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Babysitting: Chapter Three By: Reboo Email: rlw1985@hotmail.com A/N: Wow, I'm surprised I'm still writing this. School's been really hectic so I apologize for how late this is getting out. I hope you enjoy. And just a forewarning, I did not go along with the many requests to save Zech's hair. I warned people I had an odd sense of humor. Zechs rolled over in bed feeling very uncomfortable, and froze when he realized he was very sticky, and not a sweaty sticky. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around him. There was glue aall over the place, and pieces of what looked like his hair. Swiftly he st up and grabbed at his hair and promptly shrieked about ready to faint. His long hair was now about a foot and a half shorter, with a very bad cut job. With eyes glowing red he got out of bed and screamed. "I'm going to kill whoever did this to my hair. Noin cringed as Zech's screams and obsenities reached Jason, Su, and herself as they ran for cover. "Run, run faster." She urged as they fled up a flight of stairs. Jason, and Su paled looking considerably like ghosts as the obsenities continued to get worse. "Are we going to be in lots of trouble Ms. Noin?" Su panted as they reached the top of the stairs. "Definately," Noin responded, she wasn't one to sugarcoat things, "but we'll worry about that later. Now we have to hide." "Why? Wouldn't it be easier to just face him now." Jason said as they rounded another corner. "Do you even hear your uncle?" she asked giving the young boy a quizical look. "He's screaming death threats. Chopping off your Uncle's hair was far worse then cutting off your mom's. Zechs' hair was his pride and joy. So make no mistake he will kill you if he finds out you did it. Say do you know where you could hide where he might not find you." Jason's stare was blank as he processed what Ms. Noin had just said. Su looked like she was about to cry as they ran down the hallway. Then they passed Jason's room and he stoppped, thinking to himself. Noin and Su skidded to a stop. Su wide-eyed with fear muttered that she had only done what her mother would have done. "What are you doing?" Noin asked, trying to keep as calm as humanly possible. Facing a load of mobile suits was easier than facing Zechs with his hair cut, and glued. "Under my bed there's a hidden storage area." he replied. Noin grinned. "Good do you think you two could fit in it." she asked hopefully. "Yeah," Jason said. "Good, then in you go," preventer Fire said rushing the two into Jason's room. She pushed the bed aside and helped the kids get in before pushing the bed back in place. Before she left though she asked a question. "Do you guys no where Dean is?" They shook their heads no and she began to leave wondering where the little two year old had run off to. This place was huge, he could be just about anywhere. By the time she got to the door she could hear the two kids steady breathing, or what sounded like it. With all luck they had fallen asleep. They could be faking it on her. It would be just like Jason to do something like that. She tiptoed out the door and starting running in the opposite direction of her best friend's death threats. Most likely Deaner boy was down stairs. No guarantee though. Either way she needed to get down there and find him. It was a pity the boy didn't wear a tracker so she could just push a button to find him, like with the phone. Dean dragged the kitchen stool to the counter where all the good smelled like it was and began to climb up. He smiled as he teetered on the chair and crawled onto the counter just as the stool crashed behind him. There was cookies, gumdrops, and sugar among other things. He smiled and delved his hand into the cookie jar, it was time for a feast. A junk food feast. Soon enough he was covered from head to toe in chocolate and other assorted goodies, and his tummy ached. He'd eaten a little too much food. Feeling utterly defeated i her search for Dean Noin stalked into the kitchen for a fridge raid and gawked. The room was chaotic, kitchen supplies strewn all over the place and food clinging to almost every corner of the room, and there in the midst of it all sat a very sedated Dean on one of the kitchen counters. Anyone who could have seen Noin's face at the time would have sworn her eyes flashed red. For a moment she struggled to contain her anger, but she kept it in check and picked up the little boy deciding to give him a bath, hoping and praying that she wouldn't drown him in the process. Zechs stalked down the hallway his now damp and much shorter hair clinging to his back. 'There better be some alcohol left in the kitchen,' he thought as he tried not to cry at what had happened to his hair. After what seemed like an hour and a half of searching the house for the culprits who had butchered his hair he had taken a shower in an attempt to get rid of the glue stuck all over him, now he needed something to calm his nerves, especially seeing he swore vengeance on whoever had hurt his precious hair. As he walked through the doorway to the kitchen he collided with something or someone causing him and the other "thing" to fall. He lightly rubbed his head and looked up to see Noin her eyes wide, and a rather startled child clinging to her. One whom he quickly recognized as Duo's terror child Dean. "Noin," he growled as he got to his feet, and she sprinted off in the other direction as fast as her feet would take her. |