room.

I heard a recognizable giggle and an achingly familiar “click”.

Damnit!

“ Inuyasha, you don't know what cute a picture you two make!” Kagome's voice came from behind me. I turned reluctantly and immediately noticed Kagome's cell phone poised and ready to take another humiliating picture.

“ Aww, Inuyasha, I knew you have a soft side! You're all bark and no bite!” Kagome cooed as she clicked another picture. Boy, was she getting a kick of this situation.

“ Mornin' wife dearest. You are home early.” I said in clipped tones, glaring at that stupid camera phone. Somehow, someday when Kagome is not around…that cell phone will perish! I mentally promised.

“ Early? It's noon, didn't you have a goodnight sleep?”

“ No.” I answered flatly.

She smiled, “ Well, how did the darlin' behave?”

`DARLIN'??' My mind screamed in protest. I forced a smile, “ Perfectly.”

She knew I was lying, but she played along. “ That's great!” She patted my leg while saying, “ Hurry up and get dressed, we have guests.”

“ Alright.” I stood up and the twerp, who was sleeping peacefully on my stomach, fell onto the floor.

“ Ow! WAAHH!” Well…she woke up fast.

“ INUYASHA!” Kagome scolded.

“ What'd I do?” Little crybaby, it was just a bump!

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I am in my sanctuary. I meditated. Untouchable. Invincible.

“ Uncle Inu, what you doin' up the tree?”

Or so I wish…Grrr-ate! She found me. I glanced down from my perch; yup, there she was awaiting my answer expectantly. “ Nuthin'. Now, go put a fork in an outlet or something.”

“Huh?”

Well, obviously this one wasn't an Einstein in the making. “ Nothing, brat, now leave me alone. I'm wishing for a life without you in the picture.”

“No! I want to go up the tree! Play with me!!” She ordered.

Mighty persistent isn't she? Well, I can be just as stubborn and clever. “ Sorry, you can't come up, you could fall, break your neck, and die. But I will play with you.”

“Yay!” She cheered.

“ We'll play see-saw.”

“ See-saw? But you don't have one Uncle Inu!”

Duh, Miss Obvious. Tis the point of my nefarious get-you-out-of-my-hair scheme! “ Yeah, I know that. But we can make one!”

Her eyes widened, “ Really?”

I nodded my head, “ Uh-huh. I just gotta get a piece of plywood and you have to find a…boulder!”

“ Where will I find a bowldar, Uncle Inu?”

“Uhh…” I looked franticly around for a suitable boulder…Damn it! Where am I gonna find a—AH-HA! “ Right there!” I said, as I pointed at a big, smooth boulder half dug into the snow. “ Now all you gotta do is dig it out and roll it over here.”

“ But I can't do that!” She cried.

“ Sure you can!” If you were a full demon child or Superkid, I thought. But, she didn't seem convinced by my encouragement. So I used a subtle threat instead. ” Fine, we won't play see-saw then, your loss!”

“ No! I can do it, watch!” And she ran to the boulder with a determined expression.

Feh, idiot.

Now, that that nuisance was taken care of, I surveyed the scene displayed in front of me. There was the oldest of the seven, Christina, talking into her cell phone with her boyfriend…whom it seems she can't live a minute without.

Feh, teenagers

Let's see… I surveyed the scene further; there was the second oldest, simply dubbed Jr. He was… err, on his skateboard on top of Souta's car, holding an old rope tightly. The other end of the rope was tied to a bike on which his sister, Stephanie, the third eldest, was stationed. Not to far away Spencer was expertly holding a video camera and his sister Jennifer, the fifth child, was watching the scene with anticipation.

Oh-kay, what the heck was going on?

That's when Spencer gave a quick thumbs-up sign. Jr. nodded. Stephanie twitched her nose and started pedaling furiously.

Here's a quick physics lesson

According to the laws of motion, an object at rest stays at rest, objects at motion stay at motion, unless an outside force acts upon them. Therefore according to the laws of motion, it was only logical that after being pulled by the force of his sister's rapid pedaling, Jr. would ramp down the car and be on his merry way, speeding towards a crudely built ramp that I had not noticed earlier.

And here's a common sense lesson: if you are about to do something as dare-devilish (and stupid) as the teenager in observation is, use a sturdy and strong rope.

Which is something that Jr. realized when his flimsy piece of string ripped apart and he and the skateboard were propelled, at a fast speed, towards a busy street.

