I thought I was supposed to be Youngest 5

"Alata..." Eri whined loudly, "come on, huuuuuurrrrryyyyy uuuuuuuuupppp!"

"I'm trying, Eri-chan..." he rushed to try and keep up with her as she raced through the forest, toting the big bag of dress clothes she'd forced him to bring.

"Try harder!" she finally found where she was looking for and stopped, not seeming to notice how he tripped in alarm and collasped under the entire load, "here we are...Alata, what're you doing on the ground?"

"No paticular reason..." he struggled to his feet, "why did you want to come out here?"

"Because the fresh air makes it easier to breath, and easy breathing makes me feel much better!" she did a little twirl, giggling like a little girl would, and yanked open the bag, "esco!"

Alata didn't mind having to dress up as a police officer.

It was pretty cool to be an alien.

He was humored by being asked to dress up as a ice cream man.

But a princess was where he got uncomfortable.

"Uh...a princess?" he inquired softly, and she suddenly had him sitting on a large rock and was pulling out a dress. Gosei Red questioned why a grown man had that once in his closet.

He really, really did.

But right now he was more concerned in not having to wear that.

"We can both be pretty princesses!" she bubbled as she grabbed his hands, "let's go buy stuff to make it happen!"

"D-demo..." but he knew this wasn't a fight he could win.

Not when she looked at him with those eyes...

Agri wasn't exactly in the best of moods after getting his undie-clad bottom lite up by Gosei Pink, and it just got worse when Moune found out about that.

"Agri, I know you're better behaved than that," she shook her head in disappointment, "what has gotten into you?"

"I...I..." tears were streaming down his face in record timing, and she pulled him to her chest.

"Don't cry...just be my good boy, okay?" she stroked his hair gently, and he nodded and clung to her neck like the child he was, "sounds good. Now...how about some ice cream?"

"I want ice cream..." Hyde slurred from where he was waking up on the bed, and she scooped him up her free arm.

"Esco," she carried the two children out with smile, completley unaware of their glares behind her back to each other.

"Oh, come on," the five year old little girl rolled her eyes a bit at her friend's sulking at the reciet, "it was all just 212 Earth dollars."

"You say just..." he stuck out his lower lip in a pout, but she chose to ignore it as they returned to the little patch of forest, near a stream.

"Okay, you first!" she thrust him the dress, and he reluctantly ducked behind a tree to pull it on over his clothes.

He became aware of two problems VERY QUICKLY.

1.) Those clothes were waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too tight

2.) She kept trying to get him to take off his other clothes to put on the dress.

"Eri-chan..." he squirmed and whined, "I'm a guy...I can't let you see me without pants and a shirt!"

"Then just duck behind the tree!" she threw her tiny little hands in the air, "come on, Alata! Pllllleeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssse?"

She broke out those doe eyes again, and he reluctantly struggled out of the dress and ducked behind some bushes.

"I want vanilla, Moune-san!" Agri was riding piggyback now...or was. Now he was on her shoulders and was pushing her bangs in her eyes as he tried to see everything in the ice cream cart.

"Agri-chan..." she laughed a bit at him, taking his tiny little ankles and holding him upside down, "you can have what you want. Now, go find us a place to sit."

She set him on the ground gently head-first, and he rolled to his feet easily, giggling as he dashed off. Gosei Blue snorted a little in her arms and buried his face in her chest.

"I want butterscotch," he spoke softly, and she gave him a little kiss on the forehead, much to his pleasure.

"This...feels really wrong..." Gose Red did not know why he let Eri put him into these sitiutions.

She'd forced him into a yellow puffy dress that was still way too small, and his feet were somehow squashed into some clear boots. She had his hair messed up from her 'fluffing', and she had white latex gloves over his arms. Makeup was smeared across his face...

He looked and felt like a complete and total baka.

"Can...can I change back now?" he gasped his pain, but she took his wrist instead.

At least she looked pretty. She had on a matching puffy pink dress, her feet in clear plastic and arms completley covered in the gloves. Her hair was in pigtails with fancish ribbons, and she was smiling.

There was no question on who was the boss as she dragged him into town for pictures.

Author Note: Poor, poor Alata...LOL :)