Kakashi made sure to go to his own bed, shutting the door before she could join him. His mind had been on killing earlier, even if only for the fact that he hadn't thought about killing in a while. With his track record, he would very well wake up with a full blown chidori covering his hand sometime in the early morning. Usually, he would down a couple swallows of something stronger on nights like this, but he'd ran out of the good stuff weeks ago. Gai was partially responsible for that, and so was Sakura. He just kept forgetting to restock.
True to his nature, Kakashi went to sleep worrying about what the night would hold, and his dreams were filled with terrible, terrible immages. This time, though, he wasn't seeing dead family, friends, or past enemies. No. He saw her. He saw Sakura bruised, broken, sliced open at the middle, throat slit, but still talking. She kept asking why he didn't save her. Where was he when she needed him? It was too late. Orochimaru had done this to her. Kakashi didn't stand a chance.
"Fuck!"
It took a minute to realize the explicative came out of his own mouth.
He hadn't yelled this time. The word was barely a breath, almost inhaled as he awoke, curled around his pillow, sheet, and fitted sheet. It looked like the fitted sheet had a new tear. Time to replace it. His mind focused there, centering on the tear. Something was wrong about that tear. There was a kunai sticking through it. The hand holding the weapon was... his own.
Oh, shit...
What if Sakura had insisted on sleeping next to him tonight?
Kakashi gripped the handle so hard his fingers went numb, then flung it at the wall. He didn't bother aiming, he just wanted it gone. The metal made a dull thud on the carpeted flooring as it landed, but Kakashi kept looking at the sheet.
Who was he kidding, thinking he could potentially have a normal relationship with anyone, let alone a sexual one with her? If he had slept beside her tonight, that blade may have ended up in her chest. His nightmare would become partially true, but it would be his own fault, not someone else's.
Was it a dream, though? Was she really still alive? This wouldn't be the first time he dreamed of the past, only to forget it really happened upon waking. Sometimes it took a couple hours to get his head straight, memories in order, when first waking up.
Nervous about what he might see - or not see - Kakashi got out of bed and carefully, quietly, went to peek through Sakura's cracked door.
Light snores greeted his ears. He pushed it open a little farther, easing inside. To his relief, it wasn't Bull snoring. It was Sakura, sleeping on her back, hair splayed across the pillow, one arm over her stomach, and the other over her head. The sheet had been kicked off and she was left in her sports bra and boy-brief style panties. Her stomach and chest rose and fell with each breath, perfectly timed.
Kakashi still wasn't convinced. He opened his left eye and surveyed her chakra flow with Obito's Sharingan. Her system was almost perfectly at rest. Almost