Hey there all. It's a normal day.

Well, now it's a normal day. We finally got that guy to settle down.

Okay, allow me to backpedal a moment. This is Braelinn, a girl who's never showed up here before. My sister was Evelin, from Tuesday. The adorable one.

Anyway I'm a friend of Majour's, and I'm taking over for today because, frankly, she'd out of commission for the time being. I'll explain it.

So I was sitting at the table for breakfast, because I get up REAL early. Cause I'm a light sleeper, and when my dad gets up I wake up and he leaves for work early so I was used to waking up early. And Mj was in the kitchen. Mostly I just call her Mal cause that's what we called her a long time ago when we were little before she was MajourOrtho.

So Mal was getting breakfast for me cause we were the only ones up. It was her dragon that woke her up, Zintos, because he heard a rat on the window. (I hate rats.)

And while I was starting up on this bowl of cereal that Mal always has around, the chocolate kind, the cereal I mean, not the bowl - this guy walked in. I don't really see Mal's friends much because I was at school. But it was an off day. He had long hair like a girl, really I almost thought he was a girl at first. And I always forget his name. That day I was trying to pronounce it cause it's Chinese or something. But now I know his name but it's hard to spell. So I'm gonna call him Tsu-chan for today cause that's what Mal sometimes calls him.

So he walked in and he was tired, and Mamoo, I mean Masamu...MAS...A...MU...NE (I hate Chinese) had just got up and he was in the kitchen looking at the coffee pot. And Tsu-chan said to him to get out of the way because he needed coffee.

But Mas...a...mune said, no he was busy with it. And then Tsu-chan says he will slap him. So Mal said maybe he should just sit down and she will get him some coffee.

So Tsu-chan sat down on a chair. And he gave me this look, like "I hate you", and all and stuff. So I just looked at my cereal and thought, I don't know why Mal has so many weird friends. Or why they say she's a genius. She's insane.

So she wasn't watching, and she got his coffee and turned her back on...Moo. I'll call him that now. Which you should never do. Leave him alone, I mean, not call him names.

So Moo grabbed this box out of his hoodie and dumped it in the coffee. And then he walked away. I went after him. And I asked him what he put in the coffee, and he said, "if Tsubasa needs coffee to wake him up they will just help him be happy."

But when he left he dropped the empty box on the ground and it was for caffeine pills.


Hey, it's Mal again, everyone. She decided to come back because Braelinn was tired of typing.

Mal surveyed the table as more of the kids filed in and ate breakfast. Sora was the last one up; she was one of Tsubasa's canon sisters that Arrowhead1996 had sent over for a visit.

"You look kind of jittery, bro", she said to Tsubasa in concern.

"N-no. I'm f-fine."

"Okay. Well...just, ok." Sora didn't quite know what to make of this. She decided Tsubasa was taking after Mal and thought maybe she should try to convince him to move back home.

Tsubasa hopped up from the table suddenly. "Gottagobye!" then he got in his van with his pyjamas still on and drove to work.

Mal stared after him through the window, as if she could see a trail of doom behind him. Something was terribly wrong, but she didn't quite know just what...

A few minutes later, her cell phone rang.

"Hello? Yes, yes this is Mal...I see. Really?" Unmistakable surprise took over her voice as she fumbled with the phone. "That's highly unusual..."

You're highly unusual, Mal.

"Yes, send him home. He's probably stressed."

She hung up, then slammed the phone down on the table, whirling instantly on Masamune. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Masamune cringed. "I...I didn't do anything. I promise."

"You're lying, Masamune."

"No."

"Yes! Braelinn." Braelinn jumped as Mal whirled on her.

"What did Masamune do to Tsubasa?"

"I...he put caffeine pills in his coffee."

"MASAMUNE!"

Masamune shrieked and fled the house. Sora made a note to never get on Mal's bad side.

A few minutes later Mal heard a crash. She raced outside to find the trash can knocked over and Tsubasa jumping through the window of his own van.

"Tsubachan. Get ahold of yourself." She grabbed his shoulders. "Sit down and cool off!"

Tsubasa tried. He really did. It was a valiant effort. A totally valiant, two-second effort. Finally he jumped off the couch. "WHAT'S THAT!?"

Mal whirled. "I don't see anything, Tsubasa. It's just your sister."

Sora crept away guiltily, having no desire to be turned into a magical lightbulb unicorn. Mal was famous for her magical lightbulb unicorns.

