This is my first Fanfic, A collection of stories and one-shots about three certain little girls, and the people around them. If you have any requests, please tell me. I'm welcome to ideas. Thanks!

And in case it is not obvious, I do not in any way shape or form own A Certain Magical Index, or any of its spin-offs or characters, nor do I claim to. This is my one and only disclaimer, since I assume that people will start with the first chapter, unlike… me.

A New Beginning Why_Mornings_are_Hard.

Bright sunlight begin to seep through the windows of the apartment of a certain track-suit-wearing gym teacher. The teacher in question, one Yomikawa Aiho, was currently smoking on the balcony, enjoying the soon-to-be-disturbed peace of the morning. Inside her friend a former researcher turned freeloading NEET, Yoshikawa Kikyou was cooking breakfast. As soon as she gave the signal, chaos would ensue. However it looked like the peaceful morning could last a little longer.

000

An immortal girl looking approximately ten was curled up on the roof of a convenience store. Drool ran down her pale chin into her long purple-white hair. She mumbled incoherently, face smushed up against a white beetle-shaped body pillow. Next to her dozed a ...chicken? And resting next to her head was what appeared to be a child buzzer. The sound of a key turning in a lock, cueing the opening of the store beneath her caused her eyes to flutter open, and Fräulein Kreutune sat up.

"Nnn. Open procedure has started. Food may be provided soon."

000

Someone was pounding on the door to her dorm room.

"Fremea? Fremea! Wake up it's time for breakfast!"

The girl, who's blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin gave her the appearance of a foreigner, lifted up her head and blinked sleepily in the direction of the door.

"Nyah. Essentially it's too early to get up."

And with that Fremea Seivelun buried her face in her pillow and pulled her blankets over her head.

"Freeemeeeaaaa!" wailed the girl outside the door. But despite that girl's best efforts, Fremea did not get up.

000

Yomikawa poked her head through the door, air horn in one hand. Of the three children in this apartment, one of them did not always require… extreme measures to wake her up.

"Good morning Yomikawa! Says MISAKA MISAKA offering the standard greeting."

Today it seemed luck was on her side.

- A certain spiky-haired teenager sneezed and sat up in his bathtub, causing his head to collide with the faucet. "OW! SUCH MISFORTUNE! Yelled the boy as he rubbed his abused forehead.-

The little girl who's short tea-colored hair displayed a prominent ahoge, was already awake.

"Hey Last Order, you might want to get out of the line of fire. I need to wake Worst up." Yomikawa stated. Last Order nodded emphatically.

"Thanks for the warning. That MISAKA is scary when she wakes up. Says MISAKA MISAKA shivering at the memory. Is he awake yet? Questions MISAKA MISAKA, making an inquiry. MISAKA can wake him up if you'd like. Says MISAKA MISAKA offering assistance."

Yomikawa smiled.

"I'd appreciate the help."

"Alrighty! Says MISAKA MISAKA as she hurries and stuff!" Last Order then ran out of the room, ahoge trailing behind her. "Hey wake up! Says MISAKA MISAKA using your bed as an improvisational trampoline!"

The girls declaration was quickly followed by a yelp, and a great deal of swearing.

"You nearly landed on my stomach, you good-for-nothing little brat!"

"MISAKA loves you too! Yells MISAKA MISAKA hastily moving out of swatting range!"

"Why you!"

The boy may have continued if his outraged exclamation hadn't been interrupted by the air horn. Worst, as she was called, burst out off her blankets.

"Turn that abomination of a noisemaker off and get it out of MISAKA's sight before she rams it down your throat!"

"SHUUUUUUT UUUUUUUP!" came the furious voice of the white-haired boy in the other room. How to put this? It was another peaceful day.