Babysit the child;; Fumiko & Akira

Odd, she had done a few missions previously, yet this one would be the first she would attempt to do with another. For what reason would babysitting require two people to complete? No matter, something as simple as babysitting surely couldn't evolve into much more, it wouldn't be too hard especially after she had made it through Mr.Eggs missions and dealing with that oddity of a daughter. First thing she had gone on a date! What a disaster that had been as if a mocking voice had spoken in her ear all day. She hadn’t been more glad to be home after that experience, yet the second mission had been no better. Tasting food with the man, his daughter came down for a bit as well, awkward conversation had simmered between the two young woman until the chef of a man had completed cooking. Her mind reeled back to the missions description. A name she hadn't heard before, Mr. Steven, no one major and no rumors of having a trouble making child had circled her way so perhaps indeed she- no they. Perhaps they were in luck. The only requirements were to keep everything settled right, the child slightly younger than herself had to be in bed by 10pm which was a reasonable time, and they weren't allowed to leave the house. That part seemed quite specific indeed, well no use reading into it too much.

Was the other ninja inside already? She didn't particularly want to enter the building if her partner to be would come later, yet if the other was inside waiting out in the chilling weather would be quite the embarrassment. Settling her bow which held her collar closed the soft fabric looked a little nicer after a few seconds of fiddling, the mundane action soothing her nerves until a brief greeting directed at her had been spoke. ”Evening! Im Fumiko, I take it that you are here to do the mission as well?” A questioning tone entered her voice, yet it remained pleasant and happy, as inside it was a wish that she could form bonds with all village members that she met.

Short indeed yet it was not for that reason which she felt the reply was inadequate. She knew whom miko was, the idea worried her slightly, surely she had done nothing bad recently, or had she gone on a rampage recently. Someone as young looking as this child wouldn't know them from classes for sure which meant that they had, well, would they have intentionally looked into her, studied or researched her? No no the idea was simply absurd, perhaps the child looked up to her instead of a more ah, negative intention. The other looked almost embarrassed, clinging to a book as if it held her own soul and glancing down to one side. A slight chuckle escaped the eldest, fingers stroking down her braid she shook the thoughts away, they mattered not now! This child- a child, they were babysitting a child supposedly 15 and for some reason her partner had been assigned as someone who from appearance seemed at least 3 years younger. Oh dear, why could she be with Zaida instead! "Well, nethertheless it's nice to meet you. Lets head inside before we catch colds!"  Her voice lifted, returning to the normal chirpy tone and relaxed smile which pinched even the skin by her eyes.

Knocking gently the door seemed soft to the touch yet resisted her at the same time. A moment's shuffling and some exchange of noises before a breathless man opened the door, tie askew he glanced at the duo a face of shock forming. Muttering something regarding how time passed quickly the suited male beckoned them in where his wife presumably, hurriedly buckled her shoes up before squeezing out the door and dashing into the chilled evening. Brows raised Miko turned to the father, ”What should be know?” Surely there had to be something more to the mission that keeping a child inside and sending her to bed! Half muffled as the tie around his neck was straightened, ’Ah um, bed by 10, not going outside. Don’t damage anything we’ll be back around 12 or 1.' With that he had left, the couple hurriedly disappearing into the distance.

Confusion muddled her face as the simply dressed female turned to the other. ”Well I guess the kid is in the main lounge room shall we go meet them?”  With a slight wave of her hand miko hand gestured towards where a few sounds were coming from and was presumably, the lounge.

It was quite odd that the parents had just left like that, normally wouldn't they introduce the child to the people who would be babysitting right. It seemed to be that her partner for this mission, that was no problem for sure, a little odd after spending so much time with Zai. But perhaps this could come as a nice quiet restful evening where she could figure some turmoil out which had been brewing within. Ye the other started to speak, perhaps she had started to open up a little? Some light chatting over a drink would be a good place to start. Yet the topic declined her that idea. Return her to the house, an expression of confusion passed across her face, the muscles moving to raise her eyebrows. It wasn't until the other motioned towards the curtains waving softly from the pressure of the wind.

Oh, a rather energetic child from the looks of it. Had the window casually been left open to aerate the room or had a rather emotional young lady lept to freedom and departed the building. A slight grin accompanied the chuckle which caused her to take a step back. Of course it wouldn't be that nice. With a roll of her eyes the girl snagged a doorstop from the floor next to them, propping open the door as she lept down the stairs landing softly outside. Having been watching the doll like stalker she too had noticed an alleyway close by. Tall walls on either side and noting the position of it for sure it probably led to a secluded back garden. ”We have a child to find.” without a glance back she spoke, heart sinking slightly as she knew what was coming in reply. An empty sodden can of nothing, perhaps a few scraps of words if she were lucky.

