Author's note: Oh an update! Now aren't I nice? Hehehe.

So it seems that Google's translation isn't so accurate. I really appreciate the Chinese corrections from the reviewers. LOL.

I had no idea that it sucks that much and so since a few prefer the Chinese to be in English just in italics, well okay.

Roger that. I like that idea myself. Hehe

Thanks for the reviews! They always make my day and I'm glad that many likes this story.

Warning: Reincarnation, OOC, grammar/spelling, etc, eventual SLASH!

PS. I already have someone in mind who to pair Harry with and will only tell after a few chapters. XD

Disclaimer: Yep, I don't own HP & KHR!

"TALKING"

'THINKING'

"CHINESE"

Now on with the story!

The Cursed Storm's Child

Chapter One: A visiting whirlwind!

One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure.

-William Feather

~o0*0o~

Shocked emeralds eyes locks on with surprised hazel ones.

Bright green eyes stares intensely at the toddler who looks like a perfect baby version of his father. Thoughts of the other being an older sibling or a relative is squashed down in an instant. Just looking as well as feeling at the comfort and love seeping out of those beautiful red flames erases all of his doubts, he's one hundred percent sure that the two years old looking toddler, who's pretty adorable mind you, is without a doubt the emerald eyed baby's missing father.

The feelings of overwhelming joy of having his dearly missed daddy back and the confusement of why his father who's definitely an adult is turned into a baby are combined. 'A metamorphagus maybe? Can they even morph into a baby?'

Harry crawls closer to the adult turned baby and peers through the gaps of the playpen blinking bright inquisitive eyes. "Daddy?" The father in question looks like an emotional mess. His body stiff and his pale skin an unhealthy shade of white but what is the most clear is the conflicted emotions clashing in those hazel eyes. Worry creeps through the green eyed baby and making him tilt his head, still staring at his dad.

"Daddy o-okay?"

Pain seeps into hazel eyes and his soft smile looks almost forced. He can see the other look at him with pride but when the hint of defeat and despair is crossed on his father's face, alarms blares in his mind 'He's gonna leave!' and with quick fingers he tugs on his toddler father's long sleeve.

With wide teary emerald eyes shining with hope and plea, Harry says.

"Daddy stay!"

It was a battle to learn these words for him but just by looking at the lightening up on the toddler's face and the wonderment in his father's hazel orbs made all the hard work worth it. The eight months old baby watches on in awe as how his dad jumps inside the playpen in an instant. And loving the attention he got after not seeing the other for months while he's engulfed in warm and loving arms, steadfastly ignoring the misty eyes he's daddy is having.

"I'm home."

The adult turned toddler says shakily making Harry smile in happiness at having his father back. And he internally waves goodbye to the normal life he wanted. Though he should have expected something like this is bound to happen, trouble just always seems to find him.

'Normal is boring anyway.'

~o0*0o~

Days passes by in the usual fashion of the two except of Harry becoming very clingy to the other. He wouldn't let the toddler out of his sight for more than an hour, wailing like crazy when he couldn't see him and only quiets down when the hazel eyed toddler is back in his line of his daddy didn't even mind his neediness, in fact it looks like he happily welcomes it. Harry is kinda worried that he'll get spoiled.

His dad was awkward at first since he still wasn't used to his body's current condition but he was back to his usual calm and loving self. Harry thought that he lost the joys of being carried and sleeping on his father's warm arms but he was proven wrong.

His dad had no qualms on picking him up and carrying him around, and to his delighted surprise it seems that even though he was turned into a toddler his strength remained. He wasn't even bothered by Harry's weight, which he happily takes advantage of. The green eyed baby especially likes sitting on his father's warm lap.

After enjoying a pale brown colored mash of food that taste suspiciously like turkey, being cleaned of the gunk on his face and washed. The baby was then dressed in a rather comfy lamb onesie with fluffy ears and a tail, this time though a big light-blue bow is hanging on his neck.