His “ever- vigilant” sister did not notice that her cargo had just sling-shotted in the opposite direction, and continued pedaling.

I must admit that at noticing the boy's obvious danger, I tensed up and was prepared to save him. Until I remembered my laws of motion: objects at motion will stay at motion…unless an outside force acts upon it. Thankfully, that outside force came in the form of a tree and promptly (and painfully) stopped the runaway skateboarder. But don't worry.

Jr. was twitching on the snow.

Jennifer and Spencer were laughing their butts off.

Stephanie (a block away) finally realized something, or rather someone, was missing.

Christina took time off from the phone to scream, “IDIOT!”

And the best part is, we got it all on video!

Shaking my head slightly, I checked on Priscilla to see if she had given up her archeology duty.

Nope, she was still at it.

I looked at the scene completely, watched my front yard scattered with kids who were either: on the phone, pedaling back up the block, digging up boulders, lying on the snow (unmoving), or rewinding a camcorder and watching their favorite scenes…And all I could think was:

This is madness.

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Then again, as you grow up, you discover that Life is insanity Thankfully; you also learn how to live with insanity, and all the madness becomes routine; Life becomes a little predictable.

But, as I learned from yesterday and today, as soon as children enter the picture, you can kiss predictability and tranquility goodbye! And get prepared to expect the improbable.

Unfortunately, I wasn't prepared for the unexpected. So, when Kagome told me that I was going to baby-sit Prissy again (no, she didn't ask me; she told me, as in, my opinion and say so did not count) I wasn't prepared; I was speechless. Well, vocally. But, mentally a million protests and questions buzzed.

Wait.

“ Judging from your expression,” Kagome said, “ I'd say you're speechless.”

What?

“ So I'll repeat, you are going to baby-sit Prissy, while Emily and I have a girls night out.”

Why me?!!

“ You'll have to do it since Souta is also going to go out to visit friends he hasn't seen since forever. Plus, you seem to enjoy baby-sitting.” She laughed at the unbelievable fallacy of her last statement. If I weren't in a state of paralysis I'd also laugh…and cry.

If we weren't married, I'd…I thought.

“ Don't you growl at me Inuyasha!” Kagome scolded. “ Thank goodness we're married and you love me because I can just imagine what'd happen to little ol' me.”

YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!! I whined.

“ And of course, you are going to do me this little favor, or else…” She let the threat hang ominously.

I glared at her, daring her to finish her threat. She walked up to me slowly, keeping eye contact. She wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me down to her height. We were staring eye to eye, neither of us breaking contact. Then she smiled and whispered something so softly that if it weren't for my keen hearing, I'd have missed it. But I heard the threat nice and clear; I gulped audibly.

“Damn had to marry a woman that was miko,” I muttered to myself.

“What was that Inuyasha?”

“I said…what about the other brats; I'm not taking care of them too.” Kagome grinned “Oh, don't worry about them; they're staying at the Shrine.”

“Then why do I have to take care of the brat! Let her siblings take care of her, I bet she'd rather stay with them then with me.”

“Actually, Priscilla's the one who requested you as her baby-sitter. She is quite adamant about staying with you tonight.”

I could feel by brow twitch, when I get my hands on that twerp…I sighed a weary sigh of defeat. Kagome, upon hearing my telltale sigh, smiled victoriously and reached to rub my ears. Grr-ate, I was coerced into another undesirable baby-sitting job. And I'm not even getting paid!!

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There is a Kami!!

Due to the fact that Priscilla spent most of her afternoon at an (failed) attempt to excavate the boulder, her frail body was weak and exhausted from all her physical exertion. You know what that means, right? Yup, the little brat collapsed on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep this evening. Woot! Technically I don't have to look after her since she's asleep. Hells ya!

What is that little saying that Kagome usually tells me? Never shout glory before victory…or something like that— Well, yeah, I have to start listening to her advice. I swear I just took a couple of minutes taking a shower! Who knew that such a little, “sweet” twerp can make such a mess in such a short amount of time?

I came out of the shower feeling refreshed and rejuvenated and what do I see? The hallway littered with my clothes, my magazines, and candy wrappers that used to, I am positive, used to envelop my candy! But my possessiveness was the last thing in my mind at that moment because before I could shout I smelled the acrid stench of smoke, shit, I could see the dark, dense smoke escaping from the kitchen.

