Babysitting[M: Complete]
May 9, 2011 9:45:51 GMT -8
Post by Takeru Fuuma on May 9, 2011 9:45:51 GMT -8
He should sleep through the night they had said. He should be relatively easy to look after they said, and he shouldn’t be any trouble at all, you just get some rest from all that hard Shinobi work, they had said. “Bastards, the little brat is crazy.” Takeru muttered this was now the third time he had to look for the baby-escapee, whom was deviously clever, and smart, and had hopped out of his crib once more. To think, this was a D-Rank mission, shouldn’t have been a mission at all really, however how could he argue with authority? Oh right, he could have. Too late, now he had to search the entire first floor, again. He had learned from the first time to keep the baby on the same floor.
Earlier, he had made the mistake of carrying the baby back-up after rather haphazardly feeding him in the kitchen. That was another thing, what kind of kitchen had so many cabinets? It was like a house of its own: the room anyway. There was an oven in the corner, next to layer upon layer of wooden drawers, all filled with everything from rags to utensils. Takeru had spent a good ten minutes just looking for something to eat his ramen with, which his hosts had so happily supplied. Not like he had eaten it. It currently was resting on a small tray, somewhere.
Regardless, baby whatever his name was, did not take well to feeding. He had spat-up multiple times upon Takeru’s clothes, which now smelled worse than sake mixed with vomit. In the end, he ate his mashed peas, and orange stuff? Thereafter deciding it would be funny to throw stuff around the room and escape from a cleverly crafted high-chair which he sat in. Takeru had picked him up right after that time, and got bitten in the hand for it; nearly dropped the little tike on his head actually. Now, Takeru was wearing his gloves to protect himself.
It was shortly after this that the first escape attempt occurred. Takeru had walked up the creaky wooden stairs, barely holding onto the baby properly. This was a woman’s job; yes he thought that but dared not say it in front of anyone. As such, he believed it was above him and with each passing second was growing more and more agitated with the whole situation. By the time he had reached the top of the steps, turned a corner, passing two rooms, one of which belong to the couple and the other being a guest room, he entered the baby’s room. It was decorated in bright pink, for whatever reason and the crib sat in the middle; above it were little foam ninja stars, spinning endlessly. He placed the baby in it and after several minutes of crying, he had supposedly fallen asleep.
That was a false assumption, for fifteen minutes later, as Takeru sat on a stool in the kitchen, he heard thumping coming from the stairs. While in no apparent rush to leave his now cold Ramen, he casually walked over to the flight and to his surprise, or horror, the baby was crawling, almost falling straight down. In fact, the baby did fall, laughing as he did. Although he was caught as Takeru rushed up the stairs kicking off the wall with one foot to propel him forward in time. He cradled the baby close to his chest and walked back up the remaining steps and headed into the room. He had half-a mind to just flat out real at the child, but he had a few choice words dancing around in his mind that probably wouldn’t be good if they were repeated out of the kid’s mouth at a later time. Especially since the parents could still complain about his work after he finished. With those thoughts in mind he once more laid the baby in the crib and then, watched until sleep took it.
Finally able to eat, Takeru savored every second of peace, and every second he spent off of his feet. The last few hours had been such a pain, and he had been standing for most of them. Although he was used to physical labor, hours on one’s feet would make anyone sore in the soles. As such, with each bite more relief swept over him. And for a time he thought that the last hour or so would go nice and smooth. However, such a judgment was not only wrong, but premature. The baby started to cry, scream, and then whine. This went on for minutes until Takeru managed to work up enough anger to trudge up the stairs, again, and check what the little brat wanted.
The room was rank, with an odor unseen, but matched perfectly by the cries of anguish. The baby had soiled himself and Takeru couldn’t have been more distraught. He had not only ever changed a diaper, but he had no idea where the diapers were in this house. After all the parents were arrogant enough to believe that their precious son would be sleeping all night and hadn’t even told him where to find them if he should need to swap out diapers. As such he spent the next several minutes rushing around, dealing with tears, thrown toys and the occasional high shrieks. This however only attributed to his annoyance when he found not diapers, but soft cloth. Defeated, he made his way back to the room and began the dirty deed.
The diaper came off, and from the increased stench he almost vomited, curling his head back and looking off to the side. A vomit-covered baby after all wouldn’t please his clients, most likely. However, nothing came up from the contents of his stomach and soon he became used to the smell, if you can believe that. It was more of a resistance to it. As he swapped off the diaper, powdered and wiped the butt, he was holding his breath. His face was becoming red, and droplets of sweat were forming on his forehead. Thereafter, he tossed the dirty diaper as far as he could away from him and wrapped the cloth loosely around the tike’s bottom. He figured that the parents would be able to deal with it properly when they returned.
The crying stopped shortly after the cloth was wrapped around the baby’s bottom and Takeru couldn’t have been more relieved to leave that room. Even as he carried a dirty diaper loosely out in front of him, as far as humanly possible away from his nose. When he arrived at the bottom of the steps, he quickly rushed over to the trash and tossed the diaper into it. Another present for his hosts whose charmingly nonchalant attitude about this assignment was aggravating, although now he couldn’t even enjoy the free ramen with the smell of baby vomit and crap in the can off to the right of him. He just pushed the ramen away and waited for the parents return. Of course, they were a half-an hour late. And how he wanted ever so desperately to shout of them screaming:
“You think you have an angel there don’t you? I’ll tell you what, you better make sure he doesn’t have horns, or you might get a little devil running around here later.” However, he couldn’t say this, and he left with his scroll sealed by the couple, thereafter heading back to the mission compound.
