Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Two Chibis ❯ Part 4 ( Chapter 4 )

A Tale of Two Chibis

Part 4

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"….Schuldig…" Crawford growled softly.

"…Yep?"

"Do you remember what we had discussed not two hours ago?"

"…..sssssuuuurrrrreee….."

"About not letting Farfarello use the blender with either Omi or Ken around."

"Hey yeah, I do remember! So?"

"Explain to me why both Omi and Ken are covered with strawberries and other red substances that I am afraid to ask about. No, better yet, humor me and explain how the hell the man got a hold of the blender in the first place!"

"Well, you see, it's kinda a funny story. It…well…it's like this…."

"…..You fell asleep on the couch, again, after stuffing yourself silly with potato chips and disgustingly large portions of sugar, AGAIN, thereby leaving the two chibis to wander at their leisure, AGAIN…."

"Wellllll……….maybe……"

*WAP!*

"OW!" Schuldig whined, carefully rubbing his fingers along the stinging portion of his scalp. "What was that for?!"

*SMACK*

"Not the head! It hurts, damn it!"

"Come here and I'll show you something that hurts."

"Wha-get away from me! What are you going to do with that letter opener?"

"Consider possibly sawing your hair off."

"ACK!" The German yipped, beating a hasty retreat just ahead of the furious precog who was right on the fleeing telepath's heels.

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One day later:

"…….Yohji……" Aya said in a low dangerous tone.

"What?" Yohji asked, curious as to why the redhead was standing in the open doorway leading outside into the backyard where the two chibis were playing. The last time Yohji had checked on the two boys Ken and Omi had been busy playing tag and running away from imaginary space aliens that wanted to suck out their brains.

"…..Explain to me why Omi and Ken are completely caked with wet mud…" Aya growled softly, reaching behind him and tugging a restlessly shifting Omi in front of him. The small blonde squirmed uncomfortably from being covered in cold wet mud and being caught by Uncle Aya while he and Ken had been making mud pies in a mud puddle they had formed from letting water from the hose gather in one spot of dirt in the yard.

Yohji shot out of his seat, "They weren't doing that when I checked on them?!"

"They're five years old. You expect them to not get into trouble?"

"Boy, got the proverbial stick up the ass today, Aya?"

*Bap!*

"Ow ow ow ow! That hurt!" Yohji cursed, nursing the side of his aching head.

"As punishment," Aya said, reaching and pulling a dirty and wet Ken to stand alongside Omi, "You get to supervise their bath time to make sure that they're properly cleaned."

"W-Wha-I don't want to!" Yohji whined petulantly.

Aya's death glare made the blonde 'eep' and shrink beneath the hot force of the assassin's wrath. "I don't remember giving you an option." Aya said dangerously.

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"…And then Uncle Yohji got sprayed in the face when Omi's rubber duck shot water out of its mouth!" Ken explained excitedly, practically bouncing in Crawford's lap as he provided lengthy detail of their time over with Weiss.

//Well, dirt isn't too bad compared to what we cleaned off from Farfarello's ordeal with the blender// Crawford thought silently, nodding in encouragement as he listened to the brunette's story. Balancing the boy in his lap with his right hand resting on the boy's back to keep him from tumbling to the floor, the precog's left hand finished the last few lines of a report that needed to be delivered to their newest employer.

"Ano….Crawford?" Ken asked uncertainly.

"What is it, Ken?" Crawford shifted his attention from his report so that all of his attention was focused on the chibi.

"Why can't Omi and I go to kindergarten like all of the other kids?" Ken asked curiously.

Crawford sighed, patiently explaining once again, "Because you and Omi are special. When the time comes you shall be home schooled." A well spoken lie, but something that didn't truly affect the precog. Weiss and Schwarz had discussed school as an option for the two chibis, but the amount of paperwork and trouble to get the boys into school and explain their sudden 'disappearance' once they reverted back to their adult forms was too much of a headache in Crawford's personal opinion.

"..Okay!" Ken answered, attention diverted from the discussion with amazing casualness. Crawford desperately caught the chibi around the waist when the boy began to reach for the precog's perfectly scripted report, the American remembering the last incident when Ken had gotten a hold of one of his documents. It had taken four hours to recopy the report by hand.

"Why don't you go see what the others are doing?" Crawford questioned, setting the boy on the carpeted floor.