I ran to the kitchen, my heart pulsing with frantic trepidation. I feared the worst, I feared for Priscilla's safety.

When I reached the kitchen, the smoke, I realized, came from the microwave. Quickly, I yanked open the microwave door and saw the poor, burnt beyond recognition remains of the Hotpocket.

Now, that trouble was out of the way, I let out a gigantic sigh of relief, which was followed by an angry scream towards the guilty party.

“PRISICLLA!!”

“ Uncle Inu! Look at me!” I followed the little hellion's voice to the living room. Before I could rant and rave at her stupidity, I noticed she wasn't in the living room. WTF? Where is that—?

“ Uncle Inu up here!” Dare I look up?

My eyes bulged as I took in the sight of Priscilla standing on top of the bookcase, (how the heck did she get up there?) her arms stretched out as if preparing to take flight. “Priscilla get down there before—“

“ Peter Pan, Uncle Inu!” She said gleefully.

“ I don't care about him, get down before you—“ Once again I was interrupted.

“ I can fly!” And the little idiot jumped from the tall bookcase, and effectively crashed her head onto the ceiling, and fell down the towards the tile floor.

I could have just let her fall and knock herself out; but this (don't laugh people!) paternal instinct made me leap and catch the brat without a second's hesitation.

“ Uncle Inu,” she wailed, tears dripping down her cheeks. “My head hurts!”

“ Well that's the punishment you get for doing something stupid!” I said as inspected her, worriedly (Not that I cared for the brat, its just Kagome wouldn't let me live found out Prissy got a concussion when she was under my care!). Sure enough a bump was already forming; but it was small and didn't look bad.

I sighed. I swear I have aged twenty years already. Look! I got grey hair already! Oh, wait, that's my silver hair. Phew!

“ Priscilla, don't you ever do that again!” Her lower lip wobbled and her eyes started misting up again. “No don't cry! You just worried me.” I said more gently.

Priscilla buried her head into my shirt and nodded. Damn it all, if that gesture didn't make want to console and comfort her.

“ Oh, and Prissy how many minutes did you put on the microwave for your Hotpocket?”

She popped her head up and said proudly, “four minutes!” I raised my eyebrow in skepticism. Priscilla grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the foul-smelling kitchen. “ Look! I show you Uncle Inu!”

When we reached the microwave, she happily punched in a four, a zero, another zero, and (surprises of surprises) another zero! After punching in “four” minutes, she looked at me with pride, chest inflated.

“Priscilla that isn't four minutes, that's forty, and you almost burnt the house down.” I told her bluntly, and I felt like such an ogre once those words left my mouth. Her chest deflated like a balloon, the pride in her eyes was replaced by guilt and disappointment, and her lower-lip wobbled again.

Damn it, Kagome was right! I can be insensitive.

“B-but it's okay Priscilla! You were really close.” I tried to raise her spirit, and rid myself of the guilt. “ Yeah, you did good for a four year old, uh, just ask an adult if you want to use the microwave.”

She looked up at me with a trusting smile, “ Okay, Uncle Inu!”

My guilt vanished and I almost smiled. Almost! I couldn't let her see my soft side; I was playing the role of the evil uncle here.

“ Whatever brat, I'll make popcorn and you go pick out a good, “ -I emphasized- “movie.”

“ How about Peter Pan, Uncle Inu?”

“No! You've been influenced enough by Peter. Chose any movie but that.”

She ran laughing with glee to the living room.

I shook my head and was quite annoyed when I found out that I'm starting to warm up to the brat. Though I wasn't too fond of her at that moment, when I realized that I had to scrap of the charcoaled Hotpocket from the microwave.

I sighed; child's play is the devil's workshop.

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Phew, I am finished! Woohoo, finally! (Evil-chan yawns) Dang it, I'm tired. I hopes you ppl enjoy this chapter…I'd put my word list right now, but I doubt any of you actually read. So why waste my time? Though I'm probably thinking this cuz I'm so sleepy. Wellz, please read and review! The next chapter of Child's Play is going to be the last one…so yeah. Yay for me because one less story to worry about. And horray for you because you'll have the ending of a horrendous story, whoop…Augh, goodnight peoples!

Evil-chan

(Finally! Now I can sleep too!)

You're still awake?

Zzzzzzzzz

Oh my!

Someone get the fire hose to wake her!