Taiyo and Fushigi finished up their morning munch of peanut butter spread on toast. There was, however, a difference in their finishing. Taiyo was one huge chomp, while Fushigi nibbled daintily.
Taiyo looked at the green clock sitting on the wall.
"Well, looks like I'd better get ready," he said to Fushigi.
Fushigi looked up from his book titled "The Giant Big Book of Sudoku" that he was scribbling in with a pink pencil.
"Oh, all right. But I was just coming to the end of the puzzle marked Hard x10," Fushigi pouted.
"There will be time for that later," Taiyo said as they clomped up the stairs.
Taiyo slipped into his uniform, Fushigi adjusted his bowtie and polished his cane. Suddenly they heard a rumble. Taiyo looked outside. The sunny only just a few minutes ago sky had suddenly darkened.
"Oh dear," said Fushigi.
"Looks like it might rain. I'd better pack my umbrella," Taiyo said. "Now. Where did I put that thing?"
Taiyo searched and searched. Searched and searched meaning checking all the normal places where junk tended to accumulate: under the bed, on that puffy white chair, and in that corner of the room that was home to the dust bunny family called the Howards.
A sudden shock of inspiration hit Taiyo. "Ah! How about my closet? I haven't checked there yet!"
"Jeez, Taiyo. I simply cannot believe that you can't keep things organized. I mean, an organized person can find things a lot easier then you can. You know, just the other day I organized your paper clips into piles of red, blue, green-" Fushigi's lecture was cut off by a giant crash.
He turned around to see Taiyo's closet doors open, with Taiyo buried in a pile of more junk at the bottom of the avalanche.
"Oh.... I just can't seem to find it-" Taiyo began, when his black umbrella popped down a bonked him on the head. "...anywhere."
"Taiyo!" Fushigi yelled. "Goodness gracious! You are just the most disorganized person I have ever met!"
"Well, at least I found the umbrella," Taiyo replied, rubbing his head. His head turned to his clock. "Oh shoot! We have to go!"
"But Taiyo! You can't just leave this mess here!" Fushigi said.
"Yes, actually, I can. And I will. Come on!" he ran out the door carrying his umbrella and a grumbling Fushigi along with him.
Taiyo began a brisk walk along his usual path to school. A few sprinkles of rain hit him as he neared the big apartment building. As he got closer, two figures came into view. Coming even closer, Taiyo recognized them as Isan and Mizu.
"Ohaio, guys!" he called, running over to them.
He stopped in front of them, catching his breath.
"Hey," he panted. "What weird weather, huh?" He looked down to their hands. "Forgot your umbrellas? Oh, I've got one. I don't know if we can all fit under it, though."
