Knock knock knock.

"Come on, Kaze,wake up!" Kakashi's voice was muffled through the doorway. Kaze's eyes flitted open and she immediately shivered. She curled up into a little ball under the bedclothes. It was freezing, absolutely freezing, and all she was wearing was a t-shirt and shorts. Stupid me, she thought to herself, huffing on her hands to keep them warm. "Kaze, get up already!" Kakashi's voice came again. Kaze groaned.

"What time is it?" she managed to say.

"Nine."

"What day is it?"

"Sunday."

"There! It's our day off, now lemme sleep," Kaze's voice drifted off as she spoke as sleep threatened to pull her under again.

"Day off or not, you need to train," Kakashi was persistent. Annoyingly persistent. "Remember? Training? The thing that we do every day? Ring any bells?"

"Go away," Kaze mumbled. That's when Kakashi just went in. Opened the door and walked up to the shivering ball under the doona cover that was Kaze, staring down disapprovingly. "Hey! You can't just come in here!"

"My house," Kakashi replied, glaring down (with the glare that sent the other three-quarters of Squad #7 running) at her. "I can do what I want."

"Your house, maybe, but my room. Ever heard of this wonderful thing called privacy? It's a really nice thing to have."

"Get up," Kakashi rolled his eye. "Come on, get up," he persisted, poking his sister's shoulder. "Time to train, up up up!"

"Leave me alone already."

"Not until you get up." He poked her shoulder a little harder.

"It's our day off!"

"Which means we have all day to train." Now he started shoving her shoulder, making her rock back and forth.

"'Day off' means 'day of rest.' Now go away!"

"Up up up!" This time he grabbed the cover and pulled it back, exposing Kaze's shivering body.

"Jeez!" Kaze exclaimed, grabbing for the covers. "It's freezing!" She pulled them over herself again. "At least turn the heater on, why don't ya?"

"Not unless you get up."

"I'm not getting up until you turn the heater on."

"I'm not turning the heater on until you get up." Kaze poked her head out from underneath the doona, and the siblings glared at each other. "Seems we've reached a stalemate," Kakashi noted.

"Apparently," Kaze agreed. They stared at each other, neither one willing to give in. "Here's an idea," Kaze said. "Why don't you go and turn the heater on, now, and I'll get up?"

"Now?" Kakashi asked incredulously.

"Now," Kaze confirmed. "That sound good to you?"

"Sounds good," Kakashi nodded, and left the room. Kaze shivered for a few more seconds, before throwing back the covers and hurrying to her drawers. Seeing as Kakashi was going to drag her out to training, she may as well dress like she normally did. She she quickly got changed, gratefully zipping up her jacket as she heard the heater hum to life and tugged her hair out of its plait. She stood in front of the mirror, dragging the brush through all the knots and returning it to its usual state: long, wavy and not unlike fire. She tied it up into a high ponytail, her fringe falling down the side of her face, grabbed her katana and headband and proceeded downstairs. Kakashi was sitting in the loungeroom, reading-

Kaze glared. He was reading those goddamn perverted books again. "You've gotta be kidding me," she said, making Kakashi jump. He quickly put the book away, avoiding her stare, and focused on the toast in front of him. "I still can't believe you read those." She walked towards the kitchen.

"Well," Kakashi muttered under his breath as she passed, "it's not my fault you don't know good literature-" he was cut off as Kaze slammed her fist onto his head. "Ow!"

"Good literature?" Kaze bellowed. "How the hell is that good literature?" She stood there, glaring at him with her hands on her hips as Kakashi rubbed his head. "Tell me that, huh?"

"Ow ow ow ow ow..." Kakashi mumbled. Seeing that she wasn't going to get an answer, Kaze turned on her heel and made her way into the kitchen, taking out some slices of bread and slamming them into the toaster.

That's when the sky opened up. Literally, or so it seemed.

It happened so suddenly, it just started pouring. Thunder rumbled and lightning crackled, lighting up the darkened sky. Kaze peered through the kitchen window, lifting up the blinds to get a better look. "Wow," Kaze said to herself. "Looks like the weather report wasn't exaggerating when it said massive thunderstorms." She turned back to Kakashi, a triumphant smile on her face. "Ha!"

Kakashi, still rubbing his head, looked at her. "Ha?" he repeated.

Kaze's smile fell, and she gave him an annoyed look. "Seriously?" she glared. "There is no way that I am getting pneumonia in the name of training. Can I go back to bed now?"

Kakashi sighed. "I see how it is," he mumbled to himself. "You think that because it's pouring rain outside, not to mention the thunder and lightning and fierce winds, that you can get out of training because there's no indoor training areas." He thought for a moment. "Well, I guess you're right."

"Yes!" Kaze fist-pumped. "I can finally watch that movie that I bought the other day!"

"Movie?"

"You wouldn't like it, trust me," Kaze waved him off. "Maria's supposed to be coming over today to watch it with me, but that may or may not happen because of the weather... oh well!" She grabbed her toast, quickly buttered it and bounded upstairs to her room. Kakashi watched her go, smiling. When he was sure that Kaze wasn't coming down any time soon, he pulled out his book again. While he was reading, he remembered that Kaze was usually bounding to go out and train on a normal day.

He put his book down as he pondered this. He looked out the window at the gloomy weather, and remembered how their- mother was always down in the dumps when the weather was like this, too. He smiled again and laughed a little. I guess her looks aren't the only thing she inherited from mother, huh? he thought. Still smiling, he picked up his book and continued to read. Funny, huh sis?