2 a.m. (644)
Tori had always hated scary movies. Why? Because they always resulted in the same thing: nightmares. Of course it had to be Hiyori's turn to pick out a movie to watch that week and, not surprisingly, she picked a horror film. None of the vizard's thought the movie was scary, they even commented on how fake the special effects were. None of that mattered to Tori. It had been scary enough.
Rolling onto her side she glared at the glowing alarm clock on the bedside table. 2 a.m. glared right back at her in bright red. Screw it, she thought as she threw the covers off of her. Running her hands through her boy-cut jet black hair, she made a beeline for the makeshift kitchen on the lower floor of the warehouse. Kensei had been kind enough to loan the young woman some of his spare clothes to sleep in when she did stay the night, which was becoming more and more common. The grey sweat pants hung off of her hips and were much too long in the leg but she didn't mind, even though she stumbled often when wearing them. The black t-shirt was too big as well but was incredibly soft.
The cement floor was cool on her feet as she padded down the stairs and into their kitchen. What the young woman really wanted-no needed, was some tea. Tea always helped her to relax. Rummaging around in the small room she was relived to find that there was just enough loose tea leaves for one more cup. Thank god, she sighed.
"Boo!" a voice said from behind as the owner grabbed her sides. Tori screamed and the tea leaves went flying across the room as she whirled around and used the empty tin as a weapon, smacking her attacker in the head with it.
"OW!" a certain blond vizard yelled clutching the side of his head that had been assaulted. Normally the black haired woman would feel bad for hurting the older but she was not in the mood.
"What the hell is your problem, Shinji?" she yelled, her ice blue eyes flashing angrily.
"My problem?" the vizard exclaimed. "I'm not the one down here makin' tea at two in the fuckin' morning!"
"Well excuse me for having nightmares!" she snapped back as she slammed the tin back on the counter and glared at him. "And now, thanks to you, I'm not goingto get any sleep tonight!"
"Nightmares?" Shinji said in surprise.
"Yes you idiot nightmares," the sleep deprived woman in front of him snapped back. "I tend to get them when horror movies are involved." The vizard's eyes widened slightly and Tori's face reddened when she realized what she'd just said. Quickly averting her gaze from his, she moved to clean up the spilt tea leaves.
"Hey," the blond said as he grabbed her by the wrist.
"Stop it Shinji," she said softly, still refusing to meet his gaze.
"Why'd ya watch that movie with us if ya knew it'd give ya nightmares?" he asked.
"Why do you care?" was her acidic response as she yanked her arm out of his grasp, her bright blue eyes meeting his warm brown ones defiantly.
"Because I care about ya," was his simple reply. The young woman was stunned into silence.
"Now, why'd ya watch that movie with us?" he asked once more, this time moving so he was close enough to her that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. Tori couldn't take it any more.
"BECAUSE I WANTED TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU, OKAY?" she blurted out angrily. The vizard was shocked by this answer. Though he recovered quickly and his signature grin spread across his face.
"Well why didn't ya just say so?" that said he grabbed her and he shunpo'ed them to his room.