Onii chan...Good morning...it's time to get up...Onii chan...I SAID WAKE THE FUCK UP.
The force of a sledgehammer, known as the sister foot, dropped down on Keiji Uchiha's stomach. The next event was inevitable.
"THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" Keiji yelled, as loud as he could, considering he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him."Well, you have to go to work in a couple hours, so I wanted to get you up early," His sister, Kira, replied. "But..I don't have work for another 9 hours. I have to be there at 4 and it's 7 in the morning. Bah, whatever. Leave so I can get dressed." Keiji grumbled, half wheezing from the swift kick he had received recently. As Kira left the room, Keiji slumped out of bed and onto his floor, grabbing the "coincidentally" placed stack of clothes. He then hobbled to the bathroom and took a long gaze at himself in the mirror. Keiji is 17 years old, tall and slender, with black hair and red eyes. His hair is somehow never completely straight, as he wants. It always seems to poof out just a tiny bit. His eyes have a warm, yet piercing stare to them, as if he's a beast with good intentions. He also has a few more abnormalities that he has to live with. This young man was born with the ears and tail of a cat, and is also a fallen angel, born from his father, Sasuke, who was bound to hell and deemed immortal by the devil. The whole family thinks this is just ridiculous, but it's a thing they have to live with now. Keiji proceeded to get dressed, and spent nearly half an hour trying to get his hair the way he wanted, but to no avail. Why am I even doing this? It's not like I'm trying to impress anyone. I already act like an American kid anyway, not like I need much more attention, he thought to himself.
In the kitchen, which is placed downstairs and immediately to the right of Keiji's room, the smell of eggs and rice wafted about. Keiji walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of rice, with nothing else. No eggs, no chopstick, nothing, and gobbled it down in a matter of seconds. "Jeez, you'd think you wouldn't eat so fast, considering your physique," said his mother, Ino. "Yeah, I know," But I don't really eat in regular proportions. I just wolf..or should I say nya...my food down whenever I feel like it." With that, he headed out the door, slipping on his chuck's on the way out. "Nyaaaaaaaa...," He yawned, stretching his limbs and tail. Suddenly, there was a crash in the distance. "What was that?" Kira yelped, stumbling outside. "Dunno, probably typical alien girls landing to grab some lucky guy and lead him on misadventures," Keiji replied, ascending into the air. Keiji, being a fallen angel, was born with the ability to fly. To him, this was paradise. Being able to just let your body whisk around freely. Other than the occasional fighter plane trying to gun him down, of course. "Where are you going all of a sudden?" Kira questioned, rather inquisitively. "Gonna go to Hayase's and play some smash or something. I dunno," Keiji rebuked, floating off.
Upon arriving at Hayase's house, (which he entered by the back door for some reason), Keiji slid the door open, sped through the hall, and jumped on the covered lump that is Hayase. "Mehhhh...I don't want any vaseline Nurse Marikawa.." Was his response. " The fuck? Wake up before your wet dream takes full effect!" Keiji said, shaking him vigorously. "Hwuh..? Oh hey Keiji..are you here for the Vaseline treatment too? Wait..I'm not asleep anymore am I?" Hayase slurred. "No, you're not. For the love of god please tell me you don't have a raging boner. underneath those covers," Keiji replied, nearly disgusted by the drool running down Hayase's mouth."Oh." Hayase said, standing up to scratch his ever so slight muffin topped stomach, "Wanna play some smash?" Hayase whipped his hair out of his face to reveal his sparkling (Not vampire) blue eyes, completely outlandish from his brother Rock's eyes, who were black.
"Damn straight. I gotta practice my Snake some more," Keiji grinned. And so the duo began the mashing of buttons.
A couple hours later, a loud bang shattered the door and caused both of the boys to jump. "GOOD MORNING BROTHER!" yelled Hayase's older Brother, Rock, scratching his coarse eyebrows. "Dammit!" Exclaimed Hayase, "That's the second one this week! Go fight some crime or something! Jeez!" Rock then left the room out of sheer disappointment from being shot down from his 16 year old brother, whilst being 32 himself. Keiji yawned, and said "Dontcha think you're being a bit hard on him? He is a big time actor and everything. Maybe he just likes staying in character." Hayase looked at Keiji, then at his door. The look of grimace and mourn washed Hayase's eyes like bleach does to clothes. "Well, I'm gonna go loiter about. See ya later man." Keiji said this as he walked out the door. After Hayase heard the door shut, he fell to his knees with a small tear escaping his eye.
Without even noticing, Keiji had only 3 minutes to get to work. Common sense is a rarity for him, however, so instead of flying, he ran. He ran as fast as he could, dodging heavy citizen traffic and into the mall area. With one last heave he dashed into the AniCafe he worked at, and planted his hand swiftly onto the sign in sheet. No...No pen... He thought, with the color slowly fading from his face. He then felt a cold, somewhat moist hand on top of his. "Here." The voice rattled Keiji's bones. It was his "friend", Athrun Zala. Athrun was the epitome of pretty boys. Shoulder length navy colored hair, no body fat, soul staring blue eyes, and a straight up douchebag attitude sometimes. He signed Keiji's name on the sheet with perfect calligraphic symbols (εΈγγγ©). "Didn't need your help," Keiji scoffed, trying to out Tsundere-guy Athrun, but to no avail. "Nice try kitty, but you'll never be as fabulous as me," Athrun replied. Keiji ignored him, and looked around the cafe. Lots of babes here. Maybe I can score, he thought.
Alas, the night came and Keiji didn't accomplish much. He did his job as well as he could, and it was time to go home. "Hey, you want a ride?" Athrun asked as he pulled up to the sidewalk Keiji was walking on. "No thanks," Keiji said, "I'm gonna enjoy tonight's weather." The moon showed brightly that night, with the stars emitting a delightful dim ray of light. The warmth of the breeze was enough to lull you to sleep if you were to stay still for too long. Athrun drove off, with the top of his convertible down, leisurely enjoying the atmosphere himself. Keiji continued his stroll, breathing in the warm air, contemplating what to do for the rest of the week other than school. Sundays are fairly calm in his little division in Odaiba. Suddenly, Keiji became aware that something was following him. He wasn't sure what, but he was sure it was starting to get closer. Keiji got this feeling every few years. As the feeling became stronger, his hands began to sweat and shake, his knees buckled, and he crumpled to the ground. Keiji had gone unconscious.