A/N: I am sleepy. XD
I am really sleepy. So you know what today's life lesson is? Read on, folks.
January | 2nd | 2010
Sleep.
It's like death, only not as permanent.
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Somebody had to do the cleaning in the laboratory, and Ryou surely wasn't going to let the girls near any of his equipment. It wasn't like he hated them or anything; he liked having the girls around—even Ichigo—though he would never admit it. There was just one thing he couldn't have around his equipment.
Their clumsiness.
The only exception to this rule was Zakuro because she was nowhere near the word 'clumsy'. She was far away from the word, in fact. Lettuce was clumsy even though she tried really hard not to be. The first thing that popped into Ryou's head when he thought of Lettuce's clumsiness? Broken dishes. Lots of broken dishes. Pudding was just spastic clumsy. Don't get me wrong, Pudding knew how to keep her balance, but she'd have these rare occasions in which she'd direct her attention to something entirely different and break something.
Pudding's clumsiness? Broken dishes. Ryou thought of broken dishes.
Ichigo's clumsiness? It was disastrous. Chaotic. Puppies exploded. Flowers died. Trees fell. He could come up with at least a million things to describe her clumsiness. How come she couldn't be more careful? How come she couldn't work like the others? At least they did things around the cafe. If Ryou had a dime for every time Ichigo blamed her clumsiness on her lack-of-sleep...
Sleep. That was what she said repeatedly made her trip, fall, stumble, tip over and do many other 'Ichigo' things. She complained that Ryou wouldn't let her get enough sleep because he'd rush her to get to the cafe on time. She wanted to slam it inside of the blonde's head that he was the reason why she was so clumsy during her time as one of Cafe Mew Mew's waitresses. Every time he yelled at her, she would get even more sleepy. Or so she said.
One thing was for sure, Ryou couldn't be clumsy cleaning his lab.
There was just one problem...
He was really tired, just like Ichigo had complained she'd been all those long work days. 'Oh great, she's haunting me...'
Trying really hard to make it down the steps, he successfully conquered each rectangular obstacle in his way. Everything truly looked hazy to him. Now he was starting to believe that everything Ichigo said about lack-of-sleep was right. Ryou dared to take one step forward and almost immediately fell over. He could never let Ichigo know that he thought she was right for once. It would be embarrassing.
He saw a big silver object in front of him so he decided to walk towards it. Passing many blurry things that he couldn't make out, he finally put his hands on what appeared to be a silver cabinet. "I forgot the broom, didn't I...?" Ryou said to himself. Sighing, he turned around to retrieve the cleaning utensil. Problem was... The broom was upstairs.
That meant he would have to walk up the steps.
It was okay though.
He wasn't Lettuce, Pudding, or even Ichigo.
There would be no broken dishes for him. There would be no chaos, puppies would live, flowers would look healthy and trees would stay planted inside of the ground. Feeling sure about himself, Ryou took another step forward.
Only this time he fell.
Fortunately for him, he caught his balance. He had reached for something red. Something circle-shaped. And that was when it hit him. He woke out of his sleepy state to stare face-to-face at a gun of some sort pointed right at him. He quickly glanced back at the button he was pressing. It was official. It was the Red Data DNA injection button under his hand... And he just pressed it.
This was worse than broken dishes and dead puppies.
Quickly sprinting up the steps, Ryou closed the basement door behind him at the sound of the machine going off.
It was true; lack-of-sleep made people clumsy.
The situation could have ended way worse than it did.
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Lesson learned? It's the beginning of the year. All you old people need sleep, yo. Go to bed, or you'll end up turned into a scary giraffe/elephant/goat Mew Mew.