Shiko's legs went back and forth on his seat. Saizo had one elbow on the table, knuckles in his face, bored expression. How did he get himself in to this mess? Taking care of a kid. He didn't know crap about kids. What did they do for fun, anyways?  "Have a good one Mr. and Mrs. Yama!" yelled Saizo as the not so long couple waved back as they made their way to town, their little boy also at the door, with a grouchy expression. Missions like these were the worst. If he hadn't been tricked into this, he probably wouldn't have given this mission a second glance. "Personally requested, my ass." Saizo said under his breath. Damn that Nakamura. Back to the kitchen table, where the two young men were having the time of they lives, watching the paint dry. Kids liked games, right? Yea, a game would help pass the time. "Alright, we're going to play a game"  
"What kind of game?"
"We are going to pla-"
"I want to play hide and seek"  
(Like Hell we are) "We're going to pla-"
"I want to play hide and seek"
"Um…No. We are going to-"
"I want to play hide and seek"
"LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SPOILED BRAT, WE ARE NOT GONNA PLAY HIDE AND SEEK, WE'RE GOING… wait, where'd he go..."

Lost the kid already, what a useless ninja you are, can't even keep track of small kids. "Shut up, consciousness". Its bad enough he lost the boy, but the house was huge. He probably knew every nook and cranny of the mansion, while Saizo was like a rat in a maze. A handsome rat, but still a rat. Then there was also the backyard, which was just as big, if not bigger then the house. He could have went out there. If only he was a sensor ninja. Then again, that would be cheating. Where were the man servants and butlers. Saizo was certain that they would have some. Then again, why would they hire a ninja if they had butlers. Come to think about it, man servants would be cheaper then a ninja, wouldn't they be?

After what seemed like an hour of trekking around the dumb place, Saizo finally caught a glimpse of the young masters body. Yes… we are now calling him young master. When will the torture end. Shiko started running up the stairs. The little kid was fast, too fast. He slipped while going up and started falling backwards. Saizo jumped to the rescue, literally. He threw himself across the room, barely making it in time to cushion the fall of the young master with his back. Saizo toke on the entire impact with a face dive into the ground. It was very painful, so very painful. Now lets imagine the scene in slow motion. And rewind it over, and over, and over, and over. Like the little cold-blooded reptile he was, Shiko left his savior, just as snakes leave their mothers, and somehow made his way out of the room.

"Son of a-" Mrs. Yama sneezed.

Saizo slowly got up, already feeling beaten and out of it, slowly limped to the one room where he felt he could relax. The living room. It had a couch and a television and all the essentials. Even Saizo didn't own a television. They were kind of hard to come by. Not like he needed one. He plopped himself on to the couch as Shiko, who was in the room already, stared at the weary adventurer. "Whats your problem?" he said with a puzzled face, as if he didn't even remember what happened. Saizo mumbled something into the cushions. Probably not something appropriate for the kid to hear anyways as he slowly started soaking into the couch and carpet.

After relaxing with the kid, they got to know each other better. Or rather, Shiko played with Saizo's liquid remains(No, not his urine >_>). Turns out kids find liquid men interesting in a gross kind of way, who knew. Saizo still hated dealing with kids, but this one was starting to grow on him. Well, to say he hated kids would be incorrect. He just disliked being around them. If anything, he found kids great, as long as they weren't kicking his face in, or punching him in the gut. He had lines and boundaries. That was perfectly ok, right? It was the same with animals. He loved them, but they just seemed to hate him. He did enjoy taking care of animals a tad more. Hmm, kids and animals. Were kids like animals, or animals like kids? Maybe both ways?

After a long night, I mean loooooong night. The two party birds came back to they nest. One of them was obviously drinking. Leaning on the other one and still not standing even close to straight. Saizo couldn't discern which was which and at this point, he honestly didn't care. The boy, who had fallen asleep finally was already tucked in and all Saizo had been doing was waiting for them to come back. So they got inside, Saizo got out side, and they walked, er, wobbled, stumbled, somehow, went their separate ways. Just another job well done by your friendly neighborhood ninja.