Although this prowler of sorts was younger than her Miko had little idea of how to act, normally she knew how to act around everyone as both friend and foe would be displayed an equal amount of compassion and welcoming spirit. Perhaps she could keep up the long term facade which she had worn for the past 9 years. yes that would be okay, one more person was doable, one more soul she had to enchant with her personality. Slightly a smile was etched into her face, muscles used a million times knew just how to pull her face into a natural looking smile, they key lay in not making it too big. Perhaps this would be over soon, the parents would be home at 12 ish, which left maybe an hour to run home and start cleaning in advance for her mothers return. Then the woman could sleep well if she returned from hours slaving away to a clean and pleasant house. Pity any florists wouldn't be open either.

The child a year younger than her looked so surprised to see two similarly aged persons infront of her as if they were the police, or some form of law enforcement. A slightly saddened expression crossed her face, disappointment in what the other had done was clearly shining by the way she stood. "Hey come on back with us, I know you probably don't want to but it won't be that bad." From the words she had spoken Miko knew that this problem daughter would soon sway to their side. "No why, what would I gai-" Embarrassment flooded the 15 year old girls face as her stomach rumbled and miko raised a brow. Holding a hand out a smile formed from the sadness which had coated her expression. "We can cook for you, You're hungry right?" As the other girl nodded and took Mikos hand the eldest girl shot a small smile at her job partner, it hadn't been too hard luckily.

Under normal circumstances her hand would be the little spoon, with Zaida's cradling hers, yet now she had stepped into the shoes of Zaida momentarily. A smile was presented to the slightly younger girl who she had to comfort, for this fifteen year old had fled the house for some reason, even if she didn't know why. Although that smile nearly faded, it had been hard to retain it when she had turned around to look back at the house and glimpsed the odd figure of Marionette, the stalker doll from one of those folk tales her mother told her about i the winter when everyone huddled around the fire with mugs of hot cocoa and brick hard cookies that softened when dunked. It was a fitting nickname for the child which seemed to follow her like some type of ethereal spirit, Marionette it was. "Lets head inside quickly before we catch colds, the winter temperature can drop suddenly and you'll have a fever before you know it!" At Least there would be something in the house to distract the two antisocial types.

It had come as a surprise, sweets. macarons to be exact and of different flavours at that. Chuckling slightly she pushed away the horrible thought with a smile. of course something awkward, and Marionette here wouldn't be helpful at all. Macaroons, soft biscuit right, cookie like with two identical halves and an icing in the middle, quite sweet and coloured in very vibrant and bright hues. Everything would look perfect as if it belonged on a magazine. Shaking her head slightly the Jugo ushered them all towards the warmth of the open door. "Food comes later, let's get warm" Right, yes she could do the ramen, ramen was her jazz it was her thing she could do a good ramen in her sleep with her hands cuffed together and everything tied up.

As they entered the building the younger child relinquished possession of her hand, moving into the lounge to knock up the windows and get them them to be tightly closed. A slight feeling of serenity developed Miko as she watched the other depart, halting the traffic of chilling air before slouching down with a book, a moment longer miko watched her who was just a year younger. curled up with a blanket draped over her legs and what looked to be like a good book. How miko wished that she could be in her place, happily snuggled up in the warmth with an interesting tale to read.

No no she had to focus, rushing into the kitchen a smile on her face masking the inner turmoil which ripped her to shreds as if it were a battering ram moving with great force. The seafood raman was fine, she could cook up an emergency broth, chuck mussels oysters prawn fish in it, the get a bowl, she remembered it as if it were part of her human nature, line the bow with bok choy, pour in the broth. To top it all off add some dumplings with seafood stuffing! A look on her face portrayed the slight amount of confidence she had in the entire plan. "Marionette, I'll do the raman" A question yet an order, part of it sounded like an order yet the end of was more questioning. Oh indeed her life was falling apart without some form of support.

