Disclaimer: Gakuen Alice doesn't belong to me. It is owned by the great mangaka Higuchi Tachibana.

I own nothing except the plot, so steal it and... EXPIRE! I mean it. Plagiarize/bootleg (whatever) it, I'll hunt you down. No more Ms. Nice Girl.

Youichi: The Delightful and Demonic Drabbits

(launched by/ Diana Zero Five) (on/ June 26, 2006 8:08 p.m. GMT +8)

A/N: It's been almost a month since I last updated! Gomen nasai, minna-san! ((bows deeply)) School's been eating up most of my time and I managed to grab a free hour tonight to write! I know, I know… I haven't updated two of my fics and here I am, making another one! Teehee! I just felt like it! Don't shoot me! ((looks sheepish))

Why drabbits? I got tired of the word "drabbles". So… Drabble + rabbits Drabbits. Tada! (Oh yeah, try stealing it and die.)

I know I've been touchy these days about the subject of plagiarism… But please don't blame me! To be plagiarized is the worst thing that could happen to an aspiring writer! Though I try to control it, I'm just protecting myself. Please understand. ((hugs))

Oh yeah, I'm writing this from a (sort of) kid's POV. So… I'll be using much simpler words. That okay with you guys? Great! Ehehehehe!

Chapter One: The Crayon

Youichi scowled at the coloring book he was holding. He flicked through it impatiently, looking for something else to color on.

"Eight-headed dragon... Sausage-tongued lion... There's nothing left in this stupid coloring book!" He thought, his face sour. He reached for his box of crayons, checking that every precious crayon was in the box.

He put the box down, looking contented. "I wonder what Natsume onii-chan is up to." He asked himself, an adorably thoughtful look on his face.

Youichi walked to the window, looking down at the campus grounds, looking for signs of his daddy Natsume and, let's not forget, his mommy Mikan.

He was too distracted to notice a figure making its way to his desk, and swiping two crayons from his box in the process. It slinked away, a naughty grin on its face.

Youichi, sensing something weird, stopped making faces with the window before him and eyed the classroom, wrinkling his nose.

"Er?"

He shrugged and made his way to his desk. He reached for his crayon box once again, still checking every piece to make sure nothing's missing.

"Hey!" You-chan yelped. "Someone stole two of my crayons!" He pouted, eyes getting watery. "Give it back!" He shouted, looking more and more like a baby by the passing minute.

The class looked at him in surprise. As if on cue, his fan-girls began to coo in syrupy voices in the background, saying silly things like "Oh, Youichi" and "You poor thing".

He glared at them, his lower lip trembling. He clenched his little fist and unleashed the horror that horrified everyone in the classroom, including the teacher who hastily retreated from room.

His fan-girls screamed and began to run around, looking ridiculously like headless chickens. The boys yelped and had the sense to at least hide under the desks.

You-chan stopped and he pouted, a cute and annoyed look on features.

"Now who stole the crayon from my crayon box?" You-chan demanded, boring holes into every person's forehead.

Yeah, who dunnit?

A/N: I know… It's really stupid. But I can't help but think of the times when we sang that really ridiculous song. Mwehehehe! Hate it? Alright. Love it? Review!

I'll still be revising this one, don't worry! Tomorrow!

((hugs)),

diana