Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Two Chibis ❯ Two Chibis ( Chapter 1 )

Two Little Chibis

Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss! I wanna, but I don't!

Warning: None that hasn't been mentioned in any other of my fics.

Shonenai / Yaoi. Take your pick.

A.N.: This story popped into my head one day, and I couldn't stop laughing. I came up with the idea of 'what would happen if the two youngest members of Weiss got turned back into kids (say five to six years old), and Schwarz somehow got their hands on them'?

Omi: You want to torment Ken-kun and me?

Chaosdreamer: Do you really think I'm that kind of person?

Cast: (unanimously) Yes.

Chaosdreamer: <Pouts> Fine, I see how it is…

"Mou! Siberian!" Omi hissed annoyingly near his companion.

"I know, I know! Calm down, Bombay!"

"How can I be calm? I don't know where Abyssinian or Balinese are!"

"That's your fault, not mine!"

"You broke my laptop!"

Both young assassins argued quietly, slowly moving through the factory equipment as they tried to locate the older assassins of Weiss.

The mission should have been easy. All they had to do was infiltrate a factory making some sort of youth serum, and destroy any evidence of the makers and the makings of the serum.

It would have been easy if Ken hadn't found a way to break Omi's poor laptop. The brunette assassin had lost his balance and fallen on top of the laptop, much to Omi's dismay. Their other teammates were on the complete opposite side of the factory; there was no way either Omi or Ken could find their way through the mazes of hallways without the aid of the flattened laptop.

"Where are we?" Siberian murmured, making sure that there were no guards or scientists nearby. Omi glanced around, seeing that they were in some sort of lab filled with large metal canisters. Omi jumped slightly, realizing what he was looking at. "Siberian! This is the youth serum! This is great! Abyssinian and Balinese have probably already copied and deleted the data on the serum! Now all we have to do is destroy it!"

Ken raised an eyebrow, truthfully not believing that it would be that simple. "How do we destroy the fluid? Better yet, how do we actually open the canister to destroy the liquid?"

Omi bit his lip, moving to examine one of the canisters. "It looks completely sealed. I don't even know how to open it…" The smaller assassin ran his fingertips along the cold metal, trying to find some sort of switch.

Unfortunately for Omi, it hadn't been known that the metal surrounding the canisters reacted to touch, a large panel on one side opening automatically while the scientists had been wearing proper protective material in order to handle the liquid without being affected by it.

Neither Ken nor Omi had the proper protective material.

The look on both assassins' faces was priceless as the liquid spilled out of the sudden opening on the one side of the canister in a miniature waterfall, completely dousing the two assassins, swallowing their small cries of surprise as the silver fluid completely coated them.

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//Why are we here again, Bradley?// Schuldig whined mentally, already having grown bored with wandering the factory. He kicked at the floor beneath him, flicking away invisible traces of dust on his green jacket.

Crawford slowly counted backwards from ten, knowing that yelling at the telepath would only incite the infuriating German further. "We're here to get rid of the scientists making an unknown liquid. Our buyer does not enjoy the competition that this company is providing to his own industry."

Nagi rolled his eyes slightly, already having heard Schuldig's complaining since they had gotten out of the car. Farfarello didn't seem to care either way what his teammates were doing at the moment, simply wandering down various hallways, occasionally abandoning the group entirely to find something else of interest.

"Farfarello!" Crawford hissed, storming after the pale man as he once again went wandering down a convenient hallway, Schuldig and Nagi hurrying up to catch up with the two men. "Stay with us! You're not suppose to be wandering!"

"I heard something…" Farfarello murmured, ignoring the irate precog for the strange sounds that had caught his interest.

"What sound?" Nagi inquired, listening for whatever Farfarello had heard.

//I hear it…//

Crawford shushed them, quietly listening. Sure enough there was a sound, though faint. It sounded like a person. No, two of them, up ahead.

Crawford sighed in defeat, hurrying up to catch up with the other three members of Schwarz as they left him behind. After a few more twists and turns in the hallways they came into a lab filled with canisters. However, one was open, though suspiciously, there was no liquid on the ground.

"It must evaporate quickly when exposed to air." Nagi murmured softly in quiet interest. Farfarello appeared entirely interested in something else near on of the farthest canisters, actually dropping down into a crouch to peer further between the pillars of metal.

"That explains the liquid not being there," Schuldig quipped, wanderings towards several limp objects on the floor that had caught his interest, "But what about these clothes?"

"Clothes?" Crawford repeated, moving to where Schuldig had indicated.

