A.N. I've had this done for a while now. I actually have two and a half of the four (possibly five) chapters of it done. I figured I'd post the first chapter. As some of you know, my other work, Rebellious, is still not completed. It will be though. Eventually. When I get around to it. I haven't had motivation to write Zatch Bell related work for a long time, so chapter two of this may take a while seeing as that is the one that isn't even started yet.

The car drove away, leaving the pair of young Mamodo children all alone. It probably wasn't the best idea to do that, but Kiyo thought it'd be better than having Zatch and Tia come along on his first real date with Megumi. Whenever Zatch was in the picture, things had a tendency to go wrong—horribly wrong. Like at school, for example. He just wanted it to be perfect, and if Zatch was there, it'd be far from that. Though he would have felt much better if his mother was home to watch the pair, but unfortunately that was not the case. She too had plans for the day, and so Zatch would be stuck at Kiyo's house with Tia. Stuck at Kiyo's house with Tia. No, something about that just didn't feel right. What would become of his house...?

The blonde-haired Mamodo turned with glee to his friend, a young girl Mamodo who had long red hair and matching ruby eyes. "So, what do you want to do?" He asked curiously. It was still early in the day, around ten o'clock in the morning.

Tia placed a finger on her chin and closed her eyes as she began to think, but was interrupted by a rather loud growling-rumbling sound. Her eyes shot open and she saw the source of the awkward noise in front of her. Zatch was holding his stomach.

"Ah, that's right; I haven't eaten yet. I'm hungry..." Zatch stated.

Tia smiled at his comment, "Then we'll make breakfast!" She exclaimed excitedly. She ran into the house and straight into the kitchen. Zatch immediately followed her without protest. It sounded like a good idea to him. Tia was an amazing cook, and he knew he'd get the best breakfast if he let her make it.

Zatch entered the kitchen to see the young girl Mamodo struggling to reach a pan that was in the cupboard near the ceiling. She just couldn't reach it, which wasn't much of a surprise. He watched for a moment before he drew closer to her.

Tia groaned at her plight, "It's too high—wah!"

Before she was able to finish her complaint, she was suddenly lifted into the air. She peered down to see that Zatch had lifted her unto his shoulders. She blinked in dismay for a moment, but then returned her attention to the pan that she then snatched. She smiled triumphantly at her accomplishment.

"Okay, got it! You can put me down now." She stated. She waited a moment, but wasn't let down, and instead heard a sinister snickering coming from below. "Zatch?" She called out curiously.

A sudden burst of speed from her carrier sent her whooshing throughout the house as she held on for dear life.

"Stop! Stop it, Zatch!" She pleaded with a yelp.

"Hang on, Tia!" The boy Mamodo replied while laughing joyously. And that's exactly what she did. She ditched the pan and clung closer to the Mamodo, unknowingly covering his eyes as she wrapped her arms around his head and she snapped her own eyes shut. Everything was now black for both of them.

"Waaah!" Zatch cried in distress, "I can't see where I'm going!"

"Then stop you idiot!" Tia replied angrily.

But it was too late. It happened rather suddenly, the 'wham!' Zatch had collided with a wall which caused both him and Tia to tumble backwards in a sprawled mess. She recovered much faster than Zatch, and stood with her fist clenched, her body trembling with frustration.

"Zaaatch!" She called out to the still-dizzy boy Mamodo who was now sitting up and rubbing his forehead.

"Owie, that hurt." He stated dumbfounded, "But it was fun!" He finished cheerfully.

Tia's anger and frustration seemed to instantly vanish.

Fun?

She peered down at her feet. Now that she thought about it, it was rather fun; but she couldn't let him know that.

"Hmph!" With that, she stomped back to the kitchen, picking up the pan that she dropped a while back.

Zatch stood up and began to follow, but noticed a broken picture on the floor. He became nervous, thinking of what Kiyo might do to him if he found out that he broke something. The Mamodo hastily picked up the painting and slid it under a nearby couch.

No one will notice! Aha!

Zatch entered the kitchen once more to find Tia scanning through ingredients: butter, baking powder, milk, sugar, and eggs, all of which was neatly lined up on the table. There was also a large bowl and spatula behind the wall of ingredients, and in the Mamodo's hand was a measuring cup, which she placed in front of her on the table as well. Zatch drew closer to her, and loomed over her shoulder as she began to precisely measure sugar in the measuring cup. A perplexed look found its way onto his face.

