A/N: Don't worry, am still alive and kicking! I apologize for not updating for 4 MONTHS. It's just that I'm busy with my other commitments (College, college, college...). I can't promise that I would be able to update fast but I will try... Just for ya'll.
XI. Babysitting War: Tits McGee Style
"I can't take it anymore. I'm bored. You're my babysitter, right? Do something!" Mikan whined.
A day have passed since the 'episode', but for Mikan, it felt like it had been years. Well, it was partly true. All of them were smothering her with attention. It was cool at first, but apparently, her father, who'll be staying in Tokyo for only two days, insisted that Tsubasa and his 'scary' friends could take turns in babysitting Mikan until she was able to go back to school.
According to Tsubasa; every hour, they will change shifts so that they would still be able to attend all their classes.
Despite Mikan's constant protests, everyone happily obliged. So here she was in her cabin with her first babysitter of the day; Anna.
"For the millionth time—Nope. The doctor said you still need to rest." Anna beamed happily. Mikan didn't know if Anna was high or something that she was so enthusiastic on being alone with her on her cabin.
'Why was she, of all people, is the one babysitting me?'
"But I'm bored!" Mikan insisted childishly. Anna rolled her eyes before propping herself down on the sofa next to Mikan.
"So, what do you want to do?" Anna instantly knew it was a bad idea asking when Mikan's hazel eyes lighted up. She grinned mischievously.
"Wanna pull a prank?"
"Uhh... On who?"
"On Youichi, of course! Duh." Mikan replied. She stared expectantly at Anna. The girl just shook her head; she will not allow herself to be fooled by Mikan's mind games. Tsubasa specifically told her before he left that she should not allow Mikan do anything other than stay in her bed and rest. Well, Tsubasa sounded bored too when he was saying that, so she couldn't really blame Mikan for losing her mind.
"We could just watch DVD's, if you like?"
"Prank. Please? Just this once. After this, I'm gonna be a good little girl."
"I don't know..."
"Aw, c'mon! Please?" Mikan pouted as she looked at Anna pleadingly. Anna just heaved a defeated sigh in response.
'Why in the world did I volunteer to babysit this little minx again?'
"Ugh, fine! What do we do?"
"Well, there's this prank called 'Where's My Stuff?'. I have a friend who did it once and trust me; it was epic." Mikan exclaimed. By now, Anna found herself being curious. Based on the stories that Mikan had been feeding her about herself, Anna concluded that Mikan had a fun childhood.
"What we'll do is while our victim—that's Youichi; is in the shower, you'll enter the bathroom and steal his clothes. You'll then leave a costume of our choice for him to wear. Meanwhile, I'll be getting my camera ready to take a snap of him for blackmailing purposes. The best part is he'll have to walk to his bedroom which is like 5 rooms away, wearing said costume. And that's gonna buy me enough time to get some good shots." Anna broke out into a fit of giggles.
"He's not gonna know what will hit him."
They spent an hour trying to make up a strategy on how they're going to creep in the bathroom without Youichi noticing. Scratching her head gingerly, Mikan showed Anna a paper that contains different symbols. Anna looked at it as if it was some kind of sorcery.
"Here's the strategy."
"Umm. What the hell does this mean? I'm sorry, but I don't understand 'Mikan-speak'." Anna flipped the paper over as if she's expecting to magically understand it. Mikan arched a delicate eyebrow in disbelief.
"That little circle is me. And that tree—"
"Oh my god. That's a tree?" Anna stifled a giggle. Mikan just rolled her eyes before continuing as if she hadn't heard what Anna had just said.
"And that tree I'm standing on is the exact tree right outside the bathroom. Luckily for us, the shower in the bathroom is enclosed in dark tinted glass so he'll not see you coming in. I'll give you a signal when to come in." Mikan looked up thoughtfully; thinking if she had missed something.
