Good news! I'm not dead! Megan badgered me to post this before school starts tomorrow, so, here you are!

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Katsumi woke to the sweet smell of baking cinnamon rolls. Lazily, she looked to her left, where her cat was curled up next to her. She reached over to stroke her sleek back fur.

"Morning Senshi"

The small cat yawned and rolled over, opening its amethyst eyes. Katsumi smiled softly before jumping at a knock on her door.

"Kat? It's time to get up!"

Chikako's voice was quiet, meaning that she hadn't had her tea yet.

"Whatever."

Came her reply. Sleepily, she rolled out of bed. She opened her closet, and was greeted with the sight of an old family picture. Hiromi smiled up at her, hugging her youngest daughter in front of her, while the other four stood by her sides. She hurriedly threw on her clothes, brushed her hair, put on a touch of make-up and headed downstairs to see her sisters and mother sitting at the table, eating frosted cinnamon rolls and sipping orange juice. She observed the scene silently, scrutinizing how everyone had dressed for he first day of school.

Chikako, as the perfect role-model, wore casually fancy shirts that buttoned up to the neck, and, as always, kaki pants. She never wore shorts, or an kind of tank-top. Throw that in with the fancy shoes, and her style was well enough, but her straight, black hair and tan skin, along with her large, gray-blue eyes gave her a breathtaking beauty that had most the boys back in japan weeping when mother announced that we were moving to America.

Izanami was more stereotypical than average. With her complete geek-ish fashion, looking 'cool' was impossible. Vests on top of white, button up shirts, a small denim skirt and knee high socks underneath black dress shoes. Her limp black hair was always up in a high ponytail, resting neatly in the center of her head and cascading backwards like a waterfall over her back. With narrow brown eyes, she was pretty enough, but with none of her older sisters grandeur.

Keiko was all bright colors and sunshine. She wore an orange shirt that was tucked into her skinny jeans, and a powder blue cardigan. Not the best combination, but with her dyed, sun-yellow hair, (Patterned in two braids, on either side of her head) and big, sky blue eyes, it was a nice effect. Her lightly tanned skin was lighter than the others, but still darker than the Americans they had seen thus far. Freckles dotted her round face, giving her an appearance close to that of a grade school girl.

Yukiko didn't really have a 'style' Today she wore a plain black t-shirt and ripped-at-the-knee jeans. Her light brown hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her powder blue eyes were dull and blank. If you looked at her, you noticed just how beautiful she really was, but no one ever did. She was a shadow, a ghost really. Only ever there when called upon. Being a Kunoichi didn't help with this attitude, and she was either found training in the dojo, or hiding in her room.

Katsumi herself had a 'punk' attitude that found it's way into her style no matter what she did. Her dyed, blood-red hair was cut impossibly short, except for one chunk at the front, which she swept across the left side of her face. She wore a plain white tank, but a black leather jacket with silver spikes on the shoulders resided over it. She had tucked her tank top into skinny jeans, which had been artfully ripped along the length of the legs. Her lime green eyes were heavily decorated with eyeliner and mascara, her lipstick was a dark shade of red, and her nails painted black. Over all, she had a beauty that was made to match her eldest sisters. Even if hers was darker and more mysterious.

"Morning Kitty! Would you like a roll?"

Keiko's voice cut into her thoughts, and she realized her whole family was looking at her. She shrugged her shoulder in a 'whatever' kind of way, and lifted one corner of her mouth. With her hands I her pockets, she joined her family at the table, catching the plate Keiko passed her. Hiromi smiled.

"Children, I have found suitable jobs for each of you. Katsumi, you have an interview after school today. It is for a motorcycle company, and you would be paid well. Chikako, you would be working for the Hamato dojo downtown, teaching young children self-defense. you also have an interview after school. Izanami, your interview is next Thursday. It is an after-school program, helping young children who struggle with school. Keiko, your interview is tomorrow. It is an art club for young children, and you would help improve their skills. Yukiko, you would work for a company that designs clothes, as I know it is a hobby of yours. You are to take samples of your work to them next Tuesday."

Each teen nodded as their name was said. 'Hai, Mistress' echoed around the table.

"Now go! Your first day of school begins!"

Before you get mad, the next chapter's going to be, like, a bazillion times longer, m'kay?