Braelinn left for school, a wise choice. Mal bent to pick up a box from the floor. Caffeine pills. And it was completely empty.

"Oh, no..."

Tsubasa was jouncing up and down on the balls of his feet agitatedly. "I-I don't know what's wrong with me, Mal...I can't think straight..."

"I know, I know. It was Masamune. He overcaffeinated you."

"Wh-what? Is that an elephant you say?"

"No, Tsubasa. Sit down."

"I c-can't."

"Stop bouncing, you're going to break something!"

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault. Go in the kitchen while I think. Good, now come back. Oh, you're fast. GO back in the kitchen. You know what, just run back and forth for a minute so I don't have to keep talking."

Tsubasa made a total of 396, 700 circuits between the kitchen and Mal's bedroom in the next 5 minutes.

"STOP!" Mal grabbed his jacket. "I can't think with you whizzing around like that! SORA!"

Sora quickly came in the room. "Yeah?"

"Will you find him something to do for the next half hour or so without letting him cause a global crisis?"

"I...guess."

You're a global crisis, Mal.

Sora watched helplessly as Tsubasa zipped around the yard, building little towers with the cinder blocks Mal's brothers had, and wrecking them, and then hanging them from trees, and kicking them around, and very nearly throwing one through a window until Sora crashed through it with her beyblade to save Mal's house from disaster.

"Tsubasa! COME BACK HERE!" He was headed straight for the mailbox. Sora raced after him, standing breathless at the mailbox as he ran back into the house.

She caught up with him finally as he unstuffed the couch and restuffed it messily in a matter of seconds. She grabbed the rope from the counter (why did Mal keep that rope so handy?) and tied it around his waist with the expertise of a cowgirl with a lasso.

She followed him around for a while as he wandered agitatedly around the perimeters of the house and then into the little town near where Mal lived. As he entered the doughnut shop, Sora was only just thinking that maybe he shouldn't have that sugar.

He gasped in delight upon entering. "Doughnuts! I love doughnuts."

"NO doughnuts for you, hyper boy."

Sora attempted to pull him out of the shop with the rope, but he scrabbled wildly for the doughnut counter. "HELP ME WITH HIM!" she yelled at the boy behind the counter as she struggled to keep Tsubasa away from the ultimate sugar.

The poor traumatized counter boy would be scarred for life. He helped Sora haul the frantic Tsubasa out of the doughnut shop and locked the doors behind them. Sora suddenly let go of the rope and Tsubasa fell over onto his face with a gasp. Sora regained hold of the rope in case of another accident.

12 minutes later found Sora sitting, worn out, on the curb outside the post office with Tsubasa tied to a pole nearby, wandering aimlessly in circles. He'd eventually wind himself around the pole. Sora didn't want to think about that.

Back at the house, Mal shook her head and began stitching the poor dear couch back up.

Sora looked up as a red truck rumbled slowly past. She thought nothing of it. But Tsubasa gasped in fury. He yelled, "DON'T RUN OVER MY SISTER YOU FREAK!" he started chasing the car and ended up tearing the pole out of the sidewalk.

That was how Sora ended up running after a maniac with a pole trailing from his waist.

Suddenly the pole snagged against another pole; Sora's brother choked loudly and fell on the ground once more. She picked up the rope and led him home, locking him in the attic.

Mal was still busy sewing up the couch. She looked up when Sora entered. "Oh, hey Sora! What'd you do with the Chicken Boy?"

"I locked him in your attic." Sora looked proud of herself. But Mal went white.

"You...really?"

"Yes?"

"I...Sora, the attic is my bedroom..." So saying, Mal raced upstairs and threw the door open.

Paper and pillowcases lay shredded around the room. "Nooo." Mal moaned in distress. But Tsubasa lay in a deep, sweet sleep in the centre of it all. Beside him a box of doughnuts Mal had had around.

"At least he's finished", Mal sighed in relief. She called Ryuga to help her move Tsubasa to the guest room whilst Masamune put the bedroom back together.

When she turned to Sora, Sora cringed, truly expecting certain doom as a unicorn. But Mal smiled. "Thanks for looking after him. It could've been a lot worse."

As she left the house to clear her head, Sora smiled to herself. Perhaps Mal wasn't so crazy after all.


Notes: Arrowhead1996 is credited fully with Sora Otori!

I would say, no counter boys were traumatized in the writing of this fic. But that'd be a lie. IF YOU'RE READING THIS, SORRY JOE.

Eh. Maybe he'll meet Damien in the mental hospital.