Shuu's eyes snapped open at the crack of dawn. He twisted and turned in his tangled bed sheets, rubbing his tired eyes of the bits of sand. "Mamofaa..." he mumbled as he stretched, drool escaping from his mouth. With a groan he finally got out of bed, feet cold against the wooden floor. The sunrise was beautiful this morning. The silence was a pleasure to his throbbing head. Apparently, fortunately, he was the first one up. He could get started on breakfast without being bothered by his babies and the old man. Silently, Shuu slipped out of his bedroom, wearing his fluffy bunny pajamas, his hair a mess. The door closed with a soft click, and he hurried down the long hall, to the stairs, down those, and to the tiny, cluttered kitchen. "Hmm," he tapped his chin. What food was there to eat? Determined to make a wonderful breakfast, Shuu opened the first cabinet. Empty. The second cabinet. Empty. The third. Frantically, he opened every single cabinet, only to find there wasn't a crumb of food left. "Ahhh, I forgot to get food again?" "Oh well." He grabbed two frying pans off the rack and banged them together as hard as he could. "EVERYONE GET UP!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, a bright smile on his face. "ROLL CALL! BODY COUNT! LET'S GO!"

Hajime

"...999.....1000!" Hajime descended from his hanging position, landing on the floor with some grace. "That's a new record. Damn, I'm so awesome." Hajime grabbed his water bottle, an enormous thing for anyone else, and drank greedily. Even the greatest of martial artists needed to drink plenty. Hajime could down copious amounts of the liquid, too. Just another sign of his superiority. Even in the most mundane of fields, Hajime could eclipse the normals and the casuals. When his thoughts dwelt on the subject of drinking, he realised it was almost time for breakfast. And then he heard Shuu's yelling and banging from outside. Hajime always thought of him as being just a little crazy. He emerged from his room in an orderly, unfazed fashion. "Cool your tits, Shuu. Not everyone's in a state to rise up so early in the morning. Gotta give some slack to the layabouts, ya know?" Hajime's statement was of course far from concerned with the wellbeing of the 'layabouts', as he had so termed them. But it was true; only he had the fortitude to be perfectly awake and ready to receive Shuu's nonsense at this time.

Koneko

Being a cat in human form, Koneko sometimes found himself in very weird places, even in his sleep. Case in point; this morning he was on top of the fridge when he was awoken by Shuu's voice. "Noooooooo" he moaned "so early...I want to nap some more" he complained, not having any idea what had Shuu so up in arms this early in the morning. Not budging from his perch atop the refrigerator, he spoke to Shuu "Don't be meanny Shuu. Only meannies bother sleepy kitties, and I'm a very sleepy kitty." He then started to paw at the air in Shuu's general direction "go...do not noisy things again, I liked that much better" having said his piece, Koneko tried to get back to sleep

Kei

Every single morning, Kei felt like the world was pulling some kind of joke on her. Everything in her room, making it the first thing she saw every single morning was white. Pure, bright white. Her walls were a plain white, her bed sheets and futon, also white. Even her desk and drawers were an off-white color. She just couldn't catch a break from that color, at least until she looked in a mirror and saw her hair (though her white pajamas certainly didn't help matters), or in her closet where clothes with actual color greeted her. Today was only made worse by the banging of pans and the shouting voice of Shuu. Kei squirmed, her eyelids twitching as she desperately tried to keep them closed. But the sound of pans was too much to ignore. Kei pulled the white sheets from on top of her and sat up, running a palm over her eyes before rising. With shuffled feet and a sour expression, pajamas still worn and hair mussed up from sleep, Kei exits her room with the speed and determination of a snail. "Shuu," she said when arriving in the kitchen, still caught in the pre-waking haze, "Knock it off. Not everyone here is a child. This better be important otherwise I'm going back to bed." Kei was still grumbling, which actually wasn't too far off from how she sounded when fully awake.

In the darkness of a nearby closed grocery store, mysterious rustling sounds could be heard. The store was a mess, products and cans all over the floor, a shelf tipped over in one of the aisles. A trail of muddy footprints as if a small four-legged creature had come through... The rustling grew quiet, when suddenly... "Strong nibble!" A small shark-like creature burst out of a large box, hoisting a sizeable bag of rice in its gleaming fangs, a blobfish on his back. "Life is an infinite quagmire of despair and suffering." The blobfish said. "Shhh!" The creature whispered, "We have to be quiet!" "The only reason for my existence is to consume the souls of the dark." the blobfish said, quieter this time. "This rice should be enough for now," The creature said, tipping the blobfish off of his head. It landed with a splat as he flipped the large bag of rice onto his back. The rice bag was clearly much bigger than the creature, but he had no trouble with the burden. "Time to go!" He picked up the blobfish in his jaws, and took off at a meaningful trot. They trotted past the tipped shelf, a product of their endeavours; they trotted past the counter, gleaming coins sitting upon it. They trotted through the broken window of the closed store, the herald of their entry. They trotted through the streets, towards home. A few minutes later... The creature jumped with bag of rice in tow through an open window as Shuu called to wake everyone up. "ROLL CALL! BODY COUNT! LET'S GO!" The creature trotted over to the man's feet, presenting his loot as the others slowly filed into the room. "Shuu-kun!" He said excitedly, blobfish dropping out of his mouth. "I brought us some breakfast!"

