Duran-kun and Kiyo-chan's Omake Theater!
(featuring the Searrs family pet)
Alyssa Searrs yawned. The real problem with a body that matured at a natural rate was that it got too tired too early. It was very difficult for her to manage the Searrs Foundation's operations in the Fuuka region of Japan with a 9:00 bedtime.
And social-studies homework.
"It's time to start getting ready for bed, my lady."
"I can stay up a little longer, Miyu," Alyssa pouted at her android companion.
"That wouldn't be good for your health," Miyu countered gently. "You know that you're prone to catching winter colds, and if you are over-tired it will compromise your immune system. Also, you have a teleconference with the Mumbai and Nairobi branch offices tomorrow scheduled for your lunch break and you would not want to offer them any advantage."
"But I'm not ti—" Alyssa's protest was cut off by another yawn. She gave up and sighed, reasoning that once again her body had sabotaged her mind's case. Miyu, at least, did not smirk, nor give any indication that she was aware of any humor in the situation. There were good reasons why Alyssa preferred the company of the android girl to other people. "Oh, all right."
She closed her books, then brushed her teeth and changed for bed. Miyu tucked her in, snugging the blankets up around her shoulders. She rested a cool hand on Alyssa's brow and gently stroked the girl's hair away from her forehead in soft, light caresses.
"Good night, my lady. Sleep well, and have happy dreams."
"Good night, Miyu."
The android walked to the door, switched off the lights, and left the dorm room. When she was gone, Alyssa spoke up.
"Artemis, acknowledge command authority."
~beep?~
"Rotate orbital angle twenty-seven degrees towards me. Activate laser transmission set for maximum dispersal/minimum beam cohesion, power output ten watts."
~beep~
The small, gold-colored satellite, currently maintaining a geosynchronous orbit three feet over Alyssa's desk, adjusted its angle of inclination so that Alyssa could see the barrel mouth of its cannon.
"Fire."
The tip of the cannon began to glow with a soft, golden light.
"Maintain continuous output until 6:05 a.m."
~beep!~
Alyssa closed her eyes, snuggled a bit into her pillow, and let sleep take her.
Outside in the hall, Miyu, having heard the entire exchange, commenced walking back to her own dorm. She would not mention this in the morning, since for some reason, despite Miyu's cultural data indicating that it was not an unusual event for children Alyssa's age, she did not wish Miyu to know that she preferred to sleep with a night-light.