Missing Breakfast

My first yaoi one shot. Please R&R. I do accept flames, and I do not flame you back. Mucho Sorries for underdevelopment of this one shot but the exams are here and I'm stressed so what I can say?

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Cyborg 009 belongs to him. (points)

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.:O:.

Albert woke up on a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon. Yesterday he was dreaming of Jet again…not that he was complaining about it. It was cute to watch Jet tango around the room with a pillowcase singing the Sesame Street theme song, no matter how much Albert used to hate it. He could never bring himself to hate something Jet liked.

He got up, and out of bed. Drawing the curtains apart, he stretched as the sun gleamed through his windows. A thought occurred to him, and he padded softly out of his room and into the one next to his.

A streak of flaming hair was all that poked through the thick blankets when Albert walked in. He smiled, took a deep breath and-

"SUNNY DAYS, SWEEPING UP CLOUDS ALL DAY! ON MY WAY TO WHERE THE AIR IS SWEET!"

Jet simply grunted, turned over and went back to sleep. Albert sighed, muttered, 'you leave me no choice' and then crouched down beside Jet's ear.

"CAN YOU TELL ME HOW TO GET, HOW TO GET TO SESAME STREET?"

Jet's eyes sprang open and he shot up in bed.

"YA!" he stared frantically around the room, still bleary-eyed and his tousled hair looking remarkably like a bird's nest. Albert laughed in an evil kind of way, though noticing that he did look quite good in his pyjamas...

Jet heard the laugh, and turned to find the source of it. When he saw Albert in his room, he screamed even louder.

"YOU'RE IN MY ROOM! WHAT THE FRICK ARE YOU DOING IN MY FRIGGING ROOM?"

"I woke you up so you wouldn't miss breakfast again." Albert made up an excuse, and poked him in his inner thigh, which caused him to yell even louder.

"What's up with you?" asked Albert, poking him again. Jet gave a yelp, then calmed down a bit.

'I can't help it," he confessed. "I'm ticklish." Albert raised his eyebrows.

"Ticklish?" the sliver-haired cyborg was incredulous. "The one and only Jet Link, ticklish?" Jet pouted.

"It's not like I can do anything about it." He said. Albert's eyebrows disappeared into his fringe.

"Well, I can…"

"Oh no you don't." Jet raised his pillow in self-defence.

"Watch me."

"Ah kuso."

There was a generous spewing of feathers as Albert threw himself at Jet. (I hope that didn't sound too sick.) At the end of it all, the pillow had been ripped to bits and Albert and Jet had missed breakfast anyway.

Albert turned on his side and looked into Jet's eyes, which were the only part of his body clear of feathers.

"Let's just sleep in today."

"Fine, but I'll wake you up next time."

You have come to the end of my one shot. I beg all of you to review. I welcome flames with open arms-

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…ok I meant, you have to buy me an umbrella first.

first reviewer hands over an umbrella

shower of flames burn a hole straight through the umbrella

WHY DO I BOTHER? JUST REVIEW!