"This doesn't look like yellowtail." He said, pointing out the extreme obvious, "What are you making?"

She poured the sugar into the large bowl and then began to measure baking powder into the cup.

"Of course it's not yellowtail. You mean to tell me you eat that stuff for breakfast?" She asked in disgust. There was no verbal reply, but out of the corner of her eye she could see that Zatch nodded. The thought of Zatch's strange eating habit sent shivers down her spine. She shook it off though. "I'm making pancakes." She said, finally replying to his question as she poured the baking powder into the bowl.

Zatch's eyes filled with awe, "Aha! Yummy!" He shouted excitedly. Tia couldn't help but smile at his overjoyed remark.

She reached for her next ingredient, flour, but soon noticed it wasn't there.

"Oh, I forgot the flour." She said disappointedly with a small frown. She spun around and almost walked right into Zatch who still stood behind her. He quickly moved out of the way, and watched as the red-haired Mamodo girl went into the pantry to search for flour. She found it rather fast, and held it out with a smile for him to see. She began to walk back, but haphazardly tripped as she did, causing her to lose hold of the bag of flour. It fell and erupted into a pile of white powder that she soon landed in face-first.

Zatch just stood there and blinked, trying his hardest to hold back his laughter. Tia pushed herself up with her arms and looked right at Zatch with an innocent expression. He didn't explode into laughter like he normally would. Something about the way she looked just wouldn't let him. He stared at her, lost in a sort of trance. Her whole face was covered in flour which made her skin a pale white; part of her hair was also whitened due to the flour, making it seem like she had white streaks; and part of her dress was also colored white from the whole mess. All this and that innocent expression made her...

Cute.

Zatch startled himself with that thought—he even jumped a little.

"Ugh, Zatch!" Tia's sudden change of attitude caught the boy Mamodo's attention and snapped him back into reality. "Get me a towel or something!" She demanded in a frustrated tone.

He did as he was told. He grabbed the hand towel by the sink, "Here you go." He said quietly as he handed it to her. She snatched it from his hands and wiped off her face with it, trying to get as much of the flour off as possible. After a quick clean-up, she returned and retrieved the half-empty bag of flour that had a gaping hole in it. She gave out a sigh as she glanced at the large mess on the floor that had her silhouette in it. She returned to the bowl and dumped the remaining flour from the bag into it.

From there on out there was an awkward silence between the two. Zatch simply watched as Tia mixed all of the ingredients into the bowl. He was easily amused at how all that turned into a gooey substance. Tia cooked a mountain of pancakes, but made another large mess in the process. After it was all done, the two Mamodo children sat down to eat.

Tia poured syrup all over her small stack of pancakes, and then passed it to Zatch who was sitting next to her. He did the same, poured syrup over his monstrous stack of pancakes. He stuck his fork into a single pancake, and the shoved the entire thing into this mouth. It didn't even seem like he chewed. He just swallowed. Tia watched with her eyes wide in disbelief; his eating habits were really freaking her out.

"So, what do you want to do?" She asked as she took a small bite.

The violent eating noises coming from the Mamodo next to her stopped. "Hmm..." He hummed as he thought, "I know! We could play with Vulcan!" He exclaimed excitedly. The noises started again.

Tia frowned, "Aw. But I left Vulcana at home." She said disappointedly.

A loud swallow could be heard from the Mamodo boy before he replied, "Oh." There was a short pause that was followed by a gasp from him, "That's right! It's Saturday!" He shouted.

"So?" Tia replied as she took another bite.

"Praying-Mantis Joe is on this morning!" He shouted as he ran from the table and into the living room. "Hurry and finish up. It's about to start!" He yelled back to her.

Tia sighed. That show was so boring to her. She returned her attention to her barely-touched stack of pancakes. She began to take another bite when she noticed Zatch's plate which was completely clean. No trace of pancake or syrup remained. It caused her to dramatically drop her fork as her left eye twitched.

How does he eat like that...?

A.N. These chapters aren't very long, and this whole story is meant to be a short read. It'll be surprising if the whole story breaks the six-thousand word mark. Hope you enjoyed!