There are times when I'm tired, frustrated even. And all I simply need...is a nap.

I'm stupid at times. Yeah, go blame me.

I do not own RWBY nor BlazBlue.

-IIXII-

It was an early Saturday morning, the time where people often wake themselves up from their dreams, no matter how pleasant said dreams were, just to get themselves up and ready for the day ahead. That's life for you.

But not all were like that, obviously.

Some people would start their day with a morning exercise, jogging for example. But of course, there were also people who viewed the sun as a nuisance, as they would go so far as to hide themselves under the covers just to shield their eyes away from the annoying light.

Like this young asshole for example.

"Go away…darn sunlight," the boy muttered as he buried his face deeper into his pillow. "Just…a few more days…"

CPL, was his name. An asshole indeed.

The alarm clock beside the young boy's bed began to beep loudly, and he simply silenced the darn thing by slamming it with his fist.

"I'm up…" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he got out of bed, but not before grabbing the white surgical mask that was on his desk. It was a simple white mask, which had his name written in the center of it. The boy proceeded to limp his way towards the door as he ran a hand through his black hair, knocking his head on said door by accident, before finally opening it.

CPL yawned as he made his way down the stairs, but then jumped in alarm when the sound of a plate being shattered could be heard from his kitchen.

"Again!?"

He wasted no time in running towards the kitchen with newfound energy, sweating bullets all the while. Screw his morning shower. The safety of his things were much more important than cleaning himself, that's for sure.

The last time he left them to their own devices, he had to buy a new set of plates and kitchen utensils. He really didn't want the same thing to happen twice, so he had to make sure the damages were at a minimum.

After reaching his destination, CPL entered the kitchen and shouted, "What in the world happened here!?"

The one who stood in the middle of the kitchen was a young girl, the same age as him actually. She wore a red and black themed combat dress of sorts, along with a red cloak. She had black hair, with the tips being red in color.

"I-I…was trying to make myself a batch of cookies?" she answered, which sounded more like a question than an answer. "Am I in trouble?" she meekly asked with her gaze on the broken plate near her feet, pouting.

Damn that pout.

"Just move out of the way, Ruby," CPL sighed as he grabbed a nearby broom, grumbling a few things to himself as he began to sweep away the broken pieces. The girl, Ruby Rose, simply looked at him with a guilty expression, but scrambled to the table when CPL gave her a tired glare.

"S-Sorry!"

Before he could come up with a reply, the door to his house was busted open by a familiar blonde, who was currently being chased by a certain cat faunus. CPL simply groaned at this, and that stupid Ninjas of Love book had probably something to do with the reason why the blonde was being chased around.

"Yang! Give it back!" Blake yelled.

Figures.

"Hey!" CPL shouted, "No running in the-"

Yang came running in the kitchen with the blasted book held up high above her head, and she had that shit-eating grin across her face. Damn he hated that grin. However, the blonde began to jump around in pain when she accidentally stepped on one of the plate's broken pieces, dropping the book to the ground.

"Ow! Why the heck didn't anyone sweep the darn floor!?" she yelled, wincing as she jumped her way towards the table, not noticing her little sister. "It hurts! Ow!"

"Yang…" Ruby said with a cute glare, crossing her arms when a sheepish look was sent her way.

"Yang! Where's my book!?"

"There's that darn book," CPL simply said as he continued sweeping the floor, earning a thankful look from the cat faunus, then sighed as he added, "The medical kit is somewhere in the living room if you need it. Serves you right, by the way."

"Hey!" Yang yelled, "It wasn't my fault! I was just-" Ruby pulled her sister's ear before she could finish her sentence, and later forcefully pulled her out of the kitchen. "Ow! R-Ruby! Stop it!"

"Quiet!" Ruby snapped.

With the two now gone, Blake turned her attention towards CPL. The older girl raised an eyebrow when she took notice of the bags under his eyes, and sighed as she shook her head. Seriously, he can't even take good care of himself. If it weren't for Velvet, or myself, or anyone else, he could be dead for all we know, was what went through her mind. "Stop pushing yourself," she sounded.