Seriously just how many animal onesies does he have?

And now he is sitting on a baby mat at the porch on the backyard with his dad. Many and tall bamboos moving along with the wind are surrounding their backyard, the sky was a clear blue and he can see the fluffy white clouds gently floating. The weather is not hot nor is it cold, it's a wonderful day indeed.

His father is teaching him about his name, he guesses, since the adult turned toddler keeps on pointing at himself after saying the same words all over again while the emerald eyed baby idly chews on his bow.

With wide emerald eyes he points at his daddy with a pudgy finger and repeats.

"Fon, daddy Yuen Fon?"

And is rewarded with a wide smile and a nod making him let out a grin with only two teeth, in triumph. Then the baby returns to chew on his bow, that oddly enough kinda tastes good.

He heard from Hermione back then that the Chinese and other asians addresses themselves first with their surname. So his dad's given name is Fon huh.

'I wonder what's mine?'

Blinking his eyes when his dad starts pointing at him now and repeats on saying his possible name. So he narrows his eyes in concentration, releases the captive bow from his mouth then points at himself and repeats.

"Y-Yuen Fu, Fu?"

He got it right judging from the claps he got from his dad. So he puffs up his chest in pride, pats his pudgy fist in it and shouts his name.

"Fu! Fu! Yuen Fu!" And then to the heck of it he points at his dad. "Fon!Bàba! Fon!" Which he got a laugh from.

They then played a game of funny faces that he proudly won which is evident from his usually calm father who burst into loud guffaws. It's quite cute to watch his daddy try to stop his laughing. He can't blame him though since he tried to imitate Alastor Moody's constant vigilance look that he accompanied with an odd roll of his eye making the baby look utterly ridiculous.

So he learns his name that day and the name Fu kinda sounds cool so he was pretty happy with it.

~o0*0o~

A week later.

Placed in his high chair the baby with green eyes is trying to eat the mash of food that tastes of bananas and peaches without making a mess of himself. A losing battle since his hand seems to have a life on its own when it shoves the food to his head and cheeks.

Irritation and frustration builds up and when he's about to throw a tantrum his eyes catches sight on something of his father's person. His father who's currently enjoying his oolong tea across from him. What caught his attention though is the red pacifier neatly tucked on his dad's neck.

How could he have missed it? Maybe it's because he's so preoccupied of playing with his dad to notice it. But now that he does, wide emerald eyes turns to look at it and observes the thing.

It looks like your everyday pacifier but there's just something odd about it, something distinctly powerful.

Dressed in a rather nice white tiger onesie after the usual bath, (he wonders how his dad would react if he asks the other to wear matching animal onesies with him) is when he gets the chance to observing his dad's odd pacifier more closely. Why he has it boggles the baby's mind though, does his father need a pacifier or something now that he turned into a baby himself?

Fu (yes, he calls himself that now to get used to it fast) is now inside his playpen, squealing and rolling all over the soft mat on the floor out of sheer boredom since crawling is pretty tiring, more work for him. The lazy baby that he is.

Stopping at his eleventh roll due to the dizziness is when he senses the welcome and familiar sensation of his dad's presence. Sitting up and turning to look at his father only to see other three Fons in front of him making him greet at all of them with gummy grins and energetic waves. Which prompts amused chuckles from his father.

After shaking his head to rid of his dizziness he steadies his body then starts crawling towards his dad, only stopping when Fu's much closer to the other. Plopping his butt to the floor and proceeds to have a one sided stare fight with the red pacifier much to the bewilderment of his father.

Yep, it looks like a carbon copy of his pacifier. The color and shape fits but no way his dad would swipe it from him and it's still in his box of toys behind him, well not like he's attached to it since he has a lot more things to chew on, especially that really tasty stuffed blue whale plush. It's so soft and squishy and so much fun to gnaw on and okay he's getting distracted now. So he goes back to staring at the red pacifier on his dad's person with a thumb on his mouth.

