Authors Notes: Ok! Here I go again with another story ;; Five stories up at once may be a little complicated, but I think I can manage. Anyway, I've been DYING to write this story because I just find it as such a cool idea Anyway, I hope you enjoy my latest, and (hopefully) one of the greatest stories I have written so far!

Chapter one – Stubborn

"I never want to see this kid, or your house, ever again!!"

"B-But Miss! Please! He didn't mean to, honest!"

"Goodbye!"

Once again, Kenshin Himura had lost another babysitter. The slamming to his front door, along with a portrait on the side of the wall next to it coming off it's post and falling to the ground with a crash for the seventh time was an indication that he needed to just face the facts.

His son was a trouble maker.

He sighed as he ran a hand through his flaming hair exasperatedly. He turned to his son with a dropping of his shoulders.

"Well…? Care to explain?"

The boy folded his arms and snorted, looking off to the side.

"No, not really."

Kenshin sighed once again. He shook his head, rubbing his temples with his right hand, while his left hung by his side. He was already having just as much trouble with his stressful jobs.

"Kenji, I can't take much more of this. This is the eighth sitter this month who walked out on us."

"More like stomped out on us." Kenji muttered.

Kenshin sighed angrily and leaned against the wall for support.

"Kenji, you're not making this any easier!"

Kenji only glared at his father, curling his face into a scowl.

"Well neither are you! You're always gone working! You're never home anymore, and you always hire these stupid baby sitters! I would think you would have caught on that I'm sick of those sitters so I get rid of them!"

Kenshin dropped his head.

"Kenji, I know that I'm not home as much as I should be. And I know that I'm not a good father. But we don't have the feminine touch that we need around this place, and I'm no female." He walked over and placed his hands on the boys shoulders.

Kenji's scowl slowly melted away into a saddened expression.

"I know, dad."

Kenshin sighed and looked around the torn up living room.

"Now what exactly could you have done to cause all of this?!" Kenshin's amethyst eyes were wide with surprise.

Kenji 'hmph'ed and turned away, his brown hair whipping to the side.

"How do you know it was me? It could have been the sitter, you know."

Kenshin only glared at the boy.

"Kenji, don't play fresh with me. I want to know the story."

Kenji pouted and sat down and snorted again.

"Fine."

Kenshin smiled and sat down in front of him.

"Now that's more like it."

Kenji explained everything to his father. On how he wouldn't go to bed when she said and how she got mad and he egged her on and everything else.

Kenshin lowered his head, his jaw length hair covering his face.

"Kenji, this is beginning to really get out of hand. I don't know how many sitters that I've hired and they've quit the first night on the job. I can't afford to do this much more. You're twelve years old now, and you should be able to stay home alone and me be able to trust you."

Kenji glared and pointed a finger at him.

"You've never given me a chance to stay here alone! You've always had me watched like a hawk by those bunch of loonies!"

His father shook his head, able to fight back.

"I remember one night I let you have the house to yourself. And when I got back, there was a mob in the living room, soda's all over the carpet, and blasting music."

Kenji sulked back.

"Oh, yeah…"

Kenshin shook his head and sighed.

"Kenji, you shouldn't be throwing house parties for one, you're too young, and two, this isn't only your house, three, it's just not right."

Kenji nodded his head repeatedly.

"Yes, I know, I know! You've told me that so many times, dad."

"Yes, but you still don't seem to get it, Kenji."

Kenji glared off to the side again and crossed his arms, his indigo eyes boring into nothing, muttering under his breath.

"What was that?" Kenshin asked threateningly.

Kenji turned back and gave a bright, yet fake smile.

"Nothing, father!"

"Kenji, if you don't tell me now, you're grounded!"

Kenji's jaw dropped as he glared at his father.

"Dad, that's not fair!"

His father only shook his head and crossed his arms.

"It is indeed fair, and if you don't tell me what you said, I will ground you!"

"Dad, I didn't say anything!"

"You're grounded, mister." Kenshin's stern voice caused Kenji to go quiet.

Kenji's eyes started to well with tears as he gave off a snarl and hissed the words that made Kenshin's throat go dry.

"I hate you." Kenji then bolted over to the staircase and ran upstairs, slamming the door to his room closed.

"Kenji, wait!" Kenshin ran up the stairs after him. He walked over to the door and turned the knob, but the door was locked. He knocked on the door.

"Kenji…?"

He heard sniffling from the inside of the room and a mournful 'go away. Just leave me alone.' That was muffled.

Kenshin sighed and turned around, leaning his back up against the door.

"Kenji, I….I'm really sorry…"

There was silence from within the room. Kenshin lowered his head.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Kenshin was sent off balance, falling backwards.

"Gah!"

Once Kenshin landed roughly on his back, he looked up to see Kenji looking down at him, the doorknob in his hands.

Kenji stared down at his father, as if studying him; testing if he were really sorry.

Kenshin quickly got off of the floor and dusted himself off before kneeling down and taking hold of his sons hands.