The clanging pan, thin strings of light bursting through the cracks of her curtains, all of it was steadily waking Mishi up from the comfort of her bed. At first she took her pillows and covered her ears with them but even that didn't stop the pounding in her head. Eventually she pushed away the comfort of her blankets and streched out across the entire length of her bed. Mishi rolled her legs of the side of the bed and slipped on her comfortable pikachu slippers as she wrapped herself in the warmth of her red, fleece robe. Mishi then proceeded to shuffle down to her door and open it as quietly as possible. The slow trek out of her room was all that was needed to wake Mishi up in order for her to at least be able of coherent speech. "Why must you bang the pans together Shuu?" said Mishi as she pulled a chair out to sit down in. A barely audible sigh slipped out of Mishi as she rubbed her eyes. With the tired out of eyes, Mishi finally realized that Sume-san had brought them food. Though, where he got it was probably best kept secret. "Shuu, you better of had a good reason to wake us up. If not, I swear to my garden that I will kill you with a potato when they've grown." Mishi stated as she glared at Shuu.

"My, why must you be so loud first thing in the morning, Shuu-boy?" The diminute demon said, from behind the guy, seemingly having been there for quite a while now. "Don't you see that the only thing you'll do is make mutts like him," Isabella motioned with her head towards Hajime. "blabber more at us in throughout the day? Have a little mercy towards your companions, please." Isabella said, a little giggle escaping her lips. She walked away from him and went to Hajime, not before bidding good morning to the little creature standing at Shuu's feet. "Good morning, Sume-san." She said, giving a little bow towards him. "And you. Why don't you put all of that bootless muscle to good use and go make me a coffee? I take it with milk and three sugars, darling, if you'd please." Isabella said, her tone condescending as always, and directing a small smile his way. After making her order, with a snap of her fingers, she produced a black chair where she could sit. "And since you are already there, be sure to prepare something for everyone else too. It'd be rude to ignore them, after all."

Amami awoke to the sound of clattering pans and shouts to wake up. She yawned and glanced around her room, which was rather at odds with her professed vocation. Painted a, to her, soothing forest green, and with a few posters of the latest pop idols scattered about, on the exterior it was nothing special. In her drawers were normal girls clothes, and even high school uniforms hung in her closet, nothing to write home about. However, if you spent some time examining it, you'd notice something...off. Namely each of those uniforms hung with a pistol belt, and each of those drawers contained a pair of pistols, magazines stowed next to them. As her tired mind finished registering her surroundings, she walked over to her drawers and got dressed, nothing more than a simple blouse and skirt. Again, nothing to write home about, just a normal set of clothes. Though, again, she had to ruin this facade of normalcy by fastening the pistol belt to roughly where her belt would go if she were wearing real pants. Into these holsters slid the reliable .45 pistols that were her personal favorites of her collection. Highly customized, and gleaming for some reason, and with her name engraved on the slides, they were the fanciest pistols she owned. With a grouping of clips sliding into their places on the belt, she turned and walked from her room and down to meet with the others. Walking in, she announced "Shuu-chan, you woke me up! How dare you!" She rolled her eyes and giggled, and then noticed the demon sitting in a black chair that, at least normally, was not in their kitchen. She rolled her eyes and said "Bella, why are you sitting in the middle of the kitchen? You'll get in Shuu-chan's way." With that, Amami leaned herself on the kitchen walls and drew a pistol, casually twirling it around her finger. Of course, all those other shooters insisted that such things were unsafe, and that it would one day kill people. But nothing bad had ever happened to Amami, so it couldn't be too bad, right?

