.:Sunako:.

Sunako leaned back, her hazel eyes fixed on the wide screen before her, yet her mind was elsewhere. She was locked on that damn creature of light. A filtered scream emitted from the television drawing her from the darkening void of her inner thoughts. Jason was moving silently across the screen, machete locked in his hand. She had completely forgotten she had been watching T.V. She had forgotten about Jason.

'Damn him, damn them all' Slipping back on her bed she closed her eyes. It was still early, she could start breakfast now and be done by the time those blinding creatures would wake up, and she would be able to return to her dark sanctuary without much contact. Groaning softly she pulled herself to a sitting position, Saturdays where an awful thing. Why in the world had anyone created them? Saturdays meant an entire day with those creatures. Trudging to the door she poked her head into the hallway…No one. Which was expected, it was far too early for them to be bugging her…yet?

Groggily she mad her way to the kitchen, pulling out a large wok, setting it on the lit stove. Shuffling around the kitchen she grabbed rice, sugar, and various other ingredients as they where called for.

As always Takenaga was the first down, his hair was tussled slightly as if he had just ran his fingers though it. Next were Yuki and Ranmaru, with Kyohei bringing up the rear. Everything seemed to be panning out as the morning progressed, until.

"Ranmaru and I have plans after breakfast" Takenaga explained.

"OH! Me too!" Yuki cried, honeyed rice sticking to his chin.

Sunako wiped a damp hand towel over the wok's surface. "Whatever" she muttered as she continued to ignore them.

"What about you Kyohei?"

"I have plenty of things to keep myself occupied" he retorted.

"Alright, alright calm down it was just a question" Takenaga replied as he folded the newspaper placing it on the chair beside him. "Besides I'm sure Sunako would like some company"

"Doubt it"

Sunako turned; her long slender fingers gripped the edge of the counter. "No I would NOT like company, especially his" she growled as stalked out of the kitchen.

.:Kyohei:.

Yuki sniffled "Scary…" he wined.

"It' aright Yuki" Takenaga soothed, "She's just not a morning Person"

"Not a morning person, my ass!" Kyohei cried, pounding his fist on the table. "I didn't want YOUR company EITHER" her cried in her general direction, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Kyohei" Takenaga warned.

Kyohei tossed his head back defiantly. "There is NO way I'm apologizing" he declared.

Ranmaru cast him a wary glance.

"SHE started it!" angrily he pushed his chair back stalking back to his room. Muttering under his breath. It was her fault, she was the one who was always complaining, and SHE was the one who refused to help them out by just posing as a damn lady so they could get the free rent.

Was it really about the rent?

Or was it her?

Hastily he shook away any and ALL thoughts of that notion. It was not her, it WAS the rent. He told himself finally. And it was her fault he had to pay it. Sulked he slipped to the corner of his bed. His head cradled in his hands. It was her fault he decided. All her fault.

.:Sunako:.

Angrily she slammed her fist into her pillow, why in the world would she WANT to spend time with that blinding creature. Why doesn't he run off with one of those damn fan girls of his. They crave his attention and yet he was here, with her. Groaning she turned her attention to her slasher film. Blood filled the screen, followed by a blood curdling scream. A thin smile spread across her lips. She was back in her sanctuary, her dark gory blood filled sanctuary. And best of all…No creatures of light.

Sprawling out on her bed she focused on the flashing lights of the T.V. Finally the dark void of her thoughts was beginning to fade. No more thoughts of Kyohei, no more menacing dreams. Nothing. Yawning she turned lazily on her side closing her eyes. The last thing to enter her mind was the filtered scream from Jason's latest victim.

.:Kyohei:.

Maybe he should check on her. It had been at least three hours since breakfast. And there had been not a sound from her room. Pulling himself to a sitting position he tossed his long legs over the edge of the bed. What could she have been doing for three hours? Slowly he made the trek to her room.

"Sunako?"

"…"

There was no reply. Gripping the door knob he swung the door open slightly, there was no piercing scream for him to get out, no hissing or yelling… Silence. "Sunako?" he asked again, peering into the darkness. The T.V flickered as a stealthy killer slid across the screen, Sunako lay curled on her bed, her long ebony hair sprawled over her small, pale shoulders. Her hand tucked carefully against her elegant body. Kyohei was transfixed.

Was it just about the rent? He asked himself. Or was it her?

Carefully he leaned forwards brushing her bangs from her delicate face. She stirred slightly, shifting her weight.

Maybe…he thought…just maybe it was her…