Ken pouted expertly, "Schuldig left to drop Nagi off at school. Omi's sleeping in his room."

Crawford managed to resist the brunette's puppy-like stare. "And Farfarello? Wasn't he going to help you to decide what costumes you and Omi were going to wear for Halloween?"

Ken perked up at the mention of the Berserker, "Farfarello!" He announced in excitement. The brunette bounced up, threw his arms around Crawford's neck, and gave the man a big kiss on his cheek, "Thank you!" The boy squealed, practically a blur of speed as he dashed out of the door.

Crawford stared after the boy in bafflement, hand resting over the spot where Ken had kissed him.

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"Farfarello…" Ken whined plaintively, "I'm tired! We've been to a hundred stores allllreeeaddyyyyy…" He trailed off, tugging at the large white hand in his grasp, tired and impatient from having wandered through the mall for three hours with the Berserker, coming out with minimal success at finding suitable costumes.

People wandering through the mall warily circled around the pale scarred man in his blue shirt and black pants with white bandages wrapped around almost any available portion of skin. Security carefully monitored the man's movements, making sure he wasn't up to no good and that Ken wasn't in any danger from the pale figure hovering over him.

The Berserker soothed the small brunette's plaintive cries, head turning back and forth to search out another possible shop that had a suitable costume for both of the chibis to wear. "What did Omi want to wear?" He asked the small brunette.

Ken bit his bottom lip in thought. "A kitten, I think."

"Bah." Farfarello sniffed in slight disgust. "Cuteness makes God laugh."

Ken wasn't too sure what to say to that kind of comment, so he kept his opinion to himself. "Did we look in that one?" He asked the older man, tugging firmly so that Farfarello was looking at the small shop that had caught the brunette's attention.

"Let us see if they have anything to offer, shall we?" Farfarello questioned, earning a bobbing of the head from the small brunette.

The Berserker kept the small boy close to him as they entered the shop, afraid to lose the brunette like they had several weeks ago in the grocery store. Ken 'oohed' and 'ahhed' at the various displays of costumes and masks, hiding his face against Farfarello's leg when confronted with an especially gruesome mask of a strange red creature with a deep black mouth gaping in a silent scream and large teeth sticking out in frightening curves and twists.

Farfarello immediately took care of the offending mask, not caring as to how the workers would react two hours later when finding one of their masks torn to ribbons and stuffed in a far corner of the store.

Ken was soon crouched on his knees, hands buried deep underneath a pile of accessories to go with various costumes. He pulled out something soft and smooth, surprised to pull out a large fluffy black object. A piece of the object floated off entirely and tickled across Ken's nose, causing the boy to sneeze softly, another sneeze following the first as he batted furiously at the offending object in his face.

Farfarello was nearby when he heard the first sneeze, curious as to what had brought on the attack so suddenly. He bent down near the boy, pulling the object out further, inspecting the soft black material. A grin split across his face as he buried his fingers in the pair of black feathery wings that could be attached to the back of any costume.

Yes, these would do quite nicely.

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"Why can't we try them on now?" Omi pleaded with the stubborn man, trying to wring out an answer from the Berserker, the young boy wanting to know why neither he nor Ken would be able to see their costumes until Halloween.

"Halloween is not for a month, kitten. Patience." Farfarello admonished the petulant whine the small blonde emitted.

"Nnnnaaaaaggggggiiiiiiiii….." Omi begged, turning to the teenager reading from a science magazine in the living room, "Make Farfarello tell me."

Nagi's eyes bugged open at that command, trying to ineffectively hide behind his open magazine. //Make Farfarello do something against his will? Better chance of making the Earth spin in the opposite direction//

Omi managed to drudge up an almost disappointed air around him, "You're so frustrating." He muttered, mimicking the phrase Yohji had used when he had been forced to clean the chibis up after their introduction with fresh damp mud.

Somehow Nagi's eyes bugged out even further, the telekinetic only managing to sputter in his defense. Farfarello chuckled at the young chibi's indignant air, finding the boy highly amusing. Omi pouted as the Berserker appeared to laugh at him, the small blonde crossing his arms furiously across his chest, turning his back to the tall man.

Farfarello managed to finally stifle his laughter, bending down to kneel behind the pouting chibi, "Are you angry at me, kitten?" Farfarello asked softly to soothe the small blonde's ire.

Omi's back rose and fell from his large huff, "You're being a poophead."