"Eeep!" Haruko let out a yelp as she was snapped into consciousness by the racket of pans clanging together and Shuu's yelling. She immediately sprang upright in her bed. No trace of fatigue, and without a hair out of place. Unfortunately she was immediately met with an enormous dilemma, the kind that could reshape the very world from this point forward. TO get dressed before venturing forth into the unknown to find out what was so important as to wake everyone, and risk being there too late to help should she be required. Or just go in her current state of merely wearing her pajamas, which was apparently frowned upon in certain circumstances by people. A stigma she hadn't quite gotten the hang of yet. After what felt like an eternity of weighing the pros and cons, which in and of itself could have put everyone in the world in jeopardy for all she knew. But in fact it was only about 1.5 seconds, and ended when she decided to just go as she was, and face the possible consequences of her potential faux pas. She darted with an uncanny speed towards the source of the noise, eventually arriving directly at it's source and staring at Shuu. At which point she spoke with a quickness that would make her words rather hard to decipher and with no real noticeable direction. "What's wrong? Are you alright? Is it my fault? I'm sorry."

Atasuke

It had a been a late night for him; it usually was. Working at a dead end white collar job for an ungrateful corporation often entailed late nights at the office. Company loyalty, they called it. But to Atasuke Yoshizaki, it was just a couple more hours of unpaid overtime. With such a meager income every week, it was no mystery as to why he was living in a small apartment with numerous other individuals; the majority of them being younger than him. It was strange, being the only adult at home. However, he often assumed that his fellow tenants were much older than they looked. He would never ask, though. Isabella especially. He had been filing yet another Thirty Four -Dash- "C" form when Shuu came hobbling down the stairs, wearing the same dopey look on his face as he always did. Atasuke could only offer the kid a clipped nod, shrugging as he was ignored before rubbing his chinstrap beard as he returned his attention to his paperwork. Concentration was key. So when he heard the boy rummaging through cabinets before banging around pots and pans, he couldn't help but turn around his seat and voice his frustration. "Shuu-kun," He began, shaking his head. "You'll make the others upset, and then I'll never get these forms done on-" He was interrupted as everyone seemingly popped into existence the moment he blinked. First, was the tiger shark...creature...thing. The Salary Man didn't know what to think of him; yet he did sense enormous power contained within that little body. Perhaps it wasn't even his final form? Next was the Cat-Boy, Koneko. He seemed to sleep all day and generally wasn't a bother. Late at night when Atasuke got home, he'd often see the feline slumbering on top of the fridge. He idly took a sip from the coffee mug that lay across the table. Glancing at the muscular and formidable Hajime. He didn't know much about the teen, other than he probably took steroids and lifted weights the majority of the day. Kei came down, followed by Mishi, Amami, and Haruko. The four of them were a strange lot, to him at least. For one, all of them didn't really seem keen on talking, and Atasuke never pressed the matter as it would be strange for a grown man to be seen talking with younger women that lived under the same roof with him. There was an awkward silence in the kitchen as everyone came down, with nothing but the sound of a steaming and bubbling coffee pot that sat idly on the counter next to the toaster. "So..." The Office Worker mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Good morning everyone."

Shuu stood there silently, his hands on his hips, watching as the chaos he knew was sure to follow ensued. One by one the group had migrated from their rooms to the kitchen, just as he'd planned. After everyone had finished with their complaints, he spoke. Where to begin? "Good morning, Ata-chan." "As for the rest of you," he examined each one in turn, then cleared his throat. "Koneko, for the last time you are not to sleep on the refrigerator. You have a perfectly good and empty room to use. And you two, Kei--" eyes on the magical girl, pouting, "--and Mishi, you cannot go back to sleep. We need to spend breakfast together, and getting pelted with potatoes would be painful. Bella, please be nice to Koneko, you know how kittens can be. Amami, Bella is definitely in my way, but I'd rather not have a repeat of what happened last time. Haruko, nothing's wrong, please stop apologizing. Finally," he let out a huge sigh, "Hajime, I do not have tits, and the tits that I do not have are very calm. Except for maybe Mishi's tits. She seems rather upset with me." With a smile, he gave the bookworm a wink. "Ata-chan!" He yelled out unnecessarily loud. Might as well all crowd together in one small room for no reason at all. "Come on over here to the kitchen and join us. Looks like we're having rice this morning. Thanks a bunch, Sume-san." He took the bag from the sandshark. "Now, how do you cook this?" Shuu turned the bag this way and that, as if the tiny pieces of rice would whisper their secrets to him. "Ahh, maybe a spell would work! Babluza, mafuza, kazam!" Nothing changed. The rice was still uncooked in the bag. "Okay, maybe I just made that one up. Anyone know how to cook this?"