Earlier, he had made the mistake of carrying the baby back-up after rather haphazardly feeding him in the kitchen. That was another thing, what kind of kitchen had so many cabinets? It was like a house of its own: the room anyway. There was an oven in the corner, next to layer upon layer of wooden drawers, all filled with everything from rags to utensils. Takeru had spent a good ten minutes just looking for something to eat his ramen with, which his hosts had so happily supplied. Not like he had eaten it. It currently was resting on a small tray, somewhere.
Regardless, baby whatever his name was, did not take well to feeding. He had spat-up multiple times upon Takeru’s clothes, which now smelled worse than sake mixed with vomit. In the end, he ate his mashed peas, and orange stuff? Thereafter deciding it would be funny to throw stuff around the room and escape from a cleverly crafted high-chair which he sat in. Takeru had picked him up right after that time, and got bitten in the hand for it; nearly dropped the little tike on his head actually. Now, Takeru was wearing his gloves to protect himself.
It was shortly after this that the first escape attempt occurred. Takeru had walked up the creaky wooden stairs, barely holding onto the baby properly. This was a woman’s job; yes he thought that but dared not say it in front of anyone. As such, he believed it was above him and with each passing second was growing more and more agitated with the whole situation. By the time he had reached the top of the steps, turned a corner, passing two rooms, one of which belong to the couple and the other being a guest room, he entered the baby’s room. It was decorated in bright pink, for whatever reason and the crib sat in the middle; above it were little foam ninja stars, spinning endlessly. He placed the baby in it and after several minutes of crying, he had supposedly fallen asleep.
That was a false assumption, for fifteen minutes later, as Takeru sat on a stool in the kitchen, he heard thumping coming from the stairs. While in no apparent rush to leave his now cold Ramen, he casually walked over to the flight and to his surprise, or horror, the baby was crawling, almost falling straight down. In fact, the baby did fall, laughing as he did. Although he was caught as Takeru rushed up the stairs kicking off the wall with one foot to propel him forward in time. He cradled the baby close to his chest and walked back up the remaining steps and headed into the room. He had half-a mind to just flat out real at the child, but he had a few choice words dancing around in his mind that probably wouldn’t be good if they were repeated out of the kid’s mouth at a later time. Especially since the parents could still complain about his work after he finished. With those thoughts in mind he once more laid the baby in the crib and then, watched until sleep took it.
Finally able to eat, Takeru savored every second of peace, and every second he spent off of his feet. The last few hours had been such a pain, and he had been standing for most of them. Although he was used to physical labor, hours on one’s feet would make anyone sore in the soles. As such, with each bite more relief swept over him. And for a time he thought that the last hour or so would go nice and smooth. However, such a judgment was not only wrong, but premature. The baby started to cry, scream, and then whine. This went on for minutes until Takeru managed to work up enough anger to trudge up the stairs, again, and check what the little brat wanted.
The room was rank, with an odor unseen, but matched perfectly by the cries of anguish. The baby had soiled himself and Takeru couldn’t have been more distraught. He had not only ever changed a diaper, but he had no idea where the diapers were in this house. After all the parents were arrogant enough to believe that their precious son would be sleeping all night and hadn’t even told him where to find them if he should need to swap out diapers. As such he spent the next several minutes rushing around, dealing with tears, thrown toys and the occasional high shrieks. This however only attributed to his annoyance when he found not diapers, but soft cloth. Defeated, he made his way back to the room and began the dirty deed.
The diaper came off, and from the increased stench he almost vomited, curling his head back and looking off to the side. A vomit-covered baby after all wouldn’t please his clients, most likely. However, nothing came up from the contents of his stomach and soon he became used to the smell, if you can believe that. It was more of a resistance to it. As he swapped off the diaper, powdered and wiped the butt, he was holding his breath. His face was becoming red, and droplets of sweat were forming on his forehead. Thereafter, he tossed the dirty diaper as far as he could away from him and wrapped the cloth loosely around the tike’s bottom. He figured that the parents would be able to deal with it properly when they returned.
The crying stopped shortly after the cloth was wrapped around the baby’s bottom and Takeru couldn’t have been more relieved to leave that room. Even as he carried a dirty diaper loosely out in front of him, as far as humanly possible away from his nose. When he arrived at the bottom of the steps, he quickly rushed over to the trash and tossed the diaper into it. Another present for his hosts whose charmingly nonchalant attitude about this assignment was aggravating, although now he couldn’t even enjoy the free ramen with the smell of baby vomit and crap in the can off to the right of him. He just pushed the ramen away and waited for the parents return. Of course, they were a half-an hour late. And how he wanted ever so desperately to shout of them screaming:
“You think you have an angel there don’t you? I’ll tell you what, you better make sure he doesn’t have horns, or you might get a little devil running around here later.” However, he couldn’t say this, and he left with his scroll sealed by the couple, thereafter heading back to the mission compound.