"Fu?"

Turning his wide brilliant emerald pools to meet the inquisitive hazel ones, he then lifts a pudgy hand, that is free of drool of course, and reaches up to touch the pacifier. The instant his hand touches it visions of seven different blurry people comes through his mind. He see's them on top of a mountain and then a bright light blinded them and the instant it vanished, babies replaces the blurry figures and oddly enough each individual seems to be surrounded with different colored flames, like a rainbow.

When the vision leaves him the tell tale sensation of his father's flames makes him pause in realization. Sure he has noticed how his dad's flames seems to be lesser than before but he thought that he was just controlling it much more tightly due to his toddler body. The energy of his father's flames that's tightly contained in the pacifier made him doubt though. Could it be that most of his dad's flame is poured into that pacifier resulting to a baby's body?

He doesn't know but one thing he's sure of is that some wanker cursed his beloved daddy. And Fu's not very happy about it thank you very much.

'When I get my hands on them!' His chubby face darkens at the thought and the promise of merciless retribution shines in his narrowed eyes, making his father slightly widens his eyes in surprise at his son's change of countenance.

But what also greatly confuses Fu is the utter lack of dark magic on his father and the pacifier, heck there wasn't even a speck of magic on them. He hasn't ever heard of such a curse without any magical signature and even potions and runes has some, it was just odd. 'Bloody hell.'

Fingers pinching slightly on his chubby cheek jolts him out of his thoughts. Looking up to see his dad as the culprit who's sporting a rather cheeky smile making the toddler looking more adorable. But Fu retaliates in return by also pinching his dad's cheek, a wide gummy grin etching on his rather chubby face.

Then remembering the damned pacifier his emerald eyes narrows and with his free hand, points at the cursed object and says.

"Bad."

His dad only blinks in confusion so he repeats again in emphasis, his pudgy finger making a jabbing notion at the pacifier. "Bad!"

A tilting of the head (where do you think he got it from?) is the reply he gets from the other, making him pout sulkily, his cheeks puffing out.

Sure he knows a bunch of Chinese words now but he doesn't know how to say 'curse' and saying it in English would be just weird. Not to mention suspicious since he hasn't heard a single English word here.

A thought pops in his mind. So he turns around to crawl towards his toy box and after rummaging over his numerous toys he finally finds his objective and clutches it on his hand. Turning to crawl back again to his father and promptly shoves it in front of his bemused dad, it being his very own red pacifier.

Sitting on the floor again he points his free hand at his father's pacifier and repeats the word 'bad' and then points at his own one and says.

"Good."

The baby stares at the face of the toddler who's eyes now widened a little in dawning understanding and awe but then smiles softly in a sad yet loving way while looking at his son. After nodding his head he replies.

"Yes, it's bad."

Seeing his father sad like that is something Fu doesn't like and he has to stop himself from turning on his waterworks. His dad should always be happy and anything that makes him sad otherwise should be swiftly taken care of. So he decides there and then that he will do whatever it takes to break the curse on his father and with a nod he declares.

"Fu wiw hewp!"

The utterly floored expression on his daddy's face made him almost cackle in amusement, almost okay? Smothering his urge aside then,he returns the pacifier back on his toy box. After that he continues to rolling all over the floor in glee, squealing all the way.

Of course he didn't know that what greatly surprised his father was the pure orange flames seeping out of him as if answering the baby's will and confirming his resolve.

He has a lot of ideas to try for breaking the curse but alas his core's still too young, using too much of his magic might make him a squib. And the fine art of potion making and runecrafting are still out of his reach. Where can he get the ingredients he needs? Can they even be found here?

But there's still a lot of potions that can be made with only simple ingredients and the runes just needs some crafting materials so maybe there's still hope.

~o0*0o~

A week later in the kitchen.

