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Please stop crying?

[Lenalee is looking a little worse for wear, hair a tangled mess and dark circles under her eyes. She can be seen cradling a wailing child with the same black hair as her, but brown eyes.]

Come on, use your words... are you hungry? Do you- ow! [The child stops crying long enough to gleefully yank at a lock of her hair. Lenalee covers his tiny fist with her hand, slowly prying off his fingers with a weary sigh.] No hair pulling.

[The toddler is placed on the ground once Lenalee gets her hair free, and she fixes him with a stern look.]

That isn't the way to get what you want. Use your words.

[There is a moment of silence as the child's lower lip wibbles, and then he is screaming again. Lenalee wavers for a moment before bending to pick him back up, bouncing him on her hip.]

Brother would know what to do with you. [He's the one with childcare experience. Although... the thought of him happening upon her holding a child at all resembling herself is worrying.] It's a good thing Brother isn't here, though...

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[Taro is suspicious of his new room. He had appeared when there was no manor and now that he is suddenly given a bedroom well... needless to say he's a little freaked out. Houses, so far as he had always been taught, did not just appear out of nowhere.

And neither did children for that matter. Not that he has been given one (thank god) but he's noticed their sudden appearance.

And so that is how he's come to be hiding in the greenhouse. Safe from the house he thinks will eat him and..well..apparently not so safe from crying babies]

U-um...you need some help? [He peeks out awkwardly from behind a large potted plant]

[Lenalee cranes her neck in an attempt to see around the plant while keeping her hair out of reach of grabby little hands. Oh, another child. At least this one is old enough to talk, and possibly be helpful.]

Help would be- [She cuts off, wincing as the tiny person in her arms manages to grab a handful of hair again.] -appreciated.

[Taro takes a few more shy steps out from his hiding place before reaching up to rub at the back of his head awkwardly] Okay...so um...what can I do?

[Taro doesn't know anything about kids. He's an only child, and other kids his age only bully him so...he really is a fish out of water here.]

[Lenalee's attention is absorbed by prying the fingers around her hair off one by one, and it's a moment before she gets around to answering.]

Well, I don't know what it is that he wants. Perhaps you could try finding him a toy, or food? Something to distract him.

[Taro nods and tries to think of the best course of action. He can't exactly just hand over the death eraser or the deathnote as toys to play with, so he tries to think if he has anything else. Shoving his hand in his pocket he digs about before lo and behold, finding the keys to his house. Much good they do him here.]

Will these work? [He jingles them a little hopefully]

[Lenalee blinks at the offering before smiling at him, amused.]

Maybe? Let's try.

[She takes the keys and jingles them in front of the baby. Surprisingly, it seems to distract him enough for the wails to quiet down, at least for the moment.]

Ah, I think he likes them! Thank you.

Ah goof [Taro manages a little smile, shuffling a little closer]

...Is it your sibling?

No, he just... appeared here. I don't know where he came from.

[She continues to jingle the keys in front of him, and can't help smiling at how easily amused he is.]

He's a bit of a handful.

[after slowly getting his eyes to adjust to the sunlight over the past few days, Mukuro was finally able to take his very first steps outside. The whole sensation was rather bizarre. The grass, the sky, trees, wind, all foreign to him. As is the strange glass house in the middle of nowhere.

Curious, he walks inside, only to hear a child crying. Instantly he bristles up. Mukuro walks up to the woman holding the child, she had to be hurting it or scaring it. That's why all the other children cried. His one-white scrubs, are covered with browned dried blood. He looks up to her, his right eye stitched in and swollen, and unnaturaly red with a deformed pupil with the kanji numeral 1 in it]

Give him to me.

[Lenalee jolts at the boy's sudden appearance, distracted by the child in her arms. Though his words surprise her, it takes no more than a glance for her to hug the wailing toddler more closely, taking a step back. She still has no idea where the kid came from, or how she's supposed to take care of him, but she can at least protect him.]

No.

[She speaks the simple refusal coolly, leaving no room for argument while running her eyes up and down the blood-soaked boy again.]

Why do you want him?

You're hurting him. That's why he's screaming.

[He takes a corresponding step forward. Arms held out to Lenalee to take the child. He didn't like that screaming noise. He had heard it so many times before... but he never screamed. No. He never gave them the satisfaction.]

You can't take care of him. You are like the bad men. Give him to me. I am a good man. I can make him stop screaming.

[That earns Mukuro a surprised look, and Lenalee glances at the child before looking back to him again.]

I'm not hurting him. He's a baby-- babies cry sometimes.

[She finds herself smoothing a hand over the tufts of black hair, as if trying to prove the point. Lenalee does not consider herself to be mother material at all, but handing the child off to a strange boy covered in bloodstains does not strike her as a better option.]

You don't look old enough for that. If you want to help, you can find him some food.

.... All the other children screamed like that when they were hurt. Not me though.

[He takes another step forward]

Food is in the "kitchen". I like the Kitchen.

[But something confuses him, he tilts his head and drops his hands to his sides again]

...Old enough? I don't know how old I am. If I show you I can make him stop screaming, will I be old enough?

[Lenalee is caught off guard by the simple statement.]

Who hurt you?

[She does not move back when he steps forward, but she makes no motion to hand over the child either.]

Maybe. Why don't we go to the kitchen, and see if that makes him happy?

The bad men. But they won't hurt me anymore. [He giggles] They won't hurt anybody anymore.

[He doesn't step aside to allow Lenalee to pass. Instead his brows knit together in frustration]

You can't let him scream all the way there.

[Unbeknownst to him his powers are beginning to act up. Parts of the green house are starting to warp slightly, small tears appear to be ripping into reality, giving way to small black voids. Of course this is all an illusion, however Mukuro isn't quite in control of it. It is still potentially dangerous]

Edited 2011-06-30 17:15 (UTC)

[Well that is worrying. Much as Lenalee sympathizes with the boy, she won't hesitate to stop him by any means necessary, if it comes to that.]

Stop that.

[Spoken in the same stern voice she used on the baby before, and she moves to place a warning hand on Mukuro's shoulder.]

How do you intend to make him stop screaming?

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