(Awkward silence) I'm probably going to have to edit all the other chapters in this story after I've finished posting this chapter (chappie number eight, yay!). I have to evict all the spelling errors, fix the hat plot hole, and, quite possibly, change Tama's last name from Umeko to Uta. But you shouldn't really worry about that, dearest readers. Just know that if you look back at the chapters and things are a bit different, that you haven't gone insane. And before I do all that, I'll post this chapter. Take it away, F-Dawg and C-Hizzowl.

F-Dawg: CreamandMonkeys owns this story, Rice, Rice's aunt, and Cake.

C-Hizzowl: And Flan.

F-Dawg: She doesn't, however, own Tokyo Mew Mew. That belongs to Mia Ikumi and Reiko Yoshida.

Note:

Onii-san (chan, sama)- Older brother. Is also used to address an older male or a brotherly figure.

Otouto-san (chan)- Younger brother. I think it can also be used to address a younger male or younger brother figure.

San- Miss, Mrs., Mr. "Used with a first name to denote familiarity."

Chan- "Denotes familiarity and friendship and used to refer to someone who is the same age or younger. Generally used to refer to female friends, pets and children."

Baka- Japanese for 'stupid' or 'idiot'

Kisshu whimpered, lying on his back and staring miserably into the darkness with Taruto's head perched on top of him. Staying in the same bed with the young alien was perhaps one of the worst experiences of Kisshu's life. He had been kicked in the face at least seven times with his freezing feet due to Taruto's subconscious indecisiveness, which also cause Taruto's ear to end up in his eye several times as well. Tart was also a blanket hog and he didn't exactly smell like a rose (far from it, Kish thought). He rolled over Kish to get to the other side of the bed every five minutes to top it all off.

Why did he have to get stuck with the kid? He growled. All he wanted was a good night's sleep (at that time and place). In all Kisshu's annoyance, he began to rustle and move around as well.

He didn't calm down until the sleeping Taruto subconsciously hugged Kisshu's arm and sleep-talked, "Onii-san."

This genuinely touched Kisshu's heart, and caused him to not mind having to share a bed with Tart as much.

Which didn't necessarily mean he actually got any sleep.

The furry, touched feeling towards tart quickly disappeared when Rice tip-toed into the room, opened the blinds and said sweetly (almost sickly sweet to the sleep deprived Kisshu), "Morning! Time to get up! I made you guys breakfast!"

Pai and Tart stirred. Kish let out a loud whimper-ish moan, which caused Rice to snap her head around towards him.

"Kisshu-san? Were you already awake?"

By then, Pai had already stood up and looked at Kish, too. Kish's right eye began to twitch and his brow furrowed with annoyance. He turned his head to look at Tart, who was still latched to his arm (which didn't prevent him from kicking Kish several more times through the night) and had gone back to sleep.

"Oh otouto-saaaaaan," Kish said bitterly, "Get. Up."

Taruto's eyes blinked open and he found himself hugging Kish's arm. Pai obviously thought this was funny, because he had his hand over his mouth to cover an obvious smile. The human Rice appeared to find it cute. But Tart himself was definitely not amused.

"Auggghh! Gross! Kisshu germs!" Tart lurched away from Kisshu and into the wall beside the bed.

Kisshu sat up slowly still looking at Tart. His face was twisted into a grotesque angry smile, his fists clenched.

"Oh, little otouto-san…I have something for you."

This frightened Tart. He knew he was about to get hit (or even beat up) even though he had no idea what he'd done. He scrambled to his feet and floated over to his other onii-san, who he hid behind.

Kish rose off the piece of furniture like a zombie. He raised his arm slowly, his hand forced into a claw like position and his eyes bloodshot.

"Kisshu-san! What on earth is wrong with you?" Rice yelled and grabbed his raised arm.

Kish turned his face slowly and zombily towards Rice, "Let go of my arm Rice-chan. Now."

Rice let go of his arm. Partly because she was frightened of him, partly because she was a bit shocked he remembered her name.

"Kisshu!" Pai lifted his hand and slapped him across the face, "Get a hold of yourself, baka!"

There was a bit of a pause as Kish, who's face was still twisted in a grotesque way, lowered his arm. Rice folded her arms nervously, a bit annoyed at the fact that all she had to do was slap him

"You WILL be taking Taruto tonight."

This could be my favorite chapter yet. I just really like it. I hope you enjoyed! Oh, and by the way, the definitions for 'san' and 'chan' are taken from article on honorifics. Credit and thanks to them!

Thank you for reading!

-CreamandMonkeys

Nya!

P.S. Because Microsoft Word is a jerk, the credit to Anime news network didn't get…credited. I apologize.

Gosh this chapter is short…and really…fast.