Exasperation dwells on Fu while he watches his dad stubbornly tries to eat his most favorite food; mapo tofu. Tries, since a spoon of the food makes him go all teary and red. The green eyed baby is currently sitting on his high chair and ignoring his own food in favor of watching his father's antics. It was kinda amusing at looking at Fon's attempts at eating the spicy food but his amusement turns into exasperation at the twentieth try.

Seriously, the hazel eyed toddler would have a bite, resulting another teardrop falling from his tightly shut eyes and his cheeks are looking almost swelling. Really it seems he also has a ritual of sorts since his dad would pause for a few seconds, his hands would make rather strange swishing movements, looking like he's bracing for a long hard fight and then goes back at taking a bite with determination that's clear on his face with puffy red cheeks, his body trembling a little. Looking like he's subjected to some intense torture but still persists on his objectives and repeats the cycle. The cycle of an ongoing battle.

'Talk about sheer stubbornness.'

Fu thinks while shaking his head in fond exasperation and goes back to minding his own mash of food, that tastes so much of green beans. He's kinda jealous of his dad though, since while his baby food taste pretty good it still makes him long for something more solid.

'What I wouldn't do for some treacle tart.'

Thoughts of the heavenly treacle tart is erased abruptly at the sound of a clinking glass. Turning his head to where the sounds came from only to see his dad drinking from a glass of water. His mug filled with tea empty. He must've ran out of tea huh. What a rare occasion, knowing how his daddy just loves the stuff. When the glass is put down is the time he sees the sweaty beet red swollen face of his dad who's hazel eyes are quite bloodshot. When his hand is reaching for the spoon again Fu just snaps.

'Enough is enough!'

Screaming the levitating spell in his head with a burst of controlled magic, making the bowl of mapo tofu floats up in the air in an instant, way out of his father's reach. With a disapproving glare directed to his shocked toddler father and added a firm shout of;

"No!"

His dad looks at him in shocked confusion and glances at the floating bowl of spicy goodness, longing in his hazel eyes. But when he takes a step towards the floating bowl Fu rewards him with a scream of "Bad!" from his emerald eyed baby. Fu seems to be on a roll with his shouting.

"Daddy stop! Bad! Daddy No!"

Cue the waterworks streaming from his eyes, he's just so frustrated at his daddy who's so keen on harming himself from that blasted horrid food, he has no idea how the whole house shakes due to his distress. The utterly panicked look his dad is sporting that is completed with floundering hands is pretty funny if he wasn't frustrated but instead he summons a hand mirror from his room.

With a zoom he catches it and knocks his plate of mash down the floor in accident but he ignores it and floats the mirror towards his father, who accepts it, a questioning and worried look on his features. Fu points a pudgy finger at the hand mirror, a stern look directed at his father.

Understanding the order from his rather agitated baby son and wanting to comfort him makes Fon swiftly turns to look at his reflection at the mirror. His eyes widens when he takes in his bloodshot eyes, his beet red puffy face and the swollen form of his lips in dawning realizing at his son's reactions. He made his baby worried and that just wouldn't do.

He puts the mirror gently at the table and with quick speed scoops his still crying eight months old baby from the high chair, cradling him in his chest. Wiping the tears and snot from the chubby face with his sleeve. Gently carding a hand to the wavy locks and humming a lullaby to comfort his steadily calming.

"I'm sorry Fu, I didn't mean to make you worry."

Fu replies with pinching his daddy's cheeks with as much strength he can muster making his dad wince slightly, but the adult turned toddler knows he deserves it. Releasing his fingers from Fon's poor cheeks and after seeing the sincerity coming from the hazel eyes makes the baby gurgles softly. Kissing both his dad's cheeks with a resounding pop and then giving a big gummy smile at the other, his emerald eyes shining with adoration. And the father can't help but smile heartily in return, thinking how lucky he is to have such a wonderful son.