Hajime

Hajime was awesome, but even he didn't expect the place to erupt into chaos in a few seconds. It was kind of funny just to watch. Then Isabella showed up and started acting like her usual prissy self. She made some ridiculous request for Hajime to make her and everyone else coffee. "Make it yourself, Ojou-Sama, I'm not your butler." He scoffed. The girl insisted on everyone calling her "sama" or some other rot, and Hajime did, but he always did it in the most sarcastic and disingenuous way possible. It always made him wonder, what an apparent 1000 year old demon was doing in a boondock town living in a small house with a bunch of other nutjobs. But that made him wonder what he was doing in this boondock town in a small house with a pack of supernatural freaks. He could probably conquer a continent with his godly powers, so why did he- He realised that Atasuke was saying hello to everyone. "Sup?" He replied. Hajime was a physical god, but he didn't have to be needlessly rude to people. Except for Isabella. Shuu decided to follow up on Hajime's comment, which was amazing in of itself with everyone taking the chance to leap down his throat for his little display. "It's just an idiom, mate." He replied. He had no idea how a guy that pretended to cast magic spells on bags on rice could fail to understand the idea of a half-serious statement. Or maybe he honestly believed he was using magic? That was a scary thought. "You could try reading the instructions. You don't have to be like me to figure out to cook rice of all things." Hajime was still puzzling over what was up with these people.

Koneko hissed "yeah, in the basement! Basements are cold nya! It's because warm go up, so that means that down is cold, and the basement is as down as it goes. If I sleep on the floor, then somebody steps on me...again. If I sleep in someone else's bed, then I get hit a lot...again. The top of the fridge is up, and not in anyone's way, so it's safe and warm nya!" Koneko began clawing at the air in Shuu's direction again "don't be a meany Shuu...or I'll pounce you"

So the gang was all here, well, except for the one who was always tinkering, but chances are he'd show up when the mood struck him. Kei was a bit envious, he got to avoid the noise and the world's most incompetent breakfast preparation. Kei found it best to simply...not involve herself with some of the others. There was Isabella, who often reminded Kei of a villain she had once had several run ins with, but that was surely just a coincidence as the villain actually looked older. There was Sume-san, and anything that walked on all fours and talked was bad news, it was how she got into this mess in the first place. That same logic is why she never really got to know Koneko. Cats were bad news. Catboys? Who could say. Hajime gave her a headache, no one could be that enthusiastic for that long, and the others were fine, inasmuch as they didn't immediately leap out to her as unfriendly reminders of a decade ago. Well, they were fine except for Shuu, but did he really count? "Please tell me you didn't wake us up to cook rice?" Kei grumbled, still loathing the fact that she was ripped from a very pleasant dream in which she ran very, very far away from the talking critter that had something important to tell her. "And stop talking about-" Kei tried to say 'tits' but the only thing that came out of her mouth from trying was nothing. "Ugh. You know what I mean." "We're not just having rice, are we? That's not breakfast that's...wait, do you really not know how to cook it? I mean, Shuu is always useless so it's not surprising...We need water, but I'm not the Blue one so I can't help you with that even if I wanted to." Kei sighed, defeated already and so early in the morning to boot. "I'm an adult and they can't cook rice," Kei mumbles, pouting at the others gathered around.

Amami cocked her head as she recalled the last time she'd tried to intervene in Bella being an obstacle. The repair bill on that incident had grown rather high...though it wasn't HER fault that she'd shot a gas line! Or that Bella had blown away half the house! After all, how could she have been thought to know that flammable gas was going through that line? It was just unreasonable, or at least she thought so. And people rarely argued with her outside the house, not that she realized it was because she carried guns everywhere. She thought it was just because she was that intelligent. As for the imminent issue of breakfast, she holstered her gun in one fluid motion and held out her hands. "Give me the bag, Shuu-chan! I can cook, and you won't even all die!" Cooking wasn't really that difficult, and being that she'd lived alone before this cooking was something she could do. Of course, whether or not it lapsed into "good" was really unknown even to her, but she did know it was edible. After all, she reasoned, if she could cook for the house, then she could save herself a bigger portion, and that was a very appealing idea in her mind.

"If one were to be like you to simply cook that, it'd probably be an endeavor even a baby would be able to perform." Isabella sighed after being scolded about being in the middle. She stood up and made the chair disappear with another snap of her fingers. "Fine. I'm in quite a good mood today, so I will not cause an scene today. As long as my mood remains good, that is." Isabella walked to where Shuu was, standing on her tiptoes to even look at the rice bag he was holding, before the girl with the guns snatched it away. Well, now that Shuu was free... Isabella took the guy's sleeve and pulled on it, almost like a kid would to get their mother's attention. "Shuu boy, now that you are ridden from that burden, why don't you prepare my coffee? You can use this chance to prove others that you can be useful... from time to time." Isabella said to him, a small smile on her face.

