A/N: Okay, I know this really really sucks, so flaming isn't necessary. I just really wanted to get this out there, because I love Shiawase Kissa Sanchoume a lot, and I'm in a really big fangirl mood (when am I not?) so… Yeah, I'm sorry if the characters are OOC and anything else! If I have time, I'll go back and fix it….probably.

Disclaimer…thing: I don't own Shiawase Kissa Sanchoume, just my own characters.

This is the place, huh? I thought, staring up at the cute school. Little kids played in the sand, ran around on the grass, and various other games. I would be spending a year here and then I would spend another year in America, with my uncle.

I adjusted my left pigtail and hoisted my bag on my shoulder before entering the school. I went to my assigned classroom and observed the mess. A middle-aged woman, the teacher I assumed, was picking up crayons from the floor.

"Ah, you must be Yukimura-san!" She said when I cleared my throat.

"Nice to meet you. And Kotone's fine." I smiled.

"I'm Hoshiko Fukui. Thank you so much for volunteering." She continued, cleaning up more fallen toys. I listened to what my daily duties would be and how the class was structured. "But for now, could you please look after the children? It's recess now and as you can see…" She gestured to the chaotic mess on the floor. I nodded and left, sitting on a bench outside.

There didn't seem to be any fights going on and no one was crying… but there was a little boy who was sitting alone. He had a poker-face, but he still seemed sad. His face was slightly flushed.

Poor thing. I rose and sat beside him, using my bag as a backrest. The grass was warm and soft.

"…Who are you?" He said, after about five minutes of silence.

"I'm Kotone." I said, smiling widely.

"Your hair's funny." He said.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I reached into my bag and pulled out a small jump rope. "What's your name?"

He pointed to the nametag on his uniform.

"Jirou-kun?" I said.

"I'm Jirou Nishikawa. Six years old." He held up his left hand and placed his right index finger on the palm.

"Nice to meet you." I said. I ran through the stuff I loved as a kid, such as Pokemon, Sailor Moon, Totoro… I wonder what he likes? "…Do you like Pokemon?"

Jirou shrugged.

"…Totoro?" More shrugging.

"Ah… Jewel Sentai?" His eyes lit up. "I see. What do you think of Blue Sapphire? She was always my favorite."

"I like Black Onikiss."

"Can you do his… pose?" Jirou stood up and did the Black Onikiss pose…. Thing. "Awesome!"

"Ah… Kotone!" Fukui-san called.

"I'll be right back, Jirou-kun." I left my bag next to him and jogged to Fukui-san. "Yes?"

"That boy… he has a weak body, and he gets a fever easily. I don't want him to get too excited." She said, looking sad.

"Oh, okay, I'll be careful. But… just because he has a fever, doesn't mean he should be bored to death. He's a lot tougher than you think." I said as respectfully as I could. Please don't fire me…

"Well… okay, just look out for him." I nodded and returned to Jirou, who had already begun ransacking my bag. He had found the Jewel Sentai DVD and was staring at it.

"Do you want to watch that?" I said, kneeling next to him. He nodded. "Do you know any other kids who like Jewel Sentai?"

"Sakuramochi does, but she's absent today."

"How about next time she's here, I'll let you two watch it together? Does that sound good?" I said as Jirou nodded. I started to repack the toys, chalk, and other items Jirou had discarded. I suppose I should've taught him to not go through people's things but he looked so lonely, I couldn't make myself scold him.

I sat next to Jirou the rest of the day and listened as he recounted every episode of Jewel Sentai (A/N: I'm pretty sure Jewel Sentai is supposed to be Power Rangers, and it was a show when I was little… so I'm assuming it's the same in the Shiawase Kissa Sanchoume universe…) and all of his favorite moments with Black Onikiss.

By the time the bell rang and it was time for everyone to go home, he looked a lot happier.

"Bye, Pig-girl." He said. Pig girl? …Is it because of my pigtails?