Six year old Sakura Kinomoto rolled over, groaning softly and pulling up the covers in an effort to thwart the attempts of the sun to shine on her face. The light was streaming in her window and illuminated the child's room.
When the covers didn't seem to be doing the job, Sakura stuck her head under the pillow, making more irritated noises at the offending light. Morning was never a good time for her, and it was far too early for...
Wait...too early?
The sun was up high enough to shine in her window, so...
Sakura bolted upright, realizing with a sinking feeling in her stomach that she was late. Again. For the third time that week. Oh, was she really going to hear it this morning.
Jumping out of bed, she rushed between her closet and drawers until she found all the clothes she would need for the day. She changed hastily and ran a brush through her hair, grabbing her light pink backpack on her way out of her bedroom.
She thundered down the stairs and barreled towards the breakfast table, where Toya and her father were already seated. Fujitaka was waiting patiently for his daughter, but Toya had already begun eating.
"Later than usual, kaijuu," Toya observed coolly, earning him a glare from the 'kaijuu' herself.
"Don't call me a monster," the six year old snapped at her older brother.
"Why not? Only monsters sleep in late." He jumped up and gave her a hard noogie. "That means you're a kaijuu."
"Ohhhh," Sakura fumed, ducking out from under his fist. "You just wait 'til I get big! Then you won't be able to call me a kaijuu any more!"
"Oh yeah? We'll see about that." Toya gave his sister a disarming grin. "By the way, you're gonna put on your skirt before you go to school, right?"
Sakura looked down. She was wearing her pajama bottoms. With a faint squeak of dismay, she bolted back up the stairs to her room to change.
Toya laughed and sat back down at the table. Fujitaka stared at his son, not disapprovingly, but in a calculating manner. This exchange happened every morning; it was no use to tell his young son not to pick on his sister.
"Someday, you're going to have to stop calling her that," Fujitaka told Toya teasingly.
The boy snorted. "No matter, how big she gets, she'll always be a kaijuu to me." With that, Toya resumed his breakfast.