Hey! This is a fanfic of mine that I started in September and is really long and the chapters are too, so it may be updated slowly. Be patient! I'll do my best! Also, I have dial-up Internet and it may be kind of squooshed sometimes, so sorry! Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or anything else.

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O, Brothers!

Chapter 1: Irritation

Crash! Kapowee! The sky lit up with lightning and the sound of thunder roared in Yazoo's ears. He sat up quickly in his bed in alarm.

"It's just a storm, Yazoo! Just relax," Loz told his younger brother from the bed to the left of him.

Yazoo lay back down and closed his eyes. Then, the sky lit up again and he jumped up upon hearing the thunder.

"Go to sleep! You won't die!" Loz said.

Kadaj, now awake in the bed to Yazoo's right, looked out the window behind them from his bed worriedly. "Loz, did you check the weather?"

"Aww . . . not you too!" Loz griped. "It's just a dumb ol' storm!"

Kadaj grabbed the remote from off of the nightstand and turned on some news. "A bad storm is headed your way! Floor mats are being brought to life, toilet paper rolls are tying up citizens, and expired wallpaper tearings are licking dinosaur eggs! This storm is extremely dangerous!" the newswoman warned. Then, the storm blew her away as some floor mats approached her wearing fake red moustaches with gravy stuck in them.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeek!" Yazoo screamed in horror at the disturbing images. Kadaj came to his bedside and comforted him.

"Aw, do you really believe-," Loz began, and then saw toilet paper rolls running by the window. He got up and closed it. "Uhm, let's go sleep in the living room floor, shall we?"

Loz carried the covers, Kadaj carried the pillows, and Yazoo carried some flashlights and his stuffed moogle doll into the living room. They all plopped down onto the floor with Loz on the left, Yazoo in the middle, and Kadaj on the right; they laid together for protection.

At about 3:00 A.M., Kadaj is snoring and Loz is grumpy. Yazoo is rather comfortable.

"Get off!" Loz mumbled angrily. He pushed Yazoo away from him, but Yazoo did not move far and began to whimper.

"You're laying on my hair!" Yazoo cried.

"Well, don't lay on top of me, stupid!" Loz yelled, freeing Yazoo's long hair. Yazoo rolled over toward Kadaj, who is now awake.

"Yazoo, do you have to lay so close? We're right here," Kadaj moaned sleepily.

Yazoo tried his best to sleep directly between them, but they kept pushing him around as they rolled in their sleep.

The next morning, Loz got up and stepped over one sleeping brother, but accidentally stepped on Kadaj's finger.

"Aaaaooowch!" Kadaj screamed, sitting up awake angrily. "What'd you do that for!"

"It was an accident, stupid!" Loz yelled back.

"Well, watch where you're goin', lummox!"

"Make me, stupid!"

"Could you two keep it down? I'm trying to sleep," Yazoo mumbled.

"You!" Loz yelled. "Thanks to you, we hardly got any sleep!"

"Me! You two kept pushing me, snoring, and laying on my hair!" Yazoo argued, getting up off of the floor.

"Well, we wouldn't have if you hadn't been all spraddled out everywhere!"

"No, it's you who takes up all the room!"

"It's you and your dumb hair!"

"Quiet, you two!" Kadaj stepped in.

"Oh, so now Mr. Snoring is going to lecture us!" Loz commented.

"Listen, we have better things to do than to argue! We need to find Mother!"

"Well, I didn't get enough rest! I'm not going!" Yazoo told him angrily, sitting down on the couch with his arms crossed.

"Listen, I know you need your beauty sleep for your girly face, but-" Loz began.

"Shut-up!" Yazoo yelled. He got up and pushed Loz, but he barely budged. Loz pushed him back ad he fell onto the floor.

"Stop it!" Kadaj intervened again. He helped Yazoo up and Loz grabbed Yazoo's moogle doll.

"Hey! Give that back!" Yazoo yelled, but Loz held it up in the air so that he Yazoo could not reach it. Yazoo got on the couch, jumped off and onto Loz's back.

"Get off, stupid!" Loz said in aggravation.

"Give Moogy back!" Yazoo yelled, trying to keep his balance on Loz's back. Loz threw him off and onto the couch with a thud. Loz sat the moogle doll inside the cabinet that only he can reach.

Kadaj took the pillows and covers back to the bedroom while Yazoo pouted on the couch and Loz lifted weights in the kitchen. Yazoo got an idea, so he went into the bedroom.

Yazoo took Loz's weapon from their shelf and hid it under his mattress. He heard the door opening, so he sat on his bed innocently.

"What's up, Yazoo?" Kadaj asked, who had left the room right before Yazoo entered.

"I am . . . going to the bathroom," Yazoo answered, then went into the bathroom and left the door barely cracked.

About ten minutes later, Loz slung the door open and glared at Yazoo, who looked up at him with fear from his stool in front of the mirror. He put his hairbrush down and just stared in silence.

"Where's my weapon!" Loz screamed. "I know you took it!"

Yazoo smiled nervously. "Well, somewhere . . ."

"This isn't funny, Yazoo! I need it to train!"

"Well, you shouldn't have stolen Moogy."

"Darn it, Yazoo, where'd you put it!' Loz stomped up to him in his seat and stared hard and furiously into his eyes.

Yazoo swallowed and said nothing. Loz grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him roughly while yelling, "Where is it!"

Yazoo got out of the chair and led Loz to the bedroom. He lifted his mattress and handed Loz's weapon to him.

"Under your mattress, huh?" Loz commented. He attached the weapon to his arm, and then left the room.

Yazoo plopped down on his bed sadly. Kadaj, again, walked into the room and saw Yazoo's expression. "What's the matter? What was all the yelling about?"

"I hid Loz's weapon from him to get back at him for stealing Moogy," Yazoo replied.

"Well, did you get it back?"

"No."

"Then why'd you give Loz his thing back?" Yazoo did not reply. Kadaj sat down beside of him on his bed. "Are you afraid of Loz?" Yazoo nodded a 'yes'. Kadaj hugged him and said, "It's okay. I am sometimes too. Just a little…"

So, do you like it? I hope it's at least Half as good as the Ame ni matte (hope I spelled that right) and Holding My Thoughts Inside stories . . . and all the others that I can't think of right off. . .