"I'm not," CPL answered, "And I'm fine. Just go back to…reading that thing of yours."

"Ninjas of Love," Blake stated with her eyes narrowed, "You should read-"

"Nope!" CPL exclaimed as he kept the broom back to where it belonged, letting out a tired yawn as he made his way out of the kitchen. "I'm off to take my shower. Call me if anything starts burning."

"You've been editing Phase 33 for more than five times yesterday, and I have a feeling you didn't get much sleep last night." She raised an eyebrow. "Am I right?"

"OCD," he simply answered.

"Typical," she grumbled.

"I heard that."

With Blake no longer breathing down his neck, CPL made his way towards the bathroom, greeting Velvet with a small smile as she came into view in the small hallway.

"Morning."

"Good morning," the timid girl smiled. "Did you sleep well?"

"Kinda," CPL shrugged, "Nothing I'm not used to."

The rabbit faunus can't help but frown at the boy's answer, folding her arms as she eyed him with her brown orbs. Like Blake, she also took note of the bags under his eyes, but decided to stay silent about them.

"I know you love doing this, but you need to rest at times too, y'know," the faunus girl reminded him, but then tilted her head slightly when a question popped up into her mind. "By the way, are you heading towards the bathroom?"

"Yeah, what about it?" he asked.

"Weiss is currently in there," Velvet told him with a nervous grin. "She woke up a few minutes earlier, and from what I could guess, he was probably the cause of it. No doubt he likes to mess around with her alarm clock."

"Him again?" CPL shook his head, "Remind me why I have to keep him around again?"

"Because he's an important character with an important role in your story?" Velvet reminded him once more, adding, "And he's one of the main reasons why your story isn't dead yet. The readers like to see that guy in action, no matter how…" She shuddered. "…cruel, he is to others."

"Oh yeah. That." CPL scratched his head with an eye cracked open, grumbling to himself afterwards. "Thanks for reminding me."

"You're wel-"

A loud shriek could be heard from the bathroom, and not too long after that, a certain green-haired trickster ran down the hallway with a camera in his hand, laughing all the while.

"Hyahaha! I could definitely blackmail that brat now!" Terumi exclaimed with sadistic glee as he kept the small camera in his pocket, fully knowing that a red-faced, towel wearing Weiss was running after him. "Catch me if you can!"

"G-Give me that camera you perverted snake! D-Don't think I won't tell my sister about this! I swear!" Weiss yelled with a deep blush as she threw a small soap right at the sadistic snake in an attempt to get him to stop running, but it was all in vain.

"Hyaha! Go for it!"

"I-I said give it back!"

Velvet and CPL simply stared at the two with blank expressions as they ran past them, sighing in unison when they were finally out of sight.

CPL was the first who spoke.

"There they go."

She chuckled. "You have to admit that having us around is quite fun, am I right?"

Hearing this, the boy smiled, and simply made his way towards the bathroom without another word.

Velvet stared at his back with a small smile, before it turned upside down. Her rabbit ears drooped slightly. She closed her eyes and murmured, "I hope he's doing alright. Poor kid."

"Who?" a familiar voice asked from behind, making Velvet jump.

"Kyah!" Velvet whirled herself around with her cheeks red, but then puffed them out cutely when Hazama came into view. She growled, cutely of course, before punching the clueless man's gut.

"Ugh! W-What was that for!?"

"For sneaking up on me," she mumbled. "Meanie..."

"Why are you aggressive all of a sudden?" Hazama asked, feeling confused and slightly irritated. "Someone stole your carrot or something?"

She glared at him.

"My sincere apologies…"

"I'm just worried about his well-being, Hazama. The little kid needs a break." Velvet frowned. "If this keeps up, then he's going to end up sick or something, and I really don't want that to happen."

