First Step [Fairly Oddparents Fanfiction]

Start Of Something

It all started in his own castle. Literally. Who knew a baby could passed through his guards and traps?! Let alone ending up in his office, but that's exactly how Anti-Cosmo experienced it. He was in a middle of planning his mastermind plan to gain back the former respect of fairy world to his beings from thousands of years ago when a small giggle was heard by his very ears. He first chose to ignore it and focuses more on his plotting until the table covers started slipping. Out of panic, he immediately gathered all the papers and ink bottle in his arms to prevent a mess before that giggle began echoing in his chambers again.

"What in the bloody name of cosmo is all of this racket?!" He complained with his usual British accent as he put his things from aside and decided to find out his little culprit. He/She was still moving around the soft dark fabric before Anti-Cosmo uncovered the mastermind behind all possible mess. His mouth drop, stunned at the sight of a little girl, not barely a year old, sitting on the floor and only in her diapers, nose to nose with him.

Her eyes are as bright as amethyst gems. And her hair are as soft and black as midnight. Anti-Cosmo almost felt disgusted at the sight despite the creature being adorable. He hated kids. But what caught his eyes the most as that the baby has no wings or even a wand. Having no choice, but to lift her up from the cold and observe her further, the kid laughed and instantly got the hold of his face that slip off his monocle before he could even get the chance to complain.

"Da!" She exclaimed as she tries to eat his nose, but was immediately put down on the table as Anti-Cosmo grabbed a few napkins to wipe her saliva off of his face. "You disgusting little nutter. How did you, of all people in this universe, manage to get in here?!" He screamed in anger, pointing his wand as a threat. The baby girl just blinked twice in silence for a moment before laughing and clapping her hands at him.

"I am not playing games with you, twat. You humans are not supposed to be here..." Feeling the need the find answers, he flew up to his bookshelves and started looking. This kid is gonna be a burden to him if he tries to take over the world with the little flee, stuck on his leg. However, while he was busy, he took a quick glance at the kid for a moment before his eyes almost popped out when he saw the kid crawling straight to his open window and fell.

He dropped the books he's holding and quickly dive outside to get her when panic rises from his chest. He manage to sigh in relief when his hands manage to catch the baby from her doom before flying back to the tower.

By the time midnight strikes, he found himself soak from the rain from his office chair while he glared at the baby girl he just trapped in a burrito blanket, all dried up on his desk. She was playing with her hands while doing some baby talks to herself, completely acting like nothing happened while ago. He almost had the urge to call his wife, but he knew that it would only interrupt his peaceful night alone. Little by little, he is getting annoyed at the noise before slamming his fist at the table, startling the baby.

"Would you shut your racket?! I am trying to think of a way to send you back to those blasted fairies and take responsibility for once with their godchildren!" He scolded before she started to cry from the loud noise. For once, Anti-Cosmo is glad that the child was not a celestial creature like them or else his office would've turn out like a circus. "You've got to be bloody kidding..." he cursed at himself while holding the bridge of his nose before lifting the girl and slowly cradle her in his arms while looking in complete disbelief on himself in the mirror.

He is Anti-Cosmo Anti-Julius Anti-Cosma for pete's sake. The supreme and most terrified leader in Anti-Fairy World! He should be out there destroying his counterpart's home and reign over his little unicorn land, with power and darkness, not cradling a nut lassie in his arms and popping out milk bottles for her hunger. Her cries soon died down at the sweetness of her warm milk and lean herself over the anti-fairy's chest, trying to get the hold of his nose again as she started raising her hands for grabby.