Always The Baby Cousin

Worst Enemy

"Stop wauphing!!" Kouichi finally demanded glaring at Masa, however he only laughed harder, "Oh geez, oh geez, he can't even pronounce his words correctly!" he said between gasps. Kouichi growled and pressed his chubby little face into Kyoya's shoulder.
"It not punny.... you couldn't do it at one tine too," "Awww is someone getting pouty? Poor baby, maybe he needs his nappy-wappy and a bottle?" Masa mocked, finally Kyoya spoke up, "He already had his nap and he doesn't need bottles, just sippy cups, he didn't shrink that little," "Don't help me, pease, Kyooyaa.... I can flight my owned battles," Kouichi said, his face growing even redder, "Well clearly not, you're just letting him pick on you," "Oh little Kyoya, be nice to the wittle baby, don't want him to cry."
Kouichi growled going to pounce on his other cousin but was stopped by Kyoya hugging him tighter, "I am not a buby!!!!" Kouichi yelled his face running a darker red to embarrassment and anger. "Calm yourself, baby cousin, I don't need you getting hurt," "I'm not gonta get huwt, M-Masa's gonta get huwt!" "Ooooh big talk for a little guy that doesn't even reach anyone's waist, I bet the whole school would love to know about the baby Ootori," Kouichi growled, all the anger inside him started transforming into sadness and frustration resulting in loud sobs leaving the boy's throat and lips. "Oh see what you did now, Masa," Kyoya scolded as he bounced the raven haired, wailing child attempting to calm him down. Masa rolled his eyes, "Psh it isn't my fault he's acting like a little brat," "Well he is a "little brat" for the time being, and you are the reason he's crying," "I'm not the one babying him, no wonder he's acting like that," "I am not babying him, I'm comforting him, they are two different things."
Masa sighed, "Just hand the little crybaby here, I'll get him to stop crying real quick," Kyoya hesitantly handed the still sobbing child over to him. Masa held Kouichi up so they were on the same eye level, "Hey squirt, you best stop crying or so help me....... I'll... I'll tell everyone about you being stuck as a four year old, and I'll make extra certain your enemies hear of this," he warned. Still producing little hiccups and whimpers and whines he managed to hush his cries almost completely, "P-pease don't teww them, Masa," he pleaded in a whimper rubbing his face against his other cousin's shoulder. Masa snorted at the boy, "We'll see, that was an awful big fit over something so little."
Kouichi whimpered and almost started crying again, "Ah, don't even, unless you want everyone else to know," Kouichi knew e was going to break no matter the threat, it was all the childish feelings inside and so he simply gave in and wailed for Tamaki while at it, "T-Tama... T-t-tama!!!!" he yelled as his face became the brightest shade of red possible. Tamaki ran over and took the sobbing child from his older, meaner cousin.
"Shh there, there little Kouichi. There's nothing to fear," Masa glared at the child as he calmed at the baby coddling, he slipped his phone out and texted a number with a contact named "Baby Cousin's enemy #1".
The message was simple, 'Hey Akihiro,' 'Can I help you, Ootori?' 'Help? No. But I have some info you might find very interesting.' 'And what would that information be?' 'Our sweet little Kouichi is in perhaps the most vulnerable position since he was in diapers.' 'I'm listening....' 'He's been shrunk down into a four year old.' 'This is a joke, right?' 'Not at all, if you don't believe me come to music room 3 and look for yourself.'
He put his phone away just watching the younger males now.
Kouichi giggled happily as Tamaki nuzzled his forehead against Kouichi's gently, "Who's a cute boy, huh? Who is it?" "It me!! It me! I'm a coote bowy!" "That's right, who's a smart boy?" "Me nagain! I'm a smawt bowy!" "Correct again, my little host!"
Kyoya chuckled, "You must be very good with kids, Tamaki, I haven't heard him this happy since his 7th birthday," Tamaki smiled softly letting Kouichi become distracted by playing with his tie.
"Oh yeah? Huh, guess I am then, it helps that he's utterly adorable, Kyoya," he said walking over to his best friend and passing the little one over to him. Kouichi squealed happily, "Kyoya!!!!" he screamed joyfully then hugged his cousin tightly, "My Fuwui Itoko!" "My baby cousin," Kyoya replied smoothing the boy's messy hair down. Everyone turned their attention and heads towards the door as it opened. "Akihiro! Haven't seen you here in a while, how are you?" Tamaki asked joyfully. Akihiro groaned rolling his eyes, "Fine, Mr. Suoh, now I'm here to see the little one of the host club," he said hinting. Kouichi whimpered cuddling closer to his cousin.
It was just enough movement to catch the male's attention. He rushed over inspecting the child that was being cradled, he smirked in delight, "My Kouichi, is that you?" the small boy whimpered again, answering with his squeaky voice, "N-no," the brunette haired male grinned wider, "Oh yes it is, you were trying to hide from me by staying close to your big cousin, but you're the only one that's that clingy," Kouichi looked down and tried pushing his cousin away, "I-I'm not cingy, th-they just wown't let me walk by mself," "Sure, cute excuse," "I-it's twue!" "Yeah right, admit it, you just love having them carry you around and take care of you so you don't have to do anything for yourself, treating you just like a helpless little baby," he smirked as Kouichi went to pounce on him but Kyoya held him closer not allowing it, "That's mot the case at all, Akihiro, Kouichi has been rather resentful to this whole thing, I just don't want to deal with him crying because he got hurt. If he did it when he was 15 I can barely imagine how he'd handle it in this state," Kyoya explained as Kouichi stuck his tongue out.
"Towd you!!" it however didn't faze the brunette, "All you proved is that you can't take care of yourself and all you are is just an ittle, wittle baby," he grinned as he saw the last of Kouichi's pride shatter, the boy sniffled and started crying unable to do anything else.