"Kenji, I never meant to hurt you. If there's anything I can do-"

"No more baby sitters."

Kenshin looked at his son questionably.

"What do you mean?"

Kenji crossed his arms and glared at his dad.

"You know exactly what I mean. If you stop this baby sitter crap, then I'll forgive you."

Kenshin almost wanted to gape at his son. He was going to forgive him? Shouldn't it be the other way around? He just blew it off and nodded his head.

"Alright…but Kenji, I can't have you all by yourself here, un supervised. You know that."

Kenji nodded.

"Yes, I know…"

Kenshin then stood up.

"I think I have an idea. But first, you have to give it a chance before immediately blowing it off. Do we have a deal?"

Kenji hesitated.

"Well…alright. Deal."

Kenshin smiled and then placed a hand on his son's shoulder and looked at him in the eyes.

"Kenji…you know I love you very much. And I'd never want to hurt you. It's just…this has to stop."

Kenji frowned and nodded. He walked into an embrace from his father. Kenshin smiled. The heart stopping comment that his son had sputtered before dashing upstairs was horrifying for him, yet Kenji just forgave and forgot.

Although his son was a trouble maker, his heart couldn't be more golden.

-The next Morning-

"Kenji…Kenji, wake up."

Kenshin nudged his son gently, coaxing him out of a sleep. Kenji only muttered something sleepily before yanking the covers higher up over his head.

"C'mon, squirt, you gotta get out of bed!"

Kenji groaned, irritated, and poked a hand out to shoo his dad away. Kenshin sighed and grabbed a hold of his covers and pulled them off.

"Kenji, get up!"

Kenji only responded by burying his head deeper into his pillow. Kenshin glared and then grabbed a hold of his feet.

"That's it, I've had it."

He started to tug Kenji out of the bed when Kenji grasped the mantle of the bed. Kenshin tugged and tugged while Kenji's grasp only tightened.

"Get. Up!" Kenshin hissed through clenched teeth.

"Nooo!"

Kenshin finally gave up at the stubbornness of his son and let go of his ankles.

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to call another babysitter to take care of you while I go."

With that, Kenji jolted up out of bed and ran downstairs, yelling back up to his father.

"Never! I'll never let you call them!"

Kenshin chuckled as he made his way down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen to see Kenji desperately pulling at the cord that kept the phone line connected.

"Kenji, calm down. I was only joking."

Kenji only glared at him and stomped over to his father.

"Yeah?! Then what am I going to do if I can't stay home alone and you're out, and no babysitters?!"

Kenshin laughed and ruffled the bangs of his sons hair, messing the already frazzled brown heap that was carelessly thrown into a pony tail even worse.

"You'll see."

Kenji swatted his fathers hand away and tried to fix the damage his dad had done by brushing his hands along his hair.

"You go wash up and change out of those pj's."

"Yeah, yeah." Kenji sauntered down the hallway into the bathroom and shut the door.

Kenshin sighed and then sat down at the kitchen table. He then grabbed the morning paper that was slapped down the table that morning and browsed through it.

He got a small glance at an add about special child care, but couldn't read it in detail because Kenji emerged from the bathroom.

His hair was much neater and tidied up, and his clothes much more fitting then the ridiculously large pajama boxers and shirt he had on previously.

"Ah. That's good. Now, would you like to come with me?"

Kenji thought for a moment.

"What's the catch?"

Kenshin chuckled again and shook his head.

"There's no catch. Just come with me and you'll see."

Kenji eventually nodded and smiled, walking out the front door into the humid summer heat. Kenshin smiled as well and grabbed his car keys. He stopped before he opened the door.

He glanced at the newspaper and then walked over to one of the counters. He pulled out a drawer and grabbed a piece of sticky note paper and a pen, and walked back over to the table.

He found the add again and wrote down the name of the care taker, and the given number quickly. He then stuffed the paper into his pocket and grabbed his cell phone that was also on the counter and stuck that in his pocket as well.

Kenji waited patiently in the car for his dad to come out. He glanced up at hearing a door being closed and saw his dad coming over.

Kenshin smiled and opened the car door, climbing in. He owned a black Lexus that he was finally able to afford just last year. He looked over to his son.

"You ready?"

Kenji nodded.

Kenshin plotted the keys into the ignition and started up the car. As he backed out of the driveway, his thoughts went back to the care taker's name.

The name sounded so familiar.

"Kamiya…"

Kenji glanced over to his dad from the window with a questioning look.

"What, dad?"

Kenshin jerked out of his thoughts and looked at his son and smiled, shaking his head.

"Nothing. I'm just thinking aloud is all."

Kenji nodded only once before returning his gaze over to the window, watching the moving scenery before him.

"So. Would you like to go get some ice-cream?"

Kenji whipped his head back to his father and gave a bright smile.

"Would I ever!"

Kenshin chuckled and nodded.

"Ice-cream it is."

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Lenny-Chan: Well? What do you think? I'm really psyched to be writing this story! I'm just getting this pulse of excitement writing it ; Please review!