A/N: I am going to kill myself, guys. This right here is the beginning of a continuous fic—one of which will be updated every day of 2010. I can do it, because I'm just that awesome. This is also the start of 365 life lessons that everyone should keep with them. For example, when you're going to take pictures of bears, firearms win over cameras. All the time. No questions asked. Just don't go unarmed. XD

Some of these will be short, others will be really long, but you can almost guarantee that you'll learn something from them. Also: demotivational posters save lives, because this first one is where I got my first life lesson from.

There's some humor and some romance and... Bah. Everything.

January | 1st | 2010

Bomb Squad Pranks.

You know when he's done craping himself, he's going to beat the crap out of you.

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Pai had the perfect amount of concentration.

Finally he was able to get the silence he needed to get his work done. Sitting in his swivel chair, he focused every amount of his being into his project. Kish peeked through the doorway, a mischievous grin on his face. "Pai works so hard, I think I should make him smile," Kish declared to himself, smiling coyly.

Smirking, Kish walked towards his busy partner, his hands hidden behind his back. "Pai! What are you working on?" Pai instantly picked up the fake interest in Kish's voice. Not turning around, he waved his hand in the air.

"I'm working on a new device. I picked up a human magazine and read about how they still use primal bombs. I want to see if I can enhance this technology and use it to help us destroy the Mew Mews." Pai didn't so much as to look at Kish when he told him that. Kish's grin only seemed to grow wider as he played with something behind his back.

"Bombs make loud explosions, right? Is that what you're talking about?" Kish asked, the same forced interest heavy in his voice. Pai closed his eyes for a moment. He couldn't do anything without Kish or Tart breathing down his neck, could he? That was the harsh reality he had to live with. Still, he diligently worked on his device, determined to answer everything Kish had asked him if it meant that the green-haired alien would leave him alone for at least two minutes.

"Yes Kish, bombs make loud sounds."

"And they—ha—blow people up?" Kish said, trying to hide his excitement.

"By 'blowing people up', you mean 'explode', yes?"

Kish readied himself. He put his hands in front of him and revealed what looked to be a brown paper bag. The way he held the bag in his hand guaranteed that it had air it it. His free hand was ready to unleash hell. "So what would you do if a bomb went off next to you?"

"It would not touch me, I would simply teleport out of the way," Pai stated, matter-of-factly. "Now would you please—"

POP!

Like magic, Pai flew out of his seat and jumped into the air. Almost immediately after, Kish fell back on the floor laughing almost like he was drunk. Tart ran into the room, eying everything he could see. "What was that?! What happened?! Did something fall over?!" Kish knew that he couldn't stay on the floor for too long. He was going to get scolded. Scolded really badly. Pai turned around and noticed the bits of brown paper bag all over the room.

"Run Tart, don't just stand there!"

"Why?" the youngest of the three asked, not really comprehending what had just happened.

"Because a bomb is about to go off!" Kish stumbled off the ground and tried to make it towards the door. He ran past Tart and disappeared from their sight. Pai sighed, picked up his chair, and got back to work.

He was the only one who was actually worried about completing their objective, after all.

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Lesson learned? Bombs are big business. Don't take them lightly. They'll turn on you too.