She had almost missed it, a brief rain in the desert and a spring flower crushed under a sudden frost Marionette had let something onto her face. Not a smudge of dirt yet it seemed more out of place than a mark, she would have expected neon lights the erupt from the girls skin and everything to fold in on itself like some form of a drug induced dream before she had seen the little doll change her expression to one of a true smile no matter how small. That made the two of them smiling beasts amongst a ceremonial parade ground of flat stone. Chocolate was her side, she could deal with her ramen. It was a fine plan indeed for the two of them could work in a harmony. A pot sat on the stove she pulled out the different sauces, some say of course, fish sauce and hyo. Simmering slightly most of it went in in one go, pre cooked fish with some beans, little tiny pods of flavour they would be wonderful. Oysters and mussels it seemed like the couple also has some octopus which she diced and added to the mixture. Everything simmering softly she placed the lid over it, knowing that now all it needed was time and patience, they needed the stamina to endure the minutes waiting with such an alluring scent coming from the pot. It bubbled up emotions from inside her, ones that had never been woken before they stirred something deep within her that surged up causing a wave of uncontrollable lust for the ramen which slowly came into its own through the time it spent simmering in the pot.

her mood not even changed by the other girls movements, gathering a blade in her hands the doll like creature drew it out, letting her arm run slack and the blade fall to her side it swun slightly. As the light glanced off with each change and movement Miko felt adrenaline crawl up her legs, lighting a fire up her spine and circling her neck in smooth motions. The child like thing had turned to look at her, head slightly at an odd angle it seemed almost disjointed with the hair swinging never coming to a halt. The moment was odd, yet it secured the idea in her mind that marionette was more than just a nickname, it was her species. "the ramen just needs a little time, the broth needs to simmer and soon i can put the noodles on" In a commercial kitchen it was important to keep your peers updated, making communication smoother everything ran at a better pace and they could release dishes with perfect timing, half a glance over let her survey the scene which confused her. "How is chocolate coming along?" although she had gained a smile she wasn't expecting a thesis on how the chocolate was going, even just a general idea or vague concept of time.

Although it seemed like her hands needed another wash, of course she had done it before doing anything else however it felt like after handing draw seafood the slimy mess was not something she wished for her hands to be coated in. A warm stream of water pouring from the tap Miko scrubbed under her tails and massaged her hands with a thick lather of bubbles enjoying the soap provided which caused a great deal of bubbles to form which were rather large in volume. Broth needed time and patience, it needed to survive through it all and come out of it able to wash off what had happened the night before and move on. Similar to herself, yet it was with a milk interest that she watched chocolate preparation, something rather unfamiliar to herself and odd concept and one that requires immense attention to detail and horrendous amounts of self control. With only one apron in the room she did not object as the other claimed it for herself, as chocolate, especially when melted was far more tricky to handle and seemed to end up smearing itself everywhere no matter what one did. Yet it was nice to see a smile on marionette, odd as well perhaps the muscles in that child weren't quite used to holding such an enthusiastic position. Halfway, halfway was good, a little behind her yet that would be for the best as ramen was served boiling and required a few minutes to cool at room temperature.

Right yes three bowls, taller and less circle shaped more like an egg or something she pinched leaves off the bok choy, smoothing out the leaf into the edges of the bowl as it clung to the edges like lace or silk. Just a little not too much the bitter leaf would be perfect, whilst doing this a small amount of oil had heated up in a frying pan. Dumplings to the side and chopsticks to flick them with the oil heated and the bowls prepped with the well toed leaves of bok choy Miko placed a copious amount of dumplings into the flying pan. A burst of heat and scent threw up in their faces, it wouldn't take long for the octopus, fish and lemon dumplings to carefully start cooking.

Essential, dumplings formed quite a perfect finish to any serve of ramen, With the smooth liquid broth and each fruit, vegetable, meat or other ingredient that had been added had reached been chosen with extreme care, their texture and taste all working in cohesion to bring out the best in each other. Highlighting other ingredients flavours and textures whilst covering for the faults of others she had been rather surprised at the amount of ingredients available and the broad spectrum of rainbow like delicacies to choose from. Whilst the broth was a stable much needed foundation the dumplings were the pretties, stability was needed, a tower could not reach the sky, yet with a proper foundation it could scrape the walls of the sky forcing space apart with its sheer splendidness. With all of it together, the bok choy leaves, the noodles in the broth topped with a few dumplings. It was an orchestral masterpiece, a symphony of perfection.

