Chocolate Pudding-chan: I've decided to go all mellow on you guys XD

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There was light under his eyes.

They were still closed, but he could still see the sun shining, even from behind his eyelids.

"I need some curtains…"

He opened his eyes to sleepily greet the same blinding sunshine that greeted him most mornings on this planet. The sun seemed so unnecessary, so bright and hot, only causing sunburn and other distresses. Humans created devices to block out their sun! Yet without it, they'd all die. What dummies.

"'Good morning, Baltimore!'" he said, yawning.

"I need to lay off the girly musicals…"

He stared at himself in the mirror that sat opposite the mattress on the floor he called his bed.

"Well, I haven't strangely mutated since last night…."

Yup, same as yesterday. He put his hands on top of his head, where his pigtails usually dwelled.

"I looked different with my hair down….

Almost older…..

……Ew."

"Guess I'll fix those later…" he mumbled rolling off the bed and hitting his face on a potted plant.

"GAH!"

It fell over, and the ten-year-old ended up spitting dirt out of his mouth.

"Well, so much for traditional morning breath…." he mumbled, managing to stand.

He thought about what would happen that day. If they went to fight, he'd have to get dressed, get his weapons ready, take a bath.

"Stupid soapy water, gets in my eyes, and--" he murmured incoherently while trying to think some more.

But, if he did go to earth, clean or otherwise, he'd get to see—

"No! Bad! But.." he tried to drive the thought of seeing the blonde from his mind, but ended up daydreaming about her butt instead.

"PUT YOURSELF TOGETHER!" he slapped himself in the face.

"I'm getting to be just as bad a Kisshu, I have to start focusing, just like Pai said."

Pai.

Battling or not, he knew the minute he stepped out of his room there would be what Kisshu had nicknamed "the nag fest".

They always knew when it was coming; it all had to do with bedtime. If Pai went to bed early, he'd most likely wake up in a good mood and they would get his easy side for a day or so. But if he was up late, doing that "research" of his, he'd most likely be groggy and as strict as heck.

"What's with your hair? It better be up on your head in 5 minutes!"

"You smell like roadkill, please go bathe yourself before I call the fire department!"

"You two better be done with breakfast right now! How long does it take to eat one bowl of cereal?"

Ew. Again.

And Pai had gone to bed late, so just as Taruto had predicted, a voice came from outside his room:

"Tart! Get up already, it's 8:30!"

He didn't say anything about bathing, so that means it was a flop-day. Phew.

"No soap for me today!" he sang happily, tying his hair up.

He stepped out of his bedroom door, humming "You Can't Stop the Beat."

"TART!" another groggy teenager called from down the hallway.

"Quit it with the Hairspray, will 'ya! That's a girly musical…"

Tart blew him a raspberry.

He walked toward the kitchen in the mood for Cocoa Puffs.

And a not-so-normal kid went on with his far-from-normal life.

Chocolate Pudding-chan: This was meant to be a oneshot, but I'll continue if you love me. Review, please.