Nagi tried to make himself invisible on the couch, hoping to whatever deity that Crawford would never hear the small chibi utter that word again, otherwise the American may have a conniption fit.

With incredible patience Farfarello managed to convince the stubborn blonde to spin back around, the pale man butting his forehead against Omi's smaller one, amused gold eye peering humorously into stubborn blue, "Do you forgive me, kitten?" He requested.

Omi didn't reply, letting the silence stretch before he sighed in defeat, the small blonde standing on tiptoe to butt his forehead against Farfarello's. "Fine." He answered with extreme reluctance and suffering.

Nagi looked on in disbelief, forcing back a growl of frustration at the victorious smirk that Farfarello threw his way, 'Damn but that man can charm honey from a bee if he finds the willingness to do so' The telekinetic thought to himself.

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Manx sighed in contentment, finding immense pleasure in hugging the small chibi, "And you're going to behave today, aren't you, Kenken?" She cooed, tickling the small brunette until he shrieked with laughter, Ken throwing his arms around Manx's neck to give her a long hug. Manx finally put Ken back onto the ground, making sure that Omi got equal attention as Ken, the small blonde laughing with excitement as Manx rained small kisses across his forehead.

"I swear we hardly get any time with them when Birman and Manx are here together," Yohji groaned, checking his watch to see that indeed a half an hour had passed that both Birman and Manx had been coddling the two chibis.

Birman caught Yohji's petulant tone, a small smirk crossing her pale lips, "Be thankful that the rest of Kritiker doesn't know about the two boys, otherwise you'd probably never get a chance to spend time with the chibis."

Aya couldn't find anything to say to argue her point, instead bending down to eye-level when Ken came running towards him, the brunette clasping onto the tall redhead's shoulder's in order to peer fully into the leader of Weiss's eyes, "Can we have pizza tonight?" He pleaded.

A small yet obvious smile rose on Aya's face, the redhead fondly rubbing the top of Ken's head, causing the boy to yelp as long brown bangs fell around his face even further. "As long as you and Omi eat two vegetables with your meal and make sure to clean your room." The redhead promised.

Ken nodded his head in vigorous agreement, desperately trying to shove long hair out of his face, "Can we watch a scary movie tonight, too?" He pleaded. Manx and Birman made a timely exit at that moment, not wanting to see how this would go.

"…Ken…." Aya started.

"Pppplllllleeeeaaaasssssssssseeeee????" Ken begged, "Omi and I wanna watch 'The Blob'! Please, please, please?!" Omi took up with Ken's chanting, tag teaming against the stoic redhead.

"Yes! Fine!" Yohji cracked beneath their chants.

"Yohji?!" Aya barked over the chibis' victorious exclamations.

"What?" Yohji asked, turning to the redhead curiously, "Out of all the horror movies, that one is probably the tamest. Relax, they'll be fine."

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That night at one a.m. in the morning at Schwarz's safehouse Ken carefully eased his door open, warily scanning left and right down the dark hallway, holding his stuffed animal tight to the front of his light green pajamas. With fast footsteps he ran down the room diagonal from his, pushing it open and squeezing his way into Omi's room. Crawling onto the bed Ken carefully jostled Omi's shoulder, waking the blonde.

"Ken-kun?" Omi said with a cute yawn, "What is it?"

"There's something outside my window." Ken whispered fearfully.

"What is it?" Omi asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. It's a big shadow." Ken whispered softly, clutching tightly at his stuffed panther.

Omi bit his bottom lip. "…Show me…" Omi said, sliding out of the bed, also carrying his stuffed wolf that clashed with his baby blue pajamas.

Slowly and steadily the two chibis moved down the hallway back to Ken's room, Omi clutching at his stuffed wolf and onto Ken's hand. They squeezed their way into Ken's room, carefully stepping around smaller stuffed animals, books, and clothing, slowly making their way towards the large window where an obvious shadow was situated and moving restlessly outside on the window sill.

"Do you have a flashlight?" Omi hissed softly. Ken nodded, pointing towards the corner of the room where a small flashlight lay. Omi picked his way over, grabbing the small device and returning to Ken's side.

"On the count of 'three' we'll turn the light on and look at what's outside the window." Omi explained. Ken looked doubtful but finally nodded in agreement.

"One….." Omi began.

"T-two…." Ken stuttered.