Since it's already summer the father treats his son with his newly bought baby pool that has a mushroom style for its roof. Colored prettily in blue, green and red. It's then placed in the backyard and the two enjoys swimming, well wading for Fu, in the cool waters. At first Fon wasn't planning on joining his son but was persuaded by big pleadingly sparkling emerald eyes and a cute mouth repeating 'baba', it's safe to say that Fon's pretty much wrapped up on his adorable baby son's pudgy finger but he doesn't mind one bit of it at all. And so they spend a few hours playing and enjoying the cool waters shaded by the mushroom roof from the summer sun.

Utterly forgetting about the floating bowl of mapo tofu that's back on the floor which is now completely petrified. That dissolves into dust and was taken by a stray breeze of air in a matter of seconds.

~o0*0o~

Fu is just ten months old when a whirlwind comes to visit the Yuen family in their humble home.

The baby is currently taking a nap after exhausting himself thoroughly after playing tag with his daddy. Sure he's still crawling but he's quite the speedy little thing, impressing his father. And Fu hopes that he'll be as fast as his dad someday. After enjoying a bubble bath he's then dressed this time with a soft gray hippo like onesie, he didn't even bat an eyelash he's so used to it now.

The emerald eyed baby then crawls towards his dad and places himself on the comfy lap, proceeding then to cuddling with his daddy happily and babbles unintelligible words until he falls asleep.

He jolts wide awake when he hears loud running footsteps and the slamming of the door open. He's miffed, he just had a wonderful dream of him and his daddy riding with Buckbeak up in the clear blue sky. The feel of the swishing wind and the joy of flying, the freedom he shared with his dad was just bliss. Not to mention it got even better when Buckbeak suddenly dives to the ground and drops its dung quite accurately into the face of one spoiled ferret face; Draco Malfoy.

Then when they see a rather familiar rat, Fu urges the magical creature into chasing that blasted traitor. And just when Buckbeak opens its beak to swipe the thing and hopefully eats it is when he's then rudely jolted into consciousness. So you can understand the angry puffing of his cheeks and the big pout on his chubby face. He's not a happy baby at all.

Planning on shouting his displeasure at whoever the rude culprit is, yes he's that annoyed, but before he can a high feminine squealing distracts him. A blur of black and purple is the last thing he sees before being scooped up then squeezed on something big and soft, but quite suffocating. Accompanied by high pitched squealing.

'What is this torture!?' Screaming in his mind as he desperately flails his limbs to escape the squealing monster but it was in vain, the monster instead tightens it's grip on Fu and he's having trouble breathing. And just like any child or baby, and in some cases teenager/adult, does in desperate situations, the emerald eyed baby opens his mouth and in his loudest tone screams for his parent. "Daddy!"

In an instant he hears a pained yelp and then as quickly the baby is engulfed in the arms and the welcoming presence of his daddy. Sighing in relief and taking in deep breaths, Fu closes his eyes and calms down on his father's arms, relaxing completely. His daddy will keep him safe from the monster.

He's almost asleep but his curiosity niggles at the back of his mind and so he opens his eyes and turns to the side to look at the rude person only to widen his emerald orbs in shock at what he's seeing.

There in front of him is a female version of his father wearing a purple sundress, in his adult version mind you, with the same hazel eyes and porcelain smooth features. The only difference is the straight long knee length raven hair, (it's that long), the rosy red plump lips and of course the very feminine curves. Definitely the biggest he has ever seen, almost as big as watermelon. 'Is that even possible?'

No wonder he had trouble breathing.

"Give him back to me!" Demands the woman with her hands on her hips. Her narrowed eyes directed at his father. His dad in question only releases an exasperated sigh and says calmly.

"No. You were suffocating my son."

A brow twitches and the woman snarls looking completely furious.

"Give the cutie back to me this instant!" Is it just Fu's imagination when he sees his usually calm and serene father's face slightly darkens? The green eyed baby double takes at Fon's tone when his dad replies bluntly that is tinge with a hard edge.

"What? So you could suffocate him again?"