Sure enough there was a pile of clothes. Assassin gear, actually, and very familiar looking.

"Siberian and Bombay's assassin gear." Nagi said, somehow following Crawford's stream of thought, the boy's gaze flickering around nervously scanning for a possible surprise attack from the other members of Weiss.

"Not exactly." Schuldig interrupted, bending down to scrounge through the abandoned clothing, his slim hand carefully maneuvering around the bugnuks and darts. "The main shirts of the outfits are missing, as well as the socks and boxers."

Crawford frowned. "Why just those items of clothing?"

Farfarello snorted from nearby in seeming disgust of Crawford's lack of comprehension. "The only things that can fit on them." He answered casually.

"What?" Crawford demanded only to be drowned out by Schuldig's sudden laughter, the redhead shaking in mirth at the sight that greeted him.

Farfarello stepped out from where he had been crouching earlier, something held within his arms. Crawford looked closer, slowly realizing it was a child, a very familiar looking one at that.

Omi, or otherwise known as Bombay, was now five years old. Large blue eyes looked up at the assassins of Schwarz, peering through long strands of blond hair, the large white shirt swallowing him down to his knees, covering the boxers that he wore underneath. Small feet covered in large socks kicked slightly in boredom as Omi peered at the taller strangers with an obvious look of curiosity, not seeming upset at being within the arms of the resident psychopath of Schwarz.

Schuldig couldn't stop laughing, shaking his head in delight and surprise, long fire-red hair spilling out of his yellow bandana. "Never thought I'd see this anytime soon." The telepath dropped eye level with the chibi, making slight faces at the small boy until Omi squealed in delight, reaching inquisitively for Schuldig's long strands of hair.

"He doesn't have any memory of who you are. He has no fear of either of you." Nagi spoke the obvious out loud, amused at watching Schuldig try to keep his precious hair away from the small chibi. "But then, where is Siberian?"

Hearing that Crawford scanned the area, looking for the missing individual. Seeing nothing within the vicinity he moved to a hallway on the opposite end of the lab, looking to see if the other assassin had wandered away.

The sight that greeted him almost gave the precog a heart attack. Siberian was in the hallway, swallowed by a black shirt and clothed in boxers and socks, but the small chibi was using an extension cord hanging from the wall to pull himself to his feet. Large electronic devices groaning above him as the shifted to the edge of the shelf they were balanced upon, the insistent tugging of the cord slowly causing them to hang further over the shelf.

Crawford acted quickly, diving and scooping the small child off of his feet as the shelf finally gave way, a large number of electronics falling and breaking upon the area that Ken had last stood.

Ken cried out plaintively in shock and fear against Crawford's chest, startled by the loud noise and sudden grab from the large figure, small hands gripping the front of the precog's suit. Crawford's hand absently rubbed the small child's back as he stomped back into the lab, meeting the confused gazes of the other assassins. Whatever words Crawford would had brought up was interrupted by the sound of pounding feet. Either security had heard the loud noises or the rest of Weiss had managed to find their way to this side of the factory, their pace quickened by the echoing sound of something breaking.

"Let's go." Crawford ordered the other assassins following him as he moved quickly towards the way they had come, bringing with them their two smaller guests.

"What are we going to do with them, Crawford?" Nagi asked as they finally reached the car, Nagi and Farfarello sliding into the back of the large black vehicle, Crawford handing the now silent brunette child to Schuldig as the telepath sat in the passenger seat.

"Bring them with us."

Once they were on the road and Crawford was now driving back to the safe-house Schuldig glanced back to see that Omi had fallen asleep within Farfarello's arms, the small child's blond hair standing out against the man's scarred pale skin. Schuldig huffed softly, turning back and looking curiously at the little bundle of joy in his lap. Ken looked up at the telepath with an equally curious stare, large brown eyes almost lost beneath a fringe of brown bangs. To his surprise Ken was far quieter than Omi had been save for crying at the loud noises before, but that had been understandable. Ken merely entertained himself by inspecting Schuldig's hands, comparing his smaller hands to larger ones and turning Schuldig's hands at different angles to peer at them in silent observation.

"And the reasoning for bringing both of them? We could have just left them there for the other Weiss kittens to find." Schuldig offered as he allowed Ken to grip his hands.

"I doubt either would survive that long. Siberian was about to be crushed by electronics the moment I found him. Besides," Crawford delivered a rueful grin to the curious telepath, maneuvering the car to pass beneath an overpass. "This is an excuse to torture the rest of Weiss with the knowledge that we have the youngest members of their team."

Nagi frowned. "We're not going to hurt them, are we?"