"T..two and a half…"

"Omi!" Ken hissed.

"Mou! I'm sorry! Okay….THREE!!"

A bright beam of light shot out from the head of the flashlight, shining at the black mass of shadows at the window. Gold eyes stared back at them from outside, a low growl making its way through the thick window.

"IT'S THE BLOB!!!!!!!" The two chibis' simultaneous shrieks jerked Schwarz out of their deep sleep, a loud groan of metal signifying that Farfarello had woken up and found a means to tear out of his straight jacket and literally tear open the metal door to his cell.

"OMI-KUN?! KEN-KUN?! Nagi shouted, hair spiked from deep sleep as he flipped on the hallway lights, blearily running down the hallway towards the sound of the boys' screaming. Schuldig fell flat on his face in the doorway of his room, red hair shielding his vision as he scrambled blindly after the younger assassin, struggling to pull on his sweatpants. Crawford was a miniature tornado as he made his way down the hallway from the opposite end of the hallway, glasses askew and pajamas hastily thrown on as he met Nagi at the open door to Ken's room. Farfarello ran straight into Crawford's back, the American grunting as he nearly smashed into the ground. The Berserker appeared to be at his wit's end, gold eye wide with a hysterical edge as he battled his way past the stumbling American trying to right himself to his feet.

Crawford forced his way into the room after Farfarello, scooping up a wailing Ken as Farfarello reached Omi at the same time, desperately trying to soothe the small blonde's panicked tears. Nagi ran to Farfarello, hands quickly checking to see if the blonde had injured himself, surprised to find a lit flashlight grasped tight within Omi's hand. Schuldig paired off with Crawford, quickly scanning both of the chibis' minds to try to find out what had happened, barely managing to decipher the panicked images and words before turning to the window. "Damn cat!" The German cursed, met with the sight of a large fluffy black cat that arched its tail at him with an indignant yowl of complaint before it leapt off the window sill.

"It's the Blob!" Omi howled, sniffling and hiccuping as he clutched at the front of Farfarello's shirt. Ken parroted his panicked cry.

"The Blob?" Nagi demanded, rubbing Omi's small back.

"It's an old American movie." Crawford answered softly, holding Ken's small shivering form against his chest. "Schuldig….." Crawford started.

"H-hey, don't look at me! I couldn't watch that movie if I tried with that damn parental lock you got on the t.v.!" Schuldig sputtered.

"Maybe Weiss let them watch." Nagi offered.

Crawford grunted in response. "Abyssinian wouldn't consider it." Crawford suddenly lifted his head up, glasses flashing, "Balinese…" He growled.

"I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it." Nagi soothed, surprised to find himself defending the blonde of Weiss from Crawford's wrath. "If anything I think that Aya will punish the blonde well enough when he finds out."

"He'd better, otherwise Weiss will find themselves a skinned cat." Crawford replied, earning a gulp of trepidation from Schuldig and Nagi and a dark chuckle from Farfarello.

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"Now hold on a damn minute Aya!!!!" Yohji whined, nearly on his knees pleading for mercy. The pale redhead stood in front of the blonde with arms crossed over his chest, glaring down at the assassin. Crawford and Schuldig had arrived to drop off the two chibis for the day, making sure to inform Abyssinian of their night sharing the same room with two chibis that had been frightened to sleep alone. In all honesty Crawford and the rest of them hadn't truly minded having a if indeed strange sleeping bag sleepover on the floor with the two chibis laying in the center of their group, but the fact was that Schwarz demanded punishment.

"For your punishment, Yohji, you'll have morning shift in the shop for two weeks-" Aya began, Crawford standing behind him while Schuldig entertained the two chibis.

"Aw, come on, I said I was sorry!"

"Restock the seeds and inventory-"

"That's a three-man job, Aya!"

"And," Aya interrupted, a dark gleam in his eyes, "I informed Manx and Birman that you would be their shopping buddy for this Saturday to help them carry all of their purchases. I also informed them that they have free reign to give you a complete makeover of their choice."

Yohji had all reasoning to look as shocked as he did, looking like a fish on dry land.

"Is that satisfactory enough?" Aya asked the leader of Schwarz.

Crawford couldn't help but smirk, "Only if I get to choose the color that they'll temporarily dye his hair."

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Author's note: I love Yohji, I really do, but he's just so much fun to torture. ^__^