"He'll be fine," assured Hazama, "I'm sure of it. The brat-"

"Kid."

"-has been through a lot of shit in the past, and this is nothing compared to those dark times. Relax, will you?" Hazama placed his fedora onto his head, smiling at her as he added, "By the way, I'm off to work. See you in a few hours, Miss Scarlatina."

"Just call me Velvet," the faunus girl mumbled with a cute pout. "How many times do I have to repeat myself?"

-IIXII-

A few hours went by in a blink of an eye, and CPL could be seen typing a few things in his laptop, no doubt writing the new chapter of his story. He leaned back and sighed after a while, closing his eyes as he took a minute to relax.

When he was about to resume his work, a pair of hands landed on his shoulders. CPL didn't need to guess who it was, since he already knew.

"What do you want, Cinder?" CPL asked as he began typing a few words, but was stopped when the woman took hold of his hands. He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? Is it that important?"

"You could say that," said the woman, her voice as smooth as silk.

CPL can't help but shudder every time her voice reached his ears, but can anyone blame him?

"Are you still mad about getting little screen time in my story? You do know that I can fix that in the next-"

"We want you to rest."

"We?" CPL pulled his hands away from his laptop's keyboard, looking up to stare into Cinder's eyes. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. I hate to admit it, but even I can get worried when it comes to your well-being. I suggest you ease the others' worries and take a few days off," Cinder suggested.

"The annoying bitch is right," a new voice joined in. "We don't want you killing yourself now. Go have some rest while you still can, kid."

"Watch your language, Grimalkin," Cinder warned as her eyes briefly glowed, "I can end you right now if I wanted to, but with him here, I think it is a wise choice for me to do it another time."

"Put a sock in it, you worthless slut," Kokonoe replied with a roll of her eyes, landing them on the young boy not too long after that. "But back to the main topic at hand, we want you to rest."

"You guys…" CPL smiled, though they were unable to see it thanks to his surgical mask.

Without warning, Nora came barging into the living room with that huge grin of hers, carrying two plates filled with pancakes.

"Ren made pancakes!" the girl exclaimed. She shoved the plate in her left hand close to Cinder's face, which prompted the older woman to lean her head back with a disgusted look on her face. "No syrup though."

"I…don't like pancakes," Cinder muttered as she glared at the food as if it was some sort of virus.

"I do," Kokonoe coolly said as she took the plate from Nora's right hand, smiling slightly when the smell reached her nose. "If I was alone right now, I'd be drooling."

"Nora drools all the time," CPL suddenly said as he stood up with his laptop tucked under his left arm, before heading towards the path that would lead him to the stairs. "I'll be up in my room if any of you guys need me."

"Are you gonna-"

"Yes, Nora, I'm going to take a quick nap. You guys just enjoy those pancakes, and make sure to eat them before they get cold," CPL told them, which was then followed by a small yawn. He turned to Cinder, however, adding, "That means you too, Cinder."

"Surely you jest. I am not touching that-"

"Cinder," he warned.

"Fine."

"Good girl."

And with that, the young, exhausted boy made his way to the stairs, and climbed up. The three people in the living room stared intently at his back as he climbed, before letting out a sigh of relief when the boy was finally out of sight.

"Glad that's over," Kokonoe muttered. "Now I can finally do my research without that kid's well-being popping up in my mind every few seconds."

Kval suddenly peeked his head from the kitchen. "Did it work?"

"He said he didn't wanna eat the pancakes," Nora said in a sad manner. Good thing the frown on her face didn't last too long. "But he told us he'd take a quick nap. That's good, right?"

"Yeah," Kval murmured with his gaze down at his feet. "I guess that's good."

"It can't be helped," Cinder muttered as she closed her eyes. "This isn't the first time."

"Well, that's the life of an author for you," Kokonoe suddenly said, which earned her a nod from Nora.

-IIXII-

Thank you for reading, and also for supporting my stories.

Stay safe out there.

This is CPL, over and out.