With everything working in coordination it worked perfectly. The dumplings flipped smoothly, crisp on the outside yet not tough the juices captive inside they would seduce anyone who tasted them. The bowls ready her fingers flicked the flame off, the shining golden hue emanating a warmth rarely felt. A ladle in her had her hair still stuck back in a braid miko glanced over scouring her eyes over the shapely figure who moved around the kitchen as if she were a ballerina, all dressed up for the big night makeup perfect yet the curtain draws and the crowd is scare, so much build up for a half hearted performance, dancing as if her life depended on it yet there lay a hollow emotion inside, a shell barely moving as strings from above guided her through the steps.
Sloshing it swirled around and the broth had been evenly divided between the bowls set aside. Noodles and broth inside a bowl lined with bok choy leaves it took only half a moment for her to drop a few dumplings i each, they bobbed for a moment. Dipping below the surface as their weight dragged them below then the air within brought them back up. Rifling through the draw, it was quite simple what they needed, three sets of chopsticks and three deepset ramen spoons. Eyes flickering constantly between each shining object in storage her mind spoke out "I'm almost ready to serve, yourself?" Whilst cooking she had slipped into her chef's mode that had been carefully sculpted by her mother. Straight to the point and without wasting time, a cougar on the prowl for fresh meat.

Perfect! A little set of chopsticks, a bone white base that had tiny etched characters and symbols into the ends. No doubt mentioning good wishes and a good future. A predicament felt over her for a moment, she lacked the experience as a waitress to carry multiple bowls along with cutlery to the table outside when Marionette rose to the occasion offering herself up. Gathering two bowls herself the braid swung slightly as she motioned with a move on her face towards the last bowl and the pile of cutlery which remained on the bench before departing for the table. With it carefully placed into the palace of each person she had helped Akira spread the cutlery out before seating herself down as well. With the three of them happily seated Miko motioned to the food "Here we have seafood ramen with dumpling in a bok choy lined bowl. Also as requested there is a delightful dessert of chocolates. Let's dig in!" Face relaxed as her mind closed slightly, the scents rising from the bowl enveloping her in a brush of soothing ocean warmth. The comforts of a familiar wave crashing against the sand the turmoil which happened underneath despite the chilled exterior.

Slurped up the juices seeping into her very mind, each flavour taking over a memory ad bringing it thought everything seemed so perfect that it just would around her prodding at every sensitive memory and thought that she held dear.She had been eating without rest, hailing the ramen at an ungodly speed due to hoe everything tasted, by far the ingredients provided had been high quality! Peering at the others her brows raised in a silent question, did it hit their standards? Would this be something considered okay or perhaps they had better tastes. Equipped with a spoon now a few mussels were scooped up and deposited into her orifice of heaven.

Perhaps she was eating a little fast, some people said that it was best to slurp whilst others preferred silent eating, everything in the world was preference and there was very limited things that were just factual. A breath filled her lungs up, they inflated for just a moment, her hand getting a moment break as well before it got back to the marathon like race the activity she was doing demanded of her hand. Another mouthful of delight was shoved into her rather petite looking mouth, the palace of taste was full of wondrous singers and dancers. With each flavour serenading her from within with their alluring textures and flavours enhanced by the ramen and broth. She felt as if the world would crumble around her from the pressure. It tasted perfect, not as good as her mothers of course, yet she could hardly understand the sure splendidness of her own creations. She had made this! Satisfied a smile spread across her face as she slumped in her chair. the bowl had been drained of all liquid and food, all of it contained within her now as not a drop had been splashed.

She had to let her stomach settle, lest it would explode from all the splendid things inside. It seemed like the other two had similar ideas as well so for a few minutes the young woman was content to sit back, eyes closed face raised to the ceiling and seated in a rather casual way. "Ah that was very nice indeed but, I'm craving something sweet. Onto dessert?" Until it got boring, everything had settled and there sat a rather intriguing dessert in front of them.

Oh indeed dessert sounded splendid, and it was her own suggestion as well, yet those chocolates, such creations must have been so hard! Appearance wise each one looked splendid, each decorated to show such emotion they spoke out to her on such a soul moving way their messages resounded deep within her. She will still rolling on from the pure pleasure derived from consuming the ramen, how it had tasted to perfect the texture seemed almost godly to her. Her back shivered and had arched whilst eating it, around her neck and chest the heat still flared up, constructed and warmed greatly after eating that the idea of touching smooth chocolate to her lips, melting chocolate, oh this evening was almost perfect. If only Zaida had been here to sit with.

The creator of the chocolates seemed happy to pleasure herself with them, half concealed Miko spent a moment watching the other with fascination as the Marionette slid the chocolate into her mouth, would it taste sweet?
Plucking up one of her own she snapped the treat in half, a cherry placed on top popped in half, breaking down the middle both halves slid into her mouth. The texture increased so much more if one broke it in half. Pure euphoria flooded her blissful mind, the ramen had transported her to the second layer of hell. Encased with rapture as the sweet tastes of chocolate rushed to her mind Miko's mind could hardly contain her desire for another chocolate yet that would ruin the first.