"I can help!" The creature known as Sume-san chomped down on the blobfish again, as he trotted to follow the bag of rice. He didn't exactly need sustenance, he had fed during the night; but he was always glad to help his house-mates and he could always eat more. He jumped onto the kitchen counter and reached up to open an overhead cupboard. "I'm sure we had a rice cooker somewhere..." The blobfish slid all the way down his back and fell onto the tiled floor with a gooey splat. "The embrace of the dark is gentle." It said, "Let it embrace your sorrows forever." Sume-san hopped up to open another cupboard, the previous one being devoid of rice-cookers. "Ah!" He said, "I found one!" It was a little bit old, and the plug looked to be in bad shape, but it would probably work. He put the cooker into his mouth and jumped down onto his blobfish. "Mmmm mmm mm" it said, it's mouth clamped down by Sume-san's feet. Sume-san trotted over to Amami-chan. "Here you go, Amami-chan!" He said, standing up on his hind legs to hand the rice cooker to the gunslinger.

"There's no need for that." A voice said in reply to the idea of getting a rice cooker. "Not while I'm around, at least." The voice added. "In fact, there's something which I'd really like you friends to try out for me." The voice spoke once again. Whoever it was had put emphasis on the word 'friends' as though they were trying to feign sincerity; it wasn't very convincing. From under the table crawled out Vernon Thorton Winslow, tinkerer extraordinaire and untrustworthy fiend around other human beings. As always, he was dressed as if he was going outside in the snow, yet for some reason he never seemed to overheat from it. Just why was he under the table anyway? And what had he seen under there? He presented this new invention of his before the others would ask either of those questions. Still on the ground, he dug into his pocket and pulled out some sort of chrome coloured cube with a single, blue button on one of its sides. Vernon stood up, and slammed the cube on the table. "I'm sure you're all wondering what it does... Naturally." He pressed the blue button, and with an distinct click, the cube began to shake. Vernon took a few steps backwards, bracing himself for the almost-inevitable explosion that would follow. But it didn't. Instead, a slot opened up in the invention, and out came a single piece of buttered toast. Vernon was surprised, although he didn't show it in order to maintain his illusion of expectancy. "It makes toast." He announced triumphantly. "Infinitely." "And all of you get the privilege, the opportunity, the entitlement to be the first test subjec-I mean taste testers of this revolutionary invention: The T0@ST3R! Patent pending." He stood, awaiting the response of the group.

Amami bent down slightly and accepted the rice cooker, saying "Arigatou, Sume-chan." Looking it over for a moment, it was then when Vernon came out from under the table. Had...he been there a moment ago? Amami was fairly certain that he hadn't been, but with his crazy inventions he may've been in Norway a moment ago for all she knew. And then came the pressing of the button, with Amami immediately placing her body between Mishi, the one she was most worried about, and the device while her free hand trained a pistol on the invention. She sighed with relief when, instead of blowing up, a piece of toast popped out. However, something about this gave her a bad vibe, most likely the fact that just because it hadn't blown up, didn't mean it hadn't produced irradiated toast or something. "Uhhh...Vern-chan....what did you use to make this machine?" She still couldn't remember what had happened last time she'd eaten something from one of Vernon's inventions, but she was told that she'd acted like a completely different person for the next week. To this day, she didn't dare ask what they meant, for fear it was something embarrassing. She shook her head to get the potential images of what she may have done out of her head, and eyed the toast warily. This could be some elaborate trap, or something worse, just a mistake! It was better when Vernon "messed up" intentionally because that meant, at least, the odds of there being permanent damage were minimal. But in the, not uncommon, event of a malfunction....well, more than a few times she'd had to shoot out wires from across the room, to the point that she'd begun to view Vernon almost like a trainer.

Mishi flinched a tad bit at the appearance of Vernon from underneath the table. She was wary of whatever he was trying to sell them on as she was with most of his inventions. The moment he reached to press the button on the cube, Mishi covered her head and faced away from the possible explosion. Yet, when no explosion came, she uncovered herself and looked out. That was when she realized that Amami was in front of her as if to block the explosion from harming her. Mishi moved from behind Amami and looked at what the invention had made, if anything. Oddly enough, there was a perfectly cooked piece of toast on the table. "Toast? Is it even safe to it?" Mishi asked warily as she went to a drawer. After a few minutes of rummaging about through the drawer, Mishi found what she was looking for. The two foot long tongs she had grabbed were sufficient enough in the pursuit of grabbing the toast off the table. Mishi picked the toast up off of the table with the tongs and continued to set it on a paper plate. "It.. certainly looks edible but I don't really trust it. After all, it came from something you made Vern." said Mishi as she placed the paper plate on the table.