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A/N: ~*~~*~ symbolizes a break in days ////// symbolizes a change in scene maybe that will help a little while you're reading. I'm just happy i've finally started posting this. If there's not a new chapter every week, bug me, to death, because I've forgotten to post it. I'm sorry this is so short, I'll try and keep the stuff long, hopefully. Oh ya, and for those of you who don't know, this is the sequel to Babysitting, that might help explain what happened to Zechs' hair, so if you want to know what happened you might want to take a look at it. Babysitting 2: Terror at Duo's Prologue By: Reboo Zechs Merquise stared menacingly at the ringing phone before half-heartedly accepting the call. "Brother," Relena said excitedly, and Zechs inwardly groaned for a moment. "Long time no see." The older man sighed taking in a long breath, and assessing his pile of work as well as the Vice Foreign Minister's overly exuberant smile. "How can I help?" The young woman frowned. "Now what makes you think I need help?" Zechs' face remained impassive in its normal stoic set while his mind raced. What was she up to? But instead of asking he answered. "You're smirking." "Darn it. Well if we must get right to the point." She paused to accentuate the point. "Me and Hilde need a babysitter for Friday night." "No," came the adamant reply very quickly. Relena Yuy put on her political face. "You, my dear brother, don't have a choice. I've already had everything arranged and cleared." With that she disconnected. The Lightning Count sighed heavily, resigned to his horrid Friday night fate with monsters who'd mutilated his hair. He had just returned to his work again when the phone again rang. "Friday night, 5, Duo and Hilde's." and it disconnected. He leaned back again, and sighed wanting to scream. This would be worse. A whole house of things to make his life a nightmare, not just the kids. Noin knocked on the door before entering, carrying large styrofoam cups of coffee. "Figured we could use this." "Thank-you," the man replied, graciously accepting the cup handed to him. He greedily took a couple of sips before looking back up to his partner whose left eyebrow was slightly raised. "Relena call?" "Yes." "And..." "I'm babysitting Friday night." The young woman shuddered slightly and turned to her work. "Once was enough for me. Never again." Lucrezia grimaced slightly. "I'd hate for a repeat experience." Zechs nodded in silent agreement. His hair was still quite short compared to old, its loss still mourned. "I don't know what I'm going to do." "No escape, eh?" "Unfortunately not. Une cleared things, which is utterly ridiculous." "I agree. As a last ditch attempt I'd try and call Sal and Wufei." "Why?" he asked slightly puzzled. "They have kids." "mhmmm." Noin looked up suddenly to find her friend asleep at his desk. She smirked slightly. The coffee hadn't been any help. For a few moments she let him stay there, and then maneuvered his over-tired body to the couch in their office. It had come in very handy lately. She set him down, and sighed. Atleast she could finish the work herself this time. ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~ The young man solemnly raised his hand and knocked on the door. He wasn't looking forward to this experience at all. "Hello," Hilde cheered as she opened the door for him, while she juggled Dean on her right hip. The young lady ushered him inside and sat him down on the couch, and handed him Dean. The two boys exchanged mishcevious death glares. "So how've you been." "Fine." "Good," Hilde called as she walked away down the hallway. "We'll be leaving soon. We're waiting on Relena to get dinner ready for the kids." Zechs looked at the kid on his lap and grimaced. Relena's cooking was never edible. Dean saw the expression and his fate. It would not be accepted. He didn't stay around for it, that's for sure. With a pull of hair, and a kick in the shin the little boy was off, leaving a grumbing Zechs behind on the couch. The evening had just started off so well. Hilde, and Relena came out from the kitchen. "Jason, and Su are eating dinner. Be back around ten." "All right, bye." "Behave yourselves," Relena called back. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Jason and Su smiled as they heard the front door shut. "Let's get some real food." Jason said dumping his food in the garbage. "I agree," murmurred Su, who shook her head enthusiastically as she dragged her chair to the cabinets. "You're mom can't cook." "Tell me about it, you're not the one who eats burnt toast for breakfast. Which is why dad's hired a maid, who specializing in cooking on school morning when I get can out without her cooking me breakfast." Su stuck out her tongue, and gagged herself. "Grouse. I'd hate to be you." "Look who's talking." Jason muttered. "What?" Su called from a top the counter as she scrounged for the good food. "Oh, nothing." Jason tapped his foot impatiently. "Have you found anything yet?" Su smiled and chucked down a bag of potato chips. "Daddy's junk food supply. He thinks he's hidden them well up here, but he hasn't." She turned back around. "Here's more." Down came more bags of chips, and some gummy worms, plus assorted more junk food. "Awesome." Jason whispered, as he gathered the food up. Su climbed down and helped carry food. "We can go to daddy's garage. He has a huge tv, and a huge supply of prank stuff." Jason smiled evilly as they walked away. "A huge thing of prank stuff huh?" Su nodded an affirmative. "This otta be great. Uncle Zechs is babysitting again. Right?" Another affirmative nodded. "This is going to be even better. We owe him for tying us up last time. That was so not our fault. After all, Dean was the one with the glue. Not us." Su whimpered a bit. "Don't remind me." Jason just smirked in reply. "Well we can always eat first." "Alright," Su said, and cheerfully led the way to her daddy's garage. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dean smirked as he opened the door to his dad's play room, or at least, that's what his mom always referred to it as. After he had grown some the doorknobs had become easily accessible, but even better better he could open them now. Oh how much fun this would be. He sauntered in and took a look around. All the power tools were on a bench to his right. But even better, there was a big stack of tires in front of him. Fun to climb! The little boy raced over with glee, and began to climb. Up, and up he went. Until he reached the top he kept on climbing, never pausing, and then he towered on top, making himself King Kong, and he proudly displayed his belly as the wrestlers did to prove it, and then the tires started to move. ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Zechs lay quietly on the couch. He didn't know where the kids were, or what the were doing, but they weren't bothering him. After a hard days work he could use a little more sleep then normal. The young man started to doze off when he heard the huge thud. He opened his eyes tiredly, and looked around. Where had that come from? |