Koenma and King Enma both belong to Yoshihiro Togashi, not M.E. Not making any money, just borrowing ^.^

Mandy glanced at the glowing red numbers as she hit the snooze alarm for the third time. 8:30?! Ohhh boy was she going to be in trouble with Fred...

Jean and Anne watched as their friend dashed into the conference room, "Sorry I'm late. I hope you started the meeting without me."

Fred looked up, "We just finished."

"Ooops."

"Bye Mandy," Anne called as she jumped onto her spatula, "Good luck on Project K."

"I'm sooo glad I'm not you," Jean commented as she left on her broom.

"Project K?" Mandy asked weakly, looking nervously at Fred.

"No way! If I wanted to be a babysitter I would, well, be a babysitter. Since when do weird world guides babysit?" Mandy glared at Fred.

"This is a favor for a friend," the goddess of weird looked at her employee.

"But why do I have to do it?!" Mandy whined.

"If you want to get better assignments, don't skip so many meetings."

"Arrrggghhhh!"

"And no weapons, this is a sitting job, not war."

"Grumble...mumble...gripe."

Fred held out a piece of paper. "Here's the address. You're supposed to be there at 7:00 PM, sharp."

"I'll get you for this Fred!"

"I'm sure you will," Fred smiled brightly as Mandy left. Whew, she thought, at least I don't have to babysit the spoiled little brat.

Mandy glanced at the paper in her hand again, yup, this was the place. She looked around. Might as well fly up to the necessary room. She zoomed upward on her spatula, and on in through a window.

"Hello? Anyone here? Babysitter!" She called out, scanning the room.

"I heard you!" A small voice piped up from behind a desk. "I don't see why Dad thought I needed a babysitter, I'm old enough to take care of myself!" The voice grumbled.

Mandy stepped forward to see a little boy where the voice was coming from. I must remember, she told herself, that first impressions are important. If I let him know that I'm not much more mature than him, I'll never be able to handle him. "Hi! My name is Mandy, what's yours?" She asked brightly.

"Koenma," the boy got down from the chair he was sitting in and walked around the desk. "I'm way older than you are," he said proudly.

Mandy had to restrain herself from clobbering her charge. "Oh. Well, that's not surprising. I'm only fourteen."

"I don't need a babysitter," Koenma went on.

"If that's true, then why am I here?"

He pouted, "Dad thinks that I'm not mature enough to take care of myself."

"Oh," she glanced at her watch. "Ummm, you don't have to be in bed till eight but I'm supposed to give you a bath before you go to sleep. Hmmm, the bath will take about a half-an-hour and it's only 7:10," she looked at Koenma. "What do you want to do for twenty minutes?"

"I dunno," Koenma shrugged.

"Well then," Mandy smiled, "if you're not going to be doing anything, I guess you can take your bath now and go straight to bed."

"No bath!" Koenma shouted, "I'm clean, I don't need a bath!"

"Oh well," Mandy tested the water in the tub with one hand while she held Koenma down with the other.

"But I don't want one," the boy screamed. "I'll scream if you put me in that water!"

"Go ahead and scream," Mandy shrugged, turning off the water. "If you scream I'll just put in some ear plugs. That way when you start to scream because the building's on fire, I won't have to hear you." There, she thought, that shut him up. "Now strip."

"Whu?"

"I said strip. Unless you want to take a bath with your clothes on," Mandy pulled the strange hat off his head.

"But, but then you'll see me nude," Koenma gasped.

"So what? I've had family life."

"I DON'T WANNA TAKE A BATH!!!!! WHAAAAAA!!!!!!"

Mandy sighed. This was the pits. Fred must be trying really hard to make her get up on time. She undressed the unruly child and dropped him in the tub, ignoring his complaints that the water was to hot. Picking up a washcloth, she began her job.

Mandy stood back and observed the scene. Koenma was clean and in the pair of pajamas that had been laid out for him. She giggled, he looked so cute in the fuzzy red sleeper.

Koenma growled.

"Okay, time for bed. Do you want a story?" Mandy asked sweetly.

"NO!" Her charge barked.

"All right then, time for beddy bye, as soon as you've brushed your teeth."

"I don't need to brush my teeth!!!"

"If you won't do it, I'll do it for you," Mandy said. She reached out for the scruff of his pajamas so that she could get a good grip on him.

"No, that's all right, I can do it all by myself," Koenma said nervously, ducking out of her grasp.

"I'm so glad to hear that."

Tucking the little brat into bed, Mandy reviewed different possibilities for revenge. Hmmm, how should she get back at Fred for sending her on this assignment...? She got up and turned out the light, softly closing the door behind her. Now for some relax time. It was only 8:00 and she had three more hours to go. What to do, what to do? Mandy walked into the bathroom. Mmmm, she thought, it would be nice to take a warm shower. She was already wet from giving Koenma his bath. Yes, a shower would hit the spot...

Standing under the stream of warm water, Mandy felt much better. In fact, she felt so good, that she was considering not torturing Fred. Then she heard the giggle.

"What was that?" She glanced around, looking out the glass shower door. Koenma was on the other side, grinning and holding her clothes and towel. "Why you little jerk! Come back here!" She turned off the water as Koenma ran out of the room. Shoot! It was one thing for her to see him naked, but quite another for him to see her. She would kill that little creep! Now if only she had some clothes... Mandy grinned.

"Hmmmmm," she hummed, wringing out her wet hair at the same time. POOF! Suddenly she was wearing orange sweats and an orange t-shirt. Her normally brown hair, was now long and orange. Grinning, she pushed open the shower door, "It's payback time."

The orange girl bounded after Koenma, getting closer with each leap. Oh boy, was he going to regret messing with Mandy, head guide for weird world, and the only carrot demon in existence.

"Come back here with my clothes you little brat!" She shouted, watching as Koenma slipped, hitting the floor.

Mandy leaped forward, pinning the little fugitive down, "You've been a very naughty little boy," she whispered. "No one crosses Mandy and gets away with it."

Koenma glanced up nervously, he had thought that this sitter would be a push-over. Apparently he had been wrong, very wrong.

"Carrot Ball!" Mandy shouted, an orange ball appearing in her hand.

The world went black for Koenma.

Mandy sat silently at the conference table, carefully building an armada of tiny paper airplanes. "So, how was project K?" Jean asked sweetly.

"Nice," Mandy nodded, not even looking up. "Fred, if King Enma needs a sitter again, tell him I'd love to."

Fred, Anne, and Jean stared at Mandy, "Ummm, Mandy, did you bump your head or something?" Anne asked nervously.

"Nope. I guess I've just gotten attached to Koenma, that's all," she shrugged.

"Well, speaking of project K," Fred spoke up. "King Enma was wondering if you would be free next week Thursday. Apparently you've had a great influence on his son."

"Fine."

Koenma cowered in his bed. Luckily, the carrot ball had finally worn off. He had had to wait for someone to come to untie the ropes that had held him in his bed of course. He shuddered, his father had informed him that Mandy would be sitting again next week. Maybe he could somehow escape before then...