"How dare you!?" The enraged female version of his dad screeches now, looking murderous. Fu can't help but worry at the situation, it looks like a fight will break out in seconds, a violent one.

"You're an eyesore."

Really his dad is even egging on the woman and here Fu wonders just who she is to evoke his usually calm and loving father like this. When the woman reaches into her pocket his dad straightens himself, preparing for battle with his baby son still in his arms. 'This doesn't look good.'

The green eyed baby tugs on his dad's shirt and with wide shimmering emerald eyes asks, his free hand pointing at the lady.

"Daddy, who?"

The hard edge on his father's eyes is suddenly gone, replaced with warm loving ones. Fon softly smiles at his son's question and answers, though with an almost pained reluctant voice.

"She's, she is my sister." A sister? With that said Fu turns to stare at the lady with excitement shining in his eyes. No wonder they look so alike, the baby just hopes she's not like aunt Petunia. The lady in question goes stiff and her face blanks. So he tilts his head to the side and asks.

"Aunty?"

Not a moment later a squeal pierces through the air followed by feverish coos from his now utterly excited auntie.

"Oh aren't you just the cutest baby? Yes, yes I'm your auntie.I want to squeeze you again. I can't wait to pinch your deliciously chubby cheeks!"

It was all said rapidly and Fu only understood a few words. So he only responds with blinking bright eyes and a simple.

"Guh?"

Which prompts another squeal. He can only watch in bewilderment when her hands makes a creepy grabby motion. Getting a little scared when he remembers how he almost died due to the lady, he seeks some comforting from his daddy. By resting his head into his dad's shoulder and promptly places a thumb on his mouth. He closes his eyes and in cue Fon softly hums a lullaby to his still exhausted son. His nap was interrupted after all. The last thing Fu sees before succumbing to sleep is the swooning expression of the long haired lady.

~o0*0o~

"-is his mother?" Fu's eyes blinks his eyes open and nuzzles his lovely soft blanket and peeks at the two, pretending to be still asleep when his curiosity takes hold.

"Asta is in her hometown." He hears a snort which is quickly followed by an annoyed tone.

"And she can't even visit her own son?" A pause then a mournful sigh, making the green eyed baby furrow his brows in concern.

"She sent me a letter, says that she doesn't want anything to do with me and the baby."

Silence drifts through the surroundings before a furious shout pierces through it.

"What!? How dare that woman!" She fumes for minutes looking like an enraged prowling tiger while his father tries to calm her down before she exhales a tired sigh.

"She was such kind and loving person too. I never would have thought she'd do this."

Gloom oozes in air and Fu decides to distract the two by calling his dad. In an instant the tense gloomy atmosphere disappears. Peering through the bars of the crib, the father answers with a warm smile.

"Yes Fu?" Warmth engulfs the baby's chest from seeing the smile that is filled with the soothing flames flickering around him. Making him let out tinkling peals of joyous laughter that effectively brightens up the room and making the two siblings smile in adoration in return.

After that he stares at his daddy with wide beseeching emerald eyes while patting his tummy with a pudgy hand.

"Daddy, Fu hungwy."

Ugh, he still can't pronounce words without lisping. Though his auntie looks like she's gonna go back to squealing again. He's a little worried that he'll be deaf before growing up.

"Anything for my baby boy."

With that said, the baby is gently picked up and carried towards the kitchen, his auntie following them from behind. Then he's placed on his highchair with an orange bib printed with English words of 'Daddy's Baby boy'. Fu firmly ignores his questions regarding to his mother in this life that seems to have abandoned them.

Fu is in bliss. The eggplant puree he's been eating is just pure heaven. Back in his last life he didn't like it that much but now, well he's in love. He didn't even make a mess of himself this time just a little splattered on his chubby cheeks. So into devouring the food that he didn't even notice the amused chuckles of his dad and the numerous flashes of a camera.

The green eyed baby snaps out of his trance when there's no food left on his bowl, it's completely empty. He picks up the empty bowl and turns to look at his father, big pleading emerald eyes directed at him. He ignores another flash.

"Fu wants mow. Pwease daddy."

Fon smiles at him although looking a little in pain while holding an empty jar of the eggplant puree.

"I only bought one jar, I'm sorry Fu."

The green eyed baby stares longingly at the empty jar. "No mow eggpwant fow Fu?"

A sad nod is his answer. He pouts still staring at the jar.

'I wonder if I can accio a jar from a store?' Mulling in his thoughts he fails to notice the silent interaction between the two siblings.

"Go buy some for the cutie now!"

"But who will look after Fu?"

"Who else but me you idiot!"

"Shut up you cow-monster!"

"Why you midget! Just go already! Your baby is waiting!"

"Fine!"

Fon stands up, effectively catching the attention of his adorable son. The father then kisses the baby on his forehead and says.

"Daddy is going to the store okay? I'll be back real quick." With a wave he was gone. Confused he turn to look at his aunt and observes. Noticing how she also has the same beautiful flickering red flames. The only difference is instead of his dad's calm ones hers are more energetic and it seems she has lesser of it. Done with his observation he holds up both of his hands and says.

"Fu want up aunty." Internally bracing for his life. Not a second later he's in the arms of the beautiful long haired woman. Who coos at him in excitement.

"You're so cute! I could just eat you up!" The baby doesn't know what to say to that so he just gives her a gummy grin. A wrong move for he's quickly almost squeezed to death and he is just so thankful that she relaxes her hold on him.

Many squeals and squeezes later, Fu is placed on his aunt's lap.

'I think I just lost a few years of my life.'

"Fu, my name is Biyu. Biyu." With a thumb on his mouth, he nods in understanding and his free hand pats his decides to introduce himself as well, it's polite after all.

"Fu! Yuen Fu!" The lady looks like she wants to glomp him again, thank Merlin she didn't. Instead she rummages something on her handbag.

Suddenly a handful of photos is handed to him. Curious, he looks at the first one and see's a baby boy, a grumpy one. Probably a year older than him, with slightly tousled raven black hair, chubby cheeks filled with baby fat and narrowed blue-gray eyes. Wearing a panther onesie. He was glaring, looking furious at the camera.

His pudgy hand taking captive of an ear from a rather worn looking rabbit plush. Surrounded by more stuffed toys that are either ripped to shreds or worn out. Although there are small bird plushies that are spared. His sharp blue-gray eyes promising a very painful retribution to whoever took a picture of him.

Definitely a relative. He looks too much like his dad and auntie. Hell, he can even pass as his father's twin now.

The other photos all featured the baby. Although he was either scowling or glaring at all of them.

"Isn't my baby Kyou-chan just so adorable?" Biyu gushes, sparkling adoring hazel eyes focuses on the blue-gray eyed baby biting a turtle plushy on the photo, there's a glint of satisfaction on his intense eyes, looking quite pleased with himself. 'Yeah, adorably violent alright.'

"Fu, his name is Kyouya. Your older cousin and I can't wait to make you two wear matching clothes! Oh! The pictures! Can't forget the pictures! You two will be the most adorable babies ever!"

Insert another ear shattering squeal. Yep, he's gonna be deaf soon.

The green eyed baby is rather excited to meet his older cousin, though he fervently hopes that Kyouya's not like Dudley at all. Still his cousin seems a little violent and grumpy, making him wonder whether they'll get along well. He certainly hopes so.

All thoughts of his cousin and his violent tendencies are all forgotten the second Fu's daddy steps inside the kitchen. Utterly consumed of thoughts of the heavenly eggplant puree.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Author's note: So what do you think of this chapter?

Fu - blessing, happiness, good fortune.

Yuen - chinese instrument lute.

Biyu - Jasper, the precious stone.

Ahem. So do you like it? Any questions? What do you think of Biyu?

I highly welcome reviews and constructive criticisms. Flames are not!

So, see yah again later?