Schuldig glared at the precog. Personally, he had no desire to harm either of the small children, even if they were Weiss or not.

Crawford glared back at the telepath, catching his disapproving glance. "No." He answered simply.

Nagi sighed in gratitude, thankful for that small reprieve of neither Omi nor Ken being physically or mentally harmed. He looked at the sleeping child in Farfarello's arms, surprised at how carefully the Berserker held Omi, unconsciously making sure the boy's head was properly balanced as well.

"So then, where will they be sleeping tonight?" Nagi asked curiously.

The awkward silence was enough of an answer for the time being.

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On the way to the safehouse, at Nagi's persistence, Crawford had stopped at an outlet store that was still amazingly open at the late time of night. After grabbing several pairs of proper clothing for the chibis, they finally reached their destination, two children and three bags of clothing accompanying them

From there it became interesting. There was a small argument as to where the chibis would sleep. Schuldig refused to share the same bed complaining that he'd probably roll over on one of them in his sleep, being a notorious bed hog. Farfarello was out of the question since he tended to usually be hung from the ceiling upside down in his straightjacket, not the best type of sleeping conditions for either child. Nagi finally broke down, saying he would share his bed, not wanting to have this remedial argument when he could be sleeping.

And that was the main thing that surprised Crawford from his deep sleep at three in the morning forced out of his slumber by a plaintive whine. The precog blinked groggily, a blurred vision of brown eyes and a shaggy brown head peaking at him from the side of the bed, the small child dressed in a large pair of white pajamas. Crawford glared at the small child, his mind already relaying that Ken should be sleeping in Nagi's bed. How the hell did he get out of Nagi's room, let alone down the long hallway?

"Up!" Ken demanded in a small childish voice, his arms too weak to pull himself up onto the high bed, his chin barely clearing the surface of the sheets. When Crawford didn't answer his command Ken's bottom lip trembled slightly, resting his chin fully on the blankets to release full-force puppy eyes, doe-brown eyes surprisingly large and expressive.

Crawford groaned, finally giving into the chibi, scooting over far enough so that he could carefully grasp Ken around the waist, tugging the child onto the bed beside him. Ken offered a toothy grin to the precog, settling alongside Crawford as if he had always slept there. With a defeated sigh Crawford positioned one of his pillows in front of Ken so that there would be no real risk of the child rolling off of the bed during his sleep. Ken instantly used the pillow as a type of stuffed animal, his small face buried into the white material, thin arms wrapping around as much of the pillow as he could manage. Finally hearing the tell-tale deep and even breathing of the small child Crawford plopped quietly down onto his back, thankful to finally be able to close his eyes once again, sleep instantly surrounding him.

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The next morning was quite lively, more so than usual. Nagi had almost blown the bedroom door open in his panic to find Ken, startling Crawford awake along with Ken. It had taken almost five minutes to calm to frightened chibi, Nagi remorseful for scaring the child in his panic. Ken had forgiven the telekinetic after a brief moment, his forgiveness noted when he had reached for Nagi with thin arms, wanting to be carried by the dark-haired boy.

Crawford had followed Nagi down into the kitchen after ordering Schuldig to get out of the bed, the telepath grumbling through the mental link as he finally got out of bed, after cleaning up venturing down to let Farfarello out of his room as well.

The meal was certainly entertaining. There had been a slight argument as to what to feed the two children as well as what utensils they could handle themselves, along with how to seat them at the table. After a lengthy verbal debate Nagi had used his abilities to drag two tall and comfy chairs into the kitchen, the chairs tall enough for the children to be level with the table and padded thickly enough so that they wouldn't slip and fall.

Farfarello was beside himself with glee, somehow finding pleasure in alternately feeding the two children, both Omi and Ken gleefully accepting the small spoonfuls of soggy cereal. Nagi was seated close so that he could occasionally wipe away small milk stains on the chibis' faces, both somehow managing to find a way to spill slight amounts of milk out of their small glasses. While the coffee and the morning meal for Schwarz was being finished, Crawford had cut up some fruit into bite-size pieces, placing the small plates in front of the chibis, their small hands eagerly grasping the pieces of bananas, apples, and strawberries cut so the children wouldn't have difficulty swallowing.

"So they can speak, hm?" Schuldig wondered out loud, poking at his scrambled eggs, attention focused on the antics of Omi and Ken. Crawford had explained the incident with Ken to them over their meal, surprising them with the fact that the previously silent Ken had actually spoken.

"Most kids do speak before five. Both of them can probably speak fairly well but may be a little nervous around us." Nagi offered.

