Triple Trouble {KuroKen}

Chapter 4

Kenma's POV:

This house was huge. And nice – almost too nice. I felt out of place the moment I got out of the car, and, lo and behold, I was now working for the CEO of Obsidian Games.

Whack shit.

The babies were calm enough. I figured they were the result of a one-night-stand he didn't know about until roughly the earliest hours of the morning; it really wasn't that hard to guess. I relaxed the moment he left the room; the guy was intimidating as hell. He was too tall and handsome. Definitely not my type, though.

As I looked around the regular guest bedroom, I propped a hand on my hip. They needed to get baby stuff in here, how long did they think they could last in this bed? Not long, I tell you that. I draped the blanket over the three of them, stuffing pillows on the sides so they couldn't fall.

I was crazy for accepting this job; what was I thinking? I could be at home right now, playing games.

A soft shuffling to the right drew my attention, and I noticed the scared-looking security guard shifting from one foot to the other, nervously looking about the room. "Are you here to make sure I don't kidnap them?" I stared at him, bored, and he jumped, wide eyes meeting mine.

He shook his head vehemently, a cold sweat breaking out along his brow. "N-No! Not at all! I'm just... I'm supposed to get a list of what they need." He scratched the nape of his neck. I nodded, staring at him. He looked back, still nervous, and I sighed.

"Do you have a pen and a piece of paper?" I questioned, finally, and he jumped, shuffling to reach into one of his pockets, pulling out a pad of paper and a regular black pen. I put the pen to paper and began to scribble. The first thing these kids needed were their own cradles.

~#~#~#~#~#~

"Alright, so," Kuroo said, sliding he contract towards me with a pen. The babies were in their basket again in the corner of the room, and, so far, they weren't making much of a fuss. "The contract is fairly simple. You get paid weekly with the daily sum already stated, and I'm not asking for you to dote on them twenty-four/seven; just make sure they have what they need and that they're safe and happy. If you wanna watch TV or play games o-or read a book, I don't know, when they're sleeping or something, you can. Again, as long as they're still being looked after, you know."

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he stared down at the paper. "And when I get home from work, I'd like to... learn to take care of them myself, too." I raised my brows at him but shrugged; he really wasn't as intimidating as he looked on TV. How shocking.

Or maybe it was just the fact that he'd just discovered he had three babies to look after that his usual persona was put off. That's probably what it was.

"And I'll have to ask you to sign a non-disclosure agreement, just to make sure no sensitive information about what goes on in this house makes it out to the press, that sort of thing." I shrugged; it made sense. He was a big public figure running one of the biggest companies in Japan – hell, he was running one of the biggest companies in the world.

My pen-pal from America played their games all the time.

I read through the contract lazily, not even bothering to read the fine print. If it said they were allowed to kidnap me and store me in their basement, at least I wouldn't have to go to work again. I signed both forms and handed them back to him.

He looked a lot better than he had earlier; at least, now, he didn't look like he'd been run over by a train.

A sudden thought struck me as my eyes gravitated back towards the babies. "Do I have to cook?" I questioned quietly, remembering how I'd lived off of instant-ramen and cereal for the past... several months. He'd been the one who used to cook; I was bad at it. Or just too lazy to follow the instructions properly.

I met his eyes for a moment before quickly averting them to the side. He chuckled heartily as if he understood the meaning behind the question. "No, I usually cook, I enjoy it. So you don't have to worry about that. And if I'm ever stuck at work late, you can... order take out, or something, just ask one of the security crew and they'll handle it for you."

I nodded, my eyes flickering back over towards the babies. I really didn't want to be in this meeting anyway. I really didn't like talking to people; it was tiring. Babies didn't talk. Thankfully.

"Alright, that should be it." He scratched the nape of his neck again as we both stood from the kitchen table. I tripped over something, landing right on my ass. A loud meow pierced the air and I looked at what I tripped over. A cat. A white, fluffy cat. I stared blankly at it as Kuroo glanced down, a smile stretching over his face.

"Come here, Precious."

Now I stared blankly at him. "You named your cat Precious?"

He looked up with a quirked brow as the cat leapt up onto the table and into his arms, petting her happily. "What's wrong with that?"

"That's what a lonely, crazy cat lady would name her cat," I mumbled as I stared at the cat, slowly getting up and rubbing my backside.

He grinned, the grin I always saw in the news stories about him; it was definitely a shit-eating grin. "Who said I wasn't a lonely, crazy cat lady?" I gave him a look; this was my boss? Hell, this was gonna be difficult. I refrained from rolling my eyes, though I don't think I succeeded in blocking the strange look I shot him, because he chuckled loudly, continuing to pet his cat.

I shook my head and walked over to the babies, picking up their basket. They all stared up at me, three pairs of unwavering eyes. I smiled softly, and one of them – Asami, I think – giggled, a bright smile stretching across her face.

So she was the sunshine of the group; noted.

I turned back to Kuroo, who'd been observing me contemplatively. The smile had already faded from my face. "Where's the living room?" He snapped out of whatever trance he'd been in, placing his cat atop the kitchen table – I thought that was a bit unsanitary, who knew where that cat had been?

"Right, this way." He walked passed me and through a small doorway that connected the kitchen to the well-decorated hallway. Down the hallway and to the right was the living room; this, too, was big, though it was cozier than well-decorated.

It surprised me a little. "I'll take you on a tour of the house when they're sleeping." He jerked his chin at the basket I was lugging around. I nodded; why not? Though I was surprised he didn't just tell a security guy to do that for him.

I didn't see any butlers or maids around, either, and I'd already been here a couple of hours. Did he not have any staff? I shrugged; I didn't really care whether or not he did. I was here to work, so what did it matter?

I settled the basket on the ground, bending down and picking them up one at a time, settling them securely on the couch. "Well, there's the remote. I'm just... gonna go make dinner." And with that, he left, leaving me alone with the babies again.

This really wasn't a typical nanny job; he really didn't look like the type of guy who was a family man. I'd expected him to just want to find someone to take care of them so he didn't have to, but he wanted to learn.

How strange.

A/N: Sorry for the many updates I just realized I skipped chapter two and was naming the chapters wrong bahaha