"I think I still have some walkie talkies in here somewhere..." Mikan ran towards her closet and frantically rummaged through mountains of clothes. Anna gawked at the girl as if she was crazy.
'She's really serious about this.'
"Aha." Mikan triumphantly muttered. She grabbed two ancient walkie talkies from her secret stash and gave one to Anna. Anna looked at the object before warily looking at Mikan. Mikan smirked wickedly in response.
"Pick an alias."
~o0O0o~
"Ahem. In just a few moments, Youichi will arrive and I want you guys to be as attentive as possible." Mikan whispered audible enough for the others to hear what she had just said.
You read that right; others. After testing their walkie talkies, it turned out that Anna's babysitting duty was over, but she didn't want to go until the prank was pulled. Kitsuneme and Koko were Mikan's babysitters for the succeeding hours so she decided to let them in on the prank.
Kitsuneme's task was to put glue in Youichi's shampoo while Koko would remove Youichi's desk drawers and switch them around. Youichi will definitely scratch his head over this one. They were really laying it on thick.
"Okay, so the rocks are us. Now, if you hear me say 'Lalala' through your walkie talkies, I want you— "
"Which rock am I?" Koko excitedly butted in. He grinned happily as he gazed at the four rocks.
"I dunno." Mikan shrugged and continued. "So Youichi's going to enter the bathroom, right? You wi—"
"Am I that one? It's the biggest."
"Does it matter?" Mikan asked. "As I was saying, you will all go to your positi—"
"Can I be that one?" Koko asked. Mikan clenched her fists and kicked one of the stones.
"That's you." Mikan retorted angrily as the rock skittered over the dirt and landed into the raging currents of the river with a splash.
"Is me drowning part of the plan?" Koko asked in a small voice.
"No, but I'm sure we can work it in there somewhere." Mikan rolled her eyes before letting out a tiny amused smirk. Koko nodded meekly as Anna and Kitsuneme turned their faces away to hide their laughter.
~o0O0o~
"Van Helsing, come in. Over."
"Tits McGee, this is Van Helsing. Go ahead." Anna excitedly replied. It's already noon and the four of them were now on their posts, just waiting for Youichi—who had arrived a few minutes ago, to go to the bathroom.
"He's coming in now. Ready the clothes. Break." Mikan whispered before pressing the button when she heard her walkie talkie beeping; signaling another call.
"Tits McGee, this is Octopussy. What do I do? Over." Mikan's eyes widened when she heard what Koko's nickname was. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from losing it.
"Octopussy? You're gonna go all James Bond or something?"
"It's cool! So what do I do?"
"Just wait for my signal..." Mikan trailed off when she saw Youichi was about to grab his shampoo with glue in it.
"Lalala! I repeat, Lalala!" Mikan exclaimed as Anna hurriedly exchanged Youichi's clothes with something else. Koko and Kitsuneme readied theirselves in their posts. Mikan and Kitsuneme opened their video cameras and began to record.
"What the fuck is this shit?" They all heard Youichi roared out after putting some of the substance on his head. His hands were sticky with glue. Youichi then put his hand near his nose to smell if something was wrong with the shampoo. But he didn't smell anything out of ordinary. After all, Kitsuneme had used an unscented glue.
"Aunt Yuka must have bought the wrong one. I specifically said that I want the one with moisturizer in it."
The four of them burst out laughing.
"Tits McGee, this is legit. Moisturizer? This is some good shit. Man, who knew Hijiri was into those things?" Koko exclaimed as he neared the microphone to his mouth. Mikan shook her head in amusement before smirking when she heard Youichi turn off the shower after taking too long on rinsing the sticky substance off his gray tresses.
"Guys, remember your positions. The fun part begins in..."
"... Three..."
"... Two..."
"... On—"
"You've got to be shitting me! I'm not gonna wear this piece of shit, goddamit!" It was probably the longest chain of curse words Mikan had ever heard coming from Youichi. Mikan could hear the faint echoes of her friends' laughter coming from their posts.
