Bad me, I didn't come up with the next installments of you-know-whats ^o^v…but I need some fluff to take care of my angst burdened ficcies ^-^ so here's a fluffy, hopefully humorous uncomplicated plot that I hope everyone likes. If not, ah well…guess I'll stick to angst then ne?

Gee, what a very original title -_- sighs> I dunno what's wrong with me but I feel so unoriginal these days.

"Oi, Aya! Omi! Where are you guys? We have big trouble."

/Looks like Youji-kun and Ken-kun are back from their mission./ Omi winced at the loud ruckus Youji was making downstairs. He was disinclined to answer the older Weiß because for one, he wasn't the welcome wagon and two, he still had his research paper to finish and it was due the next day.

He would have finished it yesterday if Aya hadn't insisted that he should clean up the flower shop after they closed. After cleaning up, he had been too tired to do anything but fall into bed. And that's why his research paper wasn't done.

And that left Omi cranky. Therefore, he didn't even want to deign Youji-kun with an answer.

"OOOOOOIIIIIII! Omi!!!!!"

Omi rolled his eyes.

/I can't very well ignore Youji-kun now that he's knocking on my fucking door. I wonder what he wants. After all, its his and Ken-kun's mission, not mine./

With a disgruntled expression on his face, Omi saved his research paper into his hard drive, made another copy on the floppy disk /Can't be too cautious./ and finally stood up to open the door.

/Before Youji-kun breaks it down./ He added silently to himself as another round of furious knocking filled the room.

Omi opened the door with the intention of blasting Youji with his irritation. "You could try to…"

He never even got to finish his sentence as a hurtling mass of indeterminate size clung to his face. Being the rational intelligent creature that he was, Omi immediately surmised that it was human. Why? Because one it was warm. Two, it was squirming. And three, it screamed out his name with delight. It was either human or a leech Youji had trained to talk.

"Omiiitchi!"

Omi would have gone for the leech, so hard was the bundle clinging on his face that Omi felt suffocated. He wouldn't be surprised if the thing started sucking out his blood.

/What the hell is going on?/

Forced by the necessity to breath (and growing irritation), he tried to extricate the bundle from his face. A very difficult task since the person was trying to retain its hold and was applying a death grip on his features.

"Let go!" He said in a smothered voice.

To which the bundle did, scampering down to hang onto his neck. Omi glared and held the little bundle at arm's length. The irritation materialized into a brown topped bundle with dancing brown eyes dressed in a shirt that seemed ten times bigger than the kid should wear.

/He looks vaguely familiar./

"Who the hell is this, Youji-kun?" Omi queried, transferring his glare on the amused blonde to his right.

It was the boy who answered in a cute somewhat babyish voice, beaming up at Omi. "I'se Kenken!"

"N…NANI?" Omi spluttered, staring at the kid in disbelief. "Y…Youji-kun?"

"Like the kid said, Omi, he's Kenken. Kenken Hidaka."

The kid nodded vigorously.

Omi looked closer at the kid still beaming at him and trying to bounce at the same time. /How can this be Ken-kun?/

Omi stared and stared, trying to compose himself. After a few minutes in which the boy squirmed in his arms, Omi finally came to terms with the astounding theory that Youji proposed.

/Ok, so the boy could pass for Ken-kun. If Ken-kun was around four years old or so that is…Saaa, we are in deep doodoo./

"What happened?"

***

"So," Omi turned to Youji, absently extracting his baseball cap from chibi Ken's mouth. "this happened after Ken-kun ate one of those fountain-of-youth prototypes in the target area?"

"Yeah. They were disguised as jelly beans. I told the baka not to eat any of the stuff but you know how stubborn he is. And he said he loved jelly beans." Youji shrugged and glared at the chibi Ken. "Will you stop that?"

After Omi had swiped his cap away from the little boy, chibi Ken had grabbed Youji's hand and chewed on Youji's fingers instead. At Youji's glare, chibi Ken smiled obliviously, dropped his hand and promptly nibbled on the couch's armrest instead.

"No, Kenken! That's dirty. Goddamn it!" Youji immediately reigned in the little chibi and unceremoniously plopped the chibi onto his lap. "Here," he thrust his hand at Kenken who took it with alacrity and promptly nibbled on it again, "at least its clean. Ouch! That stung."

"I think he's in the stage where he likes to put everything on his mouth, curiousity and the like. Oral stage I think its called." Omi told Youji, a little amused at the irritated blonde.

"Ah, hell! I was never good with kids." Youji said, disgusted.

Omi turned serious then. "Regardless though, I think we should at least tell Kritiker about this."

"Good idea. Maybe they know what to do with this little mischief-maker." Youji said

"Owwww!" He seized the chibi Ken. "The little brat bit me!" The tone was angry.

"Lemmegolemmegolemmego!"

"Hurry back, Omi." A frown furrowed his brow as he glared at the chibi before putting Kenken down. "Or you might find me strangling our dear little Kenken here." Youji said grimly as he set chibi Ken down firmly on the couch and handed the little boy Ken's goggles to chew on.

"Thank Yew!" The little chibi grabbed the goggles happily and sucked on them, quieting down now that he had something to do.

"Little bugger." Omi heard Youji mutter.

Omi grinned. "Aa, I will. If only to preserve Ken-kun's life. But you really have to try and get used to kids you know, Youji-kun. What if you marry one of those girls of yours? Besides, doesn't Ken-kun look so kawaii?"

"Ha! Fat chance of that happening. And you see him as kawaii now but let's see you try and take care of him. You haven't tried to drive *and* take care of a hyperactive mini-dynamo." Youji snorted. "Damnit! Kenken! Don't climb on me."

For the nth time that hour, Omi heard Youji shout and grab the chibi Ken, holding the little face up inches from his own to intimidate the little one with his glare.

Omi could have told Youji-kun that that wouldn't have worked. And he was right as chibi Ken laughed. He probably thought it was a new game.

The last thing Omi saw was chibi Ken rubbing noses with Youji and crying "Yotan! Yotan!" with obvious delight. He grinned. /It *would* be nice to have someone younger around the house. Regardless of what Yotan might say, I think it would be fun!/

TBC ^_~ Much as fluff might not be my forte, minna-san knows what I always ask for ne?

Chibi Ken chewing on Youji's hair>: Comments onegai?
Youji: Not the hair! Please, not the hair!
Swyth-chan: grins>Yeah, not when there are more interesting things to put your mouth on.
Omi: shocked>You hentai!
Swyth-chan: sighs> I was talking of food, Omiitchi…now who's being hentai, hmmnnn?
Omi: blushes>