"Nervous?" Schuldig parroted, glancing at the two chibis inspected Farfarello's scrambled eggs, the Berserker keeping his kitchen knife well out of their reach, "They don't seem to have too much of a problem interacting with any of us."

"They're the slow-to-warm-up type of children," Crawford explained, his attention on the newspaper article in front of him, "they'll decide when they want to speak and to whom."

Nagi frowned thoughtfully. "I wonder why Ken wandered to your room. He seems remotely fascinated with you since you were the first person he spoke to." Crawford didn't acknowledge him.

Schuldig thought carefully, his telepathy probing along the edges of Ken's mind. "Maybe you resemble his father, or perhaps an older brother. Doesn't surprise me that the blond kitten enjoys so much contact. With his past interaction with his real family, his time with them was short and he probably only had true interaction with one or two certain individuals."

Crawford listened with half of his attention, scanning a small article on the side. "Damn." He cursed softly after reading the small paragraph.

"Damn!" Ken chirped, all members of Schwarz peering at him in shock. Ken grinned at them. Omi mimicked the other boy, seeming to think it was some sort of game.

"Wonderful." Nagi hissed, ignoring the snickering Berserker as he gathered the dirty dishes.

"What's wrong?" Schuldig asked, knowing not to venture into Crawford's surface thoughts or he'd probably get a good hit alongside the head.

"There seems to be a case of the flu going around affecting small children." Crawford answered calmly.

"So?"

Nagi answered for Crawford. "Then both Omi and Ken should probably get booster shots. It's too much of a risk to not have either of them wandering around without it. Children are easily affected by strains of illness."

"Well I'm not taking them!" Schuldig muttered, not liking the idea of dealing with screaming children in a doctor's office.

"Schuldig…" Nagi sighed, knowing that the German was being stubborn.

"Schuschu!"

"Ack!" Schuldig hissed, moving to lift Ken out of his chair, the small child laughing as he was dangled above the ground within Schuldig's grasp. "Not Schuschu! Say Schuldig!"

"Schuschu!"

"Schuldig!"

"Schuschu!" Omi parroted.

"Oh boy…" Nagi murmured.

Farfarello casually stood up and snatched Ken back from the irate German, looking at the German with a slightly possessive handling of the child. "Say Farfarello." He said to the small brunette.

"Farfar!" Ken chirped, grinning up at the one-eyed man, Omi automatically mimicking him.

"That's not any better!" Schuldig howled.

Farfarello sniffed disdainfully at the telepath, earning a small growl from the German. Omi blew a wet raspberry at the startled German, Ken shrieking in laughter as Omi giggled. Farfarello grinned at the telepath's expression. "What do you know, they like me better."

"They do not!" Schuldig yelled.

Farfarello tucked both children under each arm, walking out of the kitchen, ignoring the telepath stomping after him. "Come, children, Uncle Farfarello needs to get you cleaned up. We have an appointment with the doctor."

Nagi listened to the two men's bickering continue throughout the house. He turned to the leader of Schwarz. "Is it safe to leave both of them in Farfarello's care?"

Crawford set his newspaper down, carefully folding the edges together. "I would be more worried about someone trying to take either of the chibis away from him."

Nagi nodded. "You're right. When Farfarello claims someone as under his protection, there's almost nothing that can stand up against him." The telekinetic tilted his head at Crawford. "But how are you going to do this doctor's appointment?"

Crawford rolled his eyes, looking heavenward for some sort of help. "It looks like all of us will have to go."

"And how will we explain Ken and Omi's first shots?"

Crawford cringed at the mental image of the two children facing off with the unknown sight of a doctor and a needle. "Make it up as we go along…"

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Next chapter: Visit to the doctor's office!

Chaosdreamer: Short chapter, I know. This just popped up recently! I'm starting to come across a writer's block for my fic 'Light Meets Darkness', but the next chapter is already in the works, though. The Ran/Ken oneshot is also underway as well. You'll have to forgive me, I have the attention span of a gnat at times when writing fics.

Oh! I'm need some help/advice with some German for 'Light Meets Darkness'! Can anyone provide me with the translations for:

"Intruder! Intruder!"

"Sound the alarms!"

"Where are reinforcements? Someone provide me with damn reinforcements!!"

"What the hell are you?"

"Proceed to Level 3. All civilians please move quickly to your appropriate evacuation area."

Please help! Must try to get these translations for 'Light Meets Darkness' Chapter 11. Help would be greatly appreciated by anyone and everyone who can provide me with the German translation.