"You bitch! I know you're there Mikan. Over my dead body will I ever wear this! Give me back my clothes!" Youichi roared, clearly not amused. Mikan bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing. For her, the costume was not that bad. It's just a kinky nurse outfit she bought from Target the other day.
A few minutes have passed, but no one was replying to Youichi's plea. Youichi sighed irritably before muttering something too low for them to hear under his breath. Youichi pulled on his gray tresses in irritation. He knew there's no way out; his Sissy was thorough. If he goes naked, Mikan will get more than she liked and she's going to be pleased... That's not good. If he wore the nurse outfit, he could just run to his room as fast as he can so Mikan couldn't clearly see it. He would then find something to wear in his desk drawers. So nurse outfit, it is.
What Youichi didn't know was the next leg of the prank was already in motion. Koko is switching Youichi's desk drawers around at the moment.
Youichi quickly put the outfit on. He tugged on the skirt as he grudgingly looked himself over on the bathroom's mirror. The skirt was too short that it leaves little to imagination. The top, on the other hand, was too tight that he looked like a girl on steriods.
"Now that you see me in a nurse costume, could you please give me back my fucking clothes?" Youichi yelled. Mikan shook her head at that.
"No can do, Bro." Mikan hollered loud enough for Youichi to hear. The lad tried looking for the source of the voice, but to no avail.
Youichi slowly opened the bathroom door as he scanned the corridor for... What was he looking for, anyway? Scratching the back of his head, Youichi hurriedly ran towards his room. He loudly cursed when he could see flashes of cameras all over the place. Youichi ran faster than he had ever ran in his life when he could see the opening of his room. And in a flash of movement, he entered his room and swiftly locked the door. Leaning, against the door, Youichi heaved out a sigh.
"Touchdown!"
In three long strides, Youichi bend over his desk drawers to find just about anything he could wear. But when he opened the first drawer to get a shirt, all he saw was his socks. From what he could distinctly remember, his socks are usually placed in the seventh drawer. He then checked the second drawer; only to find his textbooks in it. Now, he was pretty sure that this was not the usual placement of his desk drawers. He was fucked.
"You don't know how much I fucking want to kill you right now, Yukihira!" The four laughed from their spots. Mikan was about to jump through Youichi's bedroom window when she heard Narumi's booming voice.
"Youichi? Are you okay?" Narumi hollered. Youichi could hear Narumi's heavy footsteps getting louder and louder by the second. Youichi's eyes widened in panic. Narumi couldn't see him wearing the costume. He opened all of his desk drawers in sheer fright. He was too panicked that he couldn't concentrate on what he was doing.
Mikan motioned Kitsuneme to continue filming. This was too epic to pass up.
"I'm o-okay, Naru..." Youichi trailed off when Narumi unceremoniously barged in through the door.
"... mi."
Youichi immediately ran to the corner of the room and curled up in a fetal position in a vain attempt to cover himself up. "Shit! It's not what you think it is!"
Obviously, Narumi wasn't expecting to see anything remotely like that. His eyes widened as he took in what Youichi was wearing.
"Y-Youichi! You could have told me you were doing 'something'. I'll go now. Sorry to disturb you." Narumi stuttered. He quickly backtracked and closed Youichi's bedroom door. The others were laughing their asses off at Youichi's rather dazed expression.
"And now they think I'm into 'that' kind of stuff. Fuck me."
Mikan wickedly winked at the others before facing Youichi's sulking form. She was starting to feel bad for the lad but it was unweighed by pure glee... after all, she's going to be the richest motherfather in the world.
~o0O0o~
A/N: Definitely my favorite chapter thus far. Just taking a short break from the heavy stuff. Oh, and Youichi will plot his revenge soon so if I were you, REVIEW to have a brief idea on what that is.
Happy Holidays,
Major Sugar Assassin