Day and Night; Constant Struggles

Shirigana hugged Fluffy, making sure he didn't crush or hurt them. "Are ya hungry?" He asked, grinning. "It's breakfast time." He knew by the locked door that mysteriously unlocked that something fishy was going on, and it wasn't the cat food.

Shirigana poured out Fluffy's milk, rinsed the bowl, and then filled it with a bottle of spring water. "There ya go." He scooped cat food into her bowl. With Fluffy's breakfast made, Shirigana whipped up two fried eggs and a slice of bacon. The face he made on the plate glared at him. Shirigana rubbed his eyes and looked again, only to find that it was probably his imagination. He walked past a mirror and stepped back to look again. Weren't his eyes red just a moment ago? He shrugged, sitting down in front of the TV to eat.

A show came on about bipolar people. Shirigana instinctively changed the channel. A cartoon came one with a Jekyl-Hyde setup. Shirigana changed it again, bringing up a movie about a man trying to escape from a spacecraft. "This'll do." Shirigana said, relaxing in his chair and eating.

Shirigana ate hungrily. It was a strange movie; The main character kept finding more strange devices to help him, and each served a valuable purpose. He focused on the TV.

"That's my hair." Shirigana answered, drinking down his orange juice. The main character took a sharp turn and kicked a hockey-puck looking device around the corner at the charging horde of extraterrestrials. It exploded, but he didn't look back. He just kept running.