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Disclaimer: I do not own Monsuno or any of it's characters. This is a request from ArgentinaV, she owns the idea and the OC - Xyphez which will appear in this story. Also, this fic will or will not be a multi-chapter story - I'm not sure.

Family Time

Dax walked quietly through the canyon. He hated when they did this. He didn't like waking up so early just to sneak away from his teammates and then having to sneak back in when he discovered his 'Auntie' just wanted some 'family time'.

"Lookie, lookie," a snide voice broke his mental rant. Dax looked up to see a seventeen-year-old boy that looked almost exactly like him leaning a rock jutting out of the wall of the canyon "What do we have here?"

Dax wasn't surprised. He never got a normal greeting from his brother, he really didn't want any reason to great him anyway. At most times, he tried to avoid his psychopathic twin.

"Duplicate." he greeted in a casual tone. It was a nickname he made up for him long ago, simply because his twin - Xyphez - was obsessed with stealing his life. It could work if they were exactly alike, but unfortunately for Xyphez - they weren't. Dax's eyes were mahogany brown while Xyphez's were a bloody red - matching his demonic nature. Apart from the eyes, Xyphez's fingers weren't real fingers but mechanic golden claws. That plus the strange way he dressed - a red sleeveless shirt with black jeans and a black overcoat - he really did have a demonic aura to him.

"So you agree I look like you." he said in a cheery, high-pitched voice. Yup, crazy and annoying all wrapped up in one impatient, hotheaded little brat.

"We're twins! Of course we look alike ya' twit!" Dax snapped. Xyphez was one of the few people who could annoy him so easily, another fact that he didn't like about his twin next to the "I'm going to steal your life" gimmick.

"Hey, I'm just checking." Xyphez said with mock innocence.

"Boys." both heads snapped toward the person who said that "We didn't come here to argue." Charlemagne told them in that voice full of authority she always spoke in.

"Sorry Auntie." Xyphez instantly apologized. Dax stayed quiet, crossing his arms in front of his chest. If he was right and his 'Auntie Charley' as Xyphez called her really just wanted some quality time he was going to evacuate as quickly as possible.

"So why did we come here?" he asked bluntly.

"We'll get to that. Lets just talk for a little while." Charlemagne said in a flat voice. Yup, more 'family time'. But before he could voice his protests his twin cut off all hopes of making an excuse and a quick escape.

"So hows that little gang of yours?" Xyphez asked curiously.

"Huh, oh, their just fine." The question was one of Xyphez usual questions, Dax just didn't expect it right at the start. Xyphez wanted to steal his life, that included his teammates. Xyphez grinned mischievously.

"And that girl you like?"

Dax felt a furious blush creep up his cheeks. His twin really did have a talent for getting on his nerves.

"Oh, Dax I didn't know you liked a girl." Charlemagne commented, obviously amused.

"Yeah, yeah he does!" Xyphez chirped enthusiastically "He even calls her Princess!"

"Oh is that so?" Charlemagne chuckle at Dax's obvious frustration.

"Uh huh, in fact he's got nicknames for all of his little friends!" Xyphez confirmed, totally oblivious to the daggers Dax was glaring at him.

"You don't say?" Charlemagne said, raising an intrigued eyebrow.

"Yeah, he calls Chase Suno 'baby Suno', the little monk is 'monkfish' and the dorky one is 'Glasses'," Xyphez recited childishly "And Princess is his girlfriend."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT!?" Dax snapped suddenly. He was furious that he had to be in such close proximity of his brother again, the fact that Xyphez knew things he shouldn't have EVER found out only added to his anger.

"Auntie sent me to spy on you!" Xyphez chirped happily as an evil grin formed on his lips. Dax shifted his gaze from his psychotic twin to his 'Auntie Charley'. She just gave him a stern look.

"You're becoming too attached to them." she said bluntly, like she would be saying an order to one of her soldiers.

"No I am not!" Dax scowled indignantly. One thing he hated the most was when 'Auntie' and Duplicate started to act like they were running his life. Xyphez giggled evilly.

"Well the 'monkfish' calls you his friend." he said and then added as an afterthought "But of course mighty lord Dax wouldn't even consider a weird monk as a-"

"HE IS NOT WEIRD!" Dax bellowed at the top of his lungs, realizing his mistake a just moment to late. Of course Xyphez would mess with his head, Charlemagne surely wanted to see how he would react. Sure enough, Auntie Charley wore her 'analyzing' face, her gaze disapproving.

"See Dax, this is what I was talking about." she stated.

Dax sighed, this was going to be hard to get out of. "So I made a few friends, so what?" he finally voiced, making sure the last two words sounded sarcastic.

Charlemagne scowled "Those friends are the enemies of S.T.O.R.M. and therefor your enemies as well."

It was Dax's turn to scowl "Well I'm not part of S.T.O.R.M.," he stated coldly "Now if you excuse me I have a date with my bed."

With that, Dax turned around and headed back in the direction of the team's camp.

"You need to choose a side." Charlemagne said from behind him. Dax stopped, taking a moment to mull it over before half turning to face her.

"I'm on the winning side of course." he answered bluntly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Charlemagne let a self-satisfied smile grace her lips as well "Good boy."

And with that said and done, Dax made his way back to camp. His smile broke into a wild grin, he had managed to get away from 'family time' and to trick his 'Auntie' without lying. A personal best!

"He thinks we're gonna leave him alone," Xyphez said as he watched the retreating form of his twin in the distance "Isn't that cute?"

Charlemagne glanced at her nephew, who was lulling back and forth on the same rock he had been sitting on all morning. At his eager expression, she nodded her approval "Get him."

Xyphez grinned wildly, a demonic glint in his red eyes.

"My pleasure, Auntie Charley."

So what do you think ArgentinaV? I hope you liked it.