And here we are. Farther in by chapters, but a little behind in the storyline. Ah, well. Enjoy.

( o.o) Episode one, Chapter four: Last Night...wtf? (o.o )

-Oranges-. That was the first thing to pop into Andrew's mind as he slowly slipped back into consciousness. Well, semi-consciousness. -Oranges. Oranges, and chocolate...and lilacs...huh. I think I may be insane. A monkey in a tuxedo popped out of nowhere and spoke to him in a strong Welsh accent, "Nonsense, Master Kaiser. You're perfectly sane or my name isn't King George the XXVII, Archbishop of the Church of Kiwi and Taquitos." Andrew then decided that he WAS insane and it was time to activate some of his senses. He could vaguely hear...sizzling. And a popping noise every now and then. And something that sounded like breathing, though that was probably him. Next was feeling. He felt something below him. He recognized the rough, scratchy material and discovered it was his couch. So, he's on his couch. He also felt something surprisingly heavy on top of him and something light and feathery on his face. -I'll come back to that later...-

Now for smell. He took a big whiff of air and smelled...oranges, chocolate, and lilacs. -Ah. I'm not insane, and neither am I. That's a relief.- Time for the big one. Sight. He cracked his eyes open and saw...pink. Lots and lots of pink. Pink hair. -Hmm...why does the thought of pink hair make my forehead hurt? Owies.- It was time to discover what this heavy, pink-haired, orange/chocolate/lilac scented thing on top of him was. It took some effort, but he managed to slightly lift himself out and away from the thingy. Now with a better view, Andrew took a look at previously mentioned thingy.

-Holy hell!-

It was the demon girl! Andrew gasped, then immediately wished he hadn't. For that incey-wincey gasp was just enough to rouse ebil -I know evil is spelled wrong there- lady from her slumber. She made some kind of noise in her throat, looked around the room, then immediately focused on Andrew. From this close, it was hard not to notice how pretty she was. Her pink hair was almost long enough to cover her bright yellow eyes. Her face had a soft expression on it and was slightly pale, but that only added to her splendor. With all of her that taken into acount, well, she it looked like she had been Xeroxed right out of an anime. The woman was earing an odd wristband that had a single piece of chain attached to it. She continued to stare at Andrew for a moment, then her lips curled into a rather seductive grin and spoke.

"Judging by that look on your face, I'd say you enjoyed last night."

"Whaaa-aa-aaa?" Andrew was dumbfounded. He was flabbergasted. Was this woman implying that...? No. Nonsense. Impossible. The woman leaned in closer. Along with her shampoo, Andrew could now smell her breath. Minty vanilla. She spoke again, this time in a quieter tone.

"You're a screamer, did you know that?"

-Okaaaaaay, this is a little much.- Andrew tried to scoot farther down the couch and regain his personal space bubble, buy there was nowhere left to go. The woman grew even nearer. She was now partially laying on him again, and their faces were mere centimeters apart. She tilted to the side and whispered into his ear.

"So...ready for another round?"

Andrew shot out from under her and bounded up the stairs and into his room. He grabbed his sword from its stand on the tv and headed back downstairs. -Enough is enough. Time to go all Battosai right hyah.- Unsheathing his mighty blade and taking his ultra-cool samurai stance, Andrew advanced down the hallway to the living room. He peeked around the corner and saw...a robot. In an apron. Making eggs. In the kitchen. In ANDREW'S kitchen. He charged the robot and began to hack away at it...with an unsharpened sword.

"Hiten-Mitsurugi style...um...uh...DIE!"

The robot stopped cooking and turned towards him. It reached out and grabbed the blade of the sword.

"No, it's mine."

Tug.

"Miiine."

Tug.

"MIIIIIINE!"

The robot gave a final tug and wrenched the sword out of Andrew's hands. It raised the sword high into the air...and began chopping vegetables with it. Andrew's eyes glazed over as he realized just how screwed up this day was already turning out. He muttered to himself nonstop as he walked to the table and sat down. His head fell forewards and bumped against the table. -Maybe I'm dreaming. Yeah, that's it. I'm asleep, and all I need to wake up is a nice concussion.- He began to raise and slam his head onto the table. Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam, slam. When it became apparent that he was not asleep and the concussuon was not helping his situation, he simply laid his head on the table and zoned out. A the sound of a plate being put in front of him broght Andrew back to reality. He looked up and saw an omelet in front of him. He looked to the left and saw the robot standing next to him. The robot inclined its head, which seemed to be a tv, in a nod.

"Thank...you...?"

As he dug into the omelet, Andrew scanned the room for any more oddities. The woman with pink hair was watching tv. The tv-headed robot cook was doing dishes. It couldn't really get any odder than this. Andrew saw something move in a chair near the door. There was a kid about his age sitting there, doing nothing in particular. As he raised a forkful of omelet to his mouth, the woman stood up and walked into the kitchen.

"Cantiiii, is my omelet done yet...I'm hungryyyyy...huh?"

The woman looked over and noticed Andrew scarfing on the omelet.

"And just what the hell do you think you're doing? That's MY breakfast, you little brat."

Andrew did not reply, instead, he grabbed the pepper shaker and began to...erm...pepperize the omelet. The robot poked the woman on the shoulder and several lines of text appeared on its tv screen/face.

"What do you mean it looked like he needed food?"

"MENTALLY DISTRAUGHT? I was just playing around with him! He's fine!"

"Of course it bothered him a little, he not used to it like Ta-kun."

The kid sitting in the chair jumped up and ran to the woman.

"Used to it? And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"Aww, is my little Ta-kun jealoooous?"

"Jealous of what? HIM?"

Andrew had watched and eaten patiently, but that last bit pissed him off.

"Watch your mouth, punk, or I'll introduce you to the business end of my cast iron skillet."

"I wasn't talking to you!"

"WELL, I WAS LISTENING! NOW SHUT UP BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS, TEKKEN!"

"MY NAME'S NOT TEKKEN IT'S TA-KUN...er...NAOTA!"

"Oh, that's so sweet, they're fighting for my looooooooove..."

You know that thing in anime where two rivals slam their heads together, grit their teeth, and lightning shoots between their eyes? Yeah, that. Andrew and Naota did that for about 2 seconds. Then Naota flinched back and rubbed his forehead.

"What's wrong? Can't take a little headbutt?"

"Grr...no, your stupid forehead poked me."

"...You're kidding. What kind of bullcrap excuse is that? My FOREHEAD poked you?"

As Andrew smirked at this lame excuse, his hand moved up to rub his forehead...just to check. To his horror, he felt something hard and pointy. Three somethings. He dashed to the bathroom and stared, horrified, into the mirror.

There were three small horns very close together on his forehead, vaguely resembling a triangle.

w00t. Chapter 4 is done! You keep reviewing, and I'll keep writing. Until next time, kiddies.

-Penguin Tsar