Four times the trouble
This was not good. Not good at all. Hell, it was fucking terrible.
I grit my teeth, the hand clutching the phone tightening. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I asked the question for the fourth time.
"Are you sure you can't take them Francis?"
I heard the Frenchman let out an irritated sigh. (Again)
"I 'ave babysitted zem for to long, you send zose little shits over 'ere and zey'll come back dead."
A tempting offer. A really really tempting offer.
I sighed, as annoying and idiotic as they were, I couldn't kill my siblings. Even if it took all of my self-control not to.
But still, who could I get to babysit them? ______ was coming over and if those little brats were around, everything would be ruined. Because they did everything they could to make sure nothing went as I planned
I winced and let out a low growl as something in the other room shattered. No doubt something expensive.
Oliver refused to babysit them, because according to him, they were demon spawn in human form. Lutz had threatened to strangle them if I ever sent them over and Alfred had tied them up and left them in his basement the entire time. (Which was smart on his part.)
This was just great. Slamming the phone down, I pulled my dragon's head pipe out of my sleeve and lit it. Taking a drag, I exhaled slowly.
What could I do? ______ would be here soon and my siblings were still wrecking havoc in my house.
Another shattering noise. I grit my teeth together and snarled.
Reaching up, I patted the lump in my coat. It was safe, I would be able to give it to ______ undamaged.
You stood in front of Jong's house, pondering whether or not to knock. A loud crash, then yelling. You sighed, this was the norm of course, but still.
The front door was wrenched open and you flinched. A small boy with short black hair and red eyes glared at you. Was his name Kaku? Kiku? something like that.
"Are you Jong's whore?"
You felt your self go red and scowled. Same question every time, you were tired of shooting it down.
"I'm his friend."
The boy shrugged and opened the door wider. You stepped in and shrieked as he slapped your ass, then ran off. Another boy ran in, his short brown hair falling into his eyes. He looked at you, then over his shoulder and smirked.
Jong stumbled into the room, holding a small girl by the back of her shirt and a older boy by his ear. The boy (Im soo young?) grinned wolfishly at you.
Jong snarled something in Chinese and they all ran up stairs. Sighing he ran a hand through his short brown hair. Reaching down, he picks up his discarded cap.
"I'm sorry about that _____."
You shook your head and smiled, "It's fine. I know it must be hard for you."
He nodded, leading you into the kitchen, the only room that seemed to be clean. You look about, biting your bottom lip nervously.
Jong seems to be equally nervous, whipping his palms against his jacket front.
"I.....uh. I have something for you and something to ask you."
He licks his bottom lips and lets out a shaky breath, glaring at you. You nodded, waiting.
Jong reached into the left pocket of his jacket. He frowns and reaches into the other pocket, then into the front of his jacket.
He tears the jacket off, pats it up and down and panicked look coming over his face. You watch, wondering what he's searching for.
Finally Jong stops, throws the jacket down and yells something in Chinese. The four small children run into the room, all of them grinning devilishly.
"Where is it?"
They point to each other, making sure that they are all to blame. You look at your friend and notice his eyelid twitch.
Oh dear. Not good.
"Hey, hey, hey. Let's settle this calmly." You hold your hands up, standing infront of Jong, keeping the children behind you.
But apparently you hadn't learned your lesson.
You let out a shriek as the little red eyed perv smacks your ass again. Jong snarls and begins yelling rapidly in Chinese. All of the children run out of the room.
You watch as your long time friend collapses on the floor, rubbing his forehead with one hand and pulling the dragon head pipe out of his pocket.
"You shouldn't smoke."
Crouching, you gently pull it out of his hand, then blink in surprise. Because he's crying. The man who had a temper as fiery as hell and a list of curses miles long, is crying.
He purses his lips, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. Shaking his head, he curses softly, then looks up at you with watery eyes.
"You do know what today is ______?"
Jong rolls his eyes, "The date."
You pause, then nodded, "Yeah, February 14th."
He waits. You just stare, wondering what his point is.
"It's Valentines Day!!!!"
You motion for him to elaborate. Jong stares then laughs hoarsely.
"This is why I like you ______."
You give him a blank look and he rolls his eyes.
"Look at you. Spending Valentines day with and ex-drug dealer."
Your eyes narrowed and a panicked look crosses his face.
"I mean, a uh....... guy who knew a ex-drug dealer."
You refrained from rolling your eyes. He always slipped up when it came to his past.
"You're my friend. Besides I don't have a boyfriend so...." You shrugged and he smiled.
You looked up and saw Kiku/Kaku (seriously, what was his name?) walking over, a clenched fist outstretched. He dropped something into his older brothers hand and scurried away.
"This is what I wanted to give you."
Jong reached out and placed a little ring in your palm. It was a dragon curled up, a diamond clenched between it's teeth. You stared at it, then at him.
"And you wanted to ask me?"
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Will you marry me?"
Your jaw dropped. Staring in shock a million thoughts whirred through your mind. But one stood out.
Marry me? He wants to marry me?
Jong stopped smiling ducking his head, eyes hidden by his bangs. You felt his fingers creep into your palm, wrapping around the ring. Before he could snatch it away, you curled your fingers around his.
"Are you really sure you want to marry me Jong?"
He looked confused and hopeful. You waited for his answer.
"Why would I ask you if I didn't mean it?"
You grinned and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
"Then my answer is yes!!"
----Kiku's point of view-----
I watched as my older brother sucked face with his new fiance.
Old people make outs...ugh.
Im soo young puffed out his cheeks.
"I don't wanna wear a dress to the wedding."
I glared at the imbecile and he sneered.
"You're a boy you idiot!"
"Aniki will make me wear a dress."
Young looked so sure that I had to sigh. Shaking my head I turned back to the new couple.
"He said if we messed up today, he'd make us wear a dress."
I turned back to him, eyes wide.
"Why did you mess it up?!"
"I wanna see you in a dress." Young grinned cheekily.
With a growl I set upon my younger brother with the intent to kill.