Chapter Title: The Hair Eating Incident

Word Count:712

Main Characters: Daisuke, Krad, Emiko, Kosuke.

"So this is the little prince?" A tall, sexy young blond murmured as he arched an eye brow at the gurgling babe. The infant's proud mother, the queen of the land, Emiko nodded happily at her child's fairy-god-father. "Isn't he just adorable?" She giggled, bouncing the child against her bosom.

"He has very lovely hair." Krad agreed with a smirk, after all, this child was to be his charge, why not take pride in his looks. "Such a vivid color." Inwardly he likened it to blood, which was of course his favorite substance. He smiled at the thought of blood-shed, it wasn't very clear how he of all people weaseled his way into the guardian position of such a important infant, but it is better left unquestioned.

"Would you like to hold him?" The brunette offered shyly, tightening her grip on the child. "I'm sure Daisuke'd love for you to do so." She smiled as Krad hesitated, biting his lower lip in contemplation. It wasn't everyday someone offered him something so intimate, more often than not, they made sure such things were kept well away from him.

"Go on now." Emiko urged with a smile as the fae stepped closer. "There, careful now." She warned as she gently set the bundle into gloved hands. The blond sweat-dropped as she grinned widely, adjusting his hands.

"Now isn't that just adorable!" She awed, stepping away so she could take in the flustered being and her giggling child. Beside her, her husband nodded. Though Krad seemed some-what uncomfortable, the parenting scene did suit him.

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"Have you ever thought of settling down? Having some children perhaps?" Kosuke questioned with a friendly smile, his wife clinging to his arm as she obsessed over the fairy-god-father and her child's cuteness.

"No…" Krad blushed, offering the couple an embarrassed stare, he held the infant loosely. It was rather odd for him to be holding such a fragile, human, thing. It frightened him to even think about having a lover (To which he would most likely be submissive), let alone caring for more, small fuzzy things. Most likely he'd forget to feed them and they'd wonder off (Like his pet lizard Argentine did when he was but one century old) or they'd die.

He was broken out of his reverie suddenly he felt a jerk, and stiffened as a slurping noise reached his ears. Narrowing his feline eyes, he felt a growl bubbling in his throat. What the hell did the little brat think he was doing?!

"Aw! He likes you!" Emiko cooed, oblivious to the blonde's growing agitation. Her husband began to make for the child; he doubted any good would come from letting the boy continue his munching on Krad's beautifully arranged bangs. In fact, he found he might not have a son if the blond had any say in it.

"YOU WRETCHED MONGREL!" Krad shrieked, yanking the child away from his now soggy forelocks. "I SHALL HAVE MY VENGENCE!" Kosuke took the opportunity and snatched the child out of the severely pissed off Fairy's grasp; only succeeding in making the blond more ireful.

"DIE!" Krad snarled launching himself at the boy, whipping out his handy-dandy enchanted cross as he did so. "NO!" Emiko yelped as the blond pricked the child with the end of his cross. Satisfied that he had cursed the brat, Krad leaned back to watch the spell take effect.

Kosuke and Emiko fell silent in defeat as they waited to see what horrible deed had been bestowed upon their heir. Instead of falling into an unending sleep as Krad had expected, the crying child's beautiful crimson curls became a disarray of knots and tangles.

"Oh wrong cross." Krad sighed unhappily, snapping his fingers in disappointment; he really needed to start labeling his spells… "Anyway, I really must be going, so ta-ta!" He called back to the bewildered rulers as he sauntered out of the castle, muttering about 'wretched little monsters', 'Never being able to wash the grime out of his beloved hair again', and 'really needing a vacation'.

Behind him the child named 'Daisuke' began to wail.

Author's Note: So, that explains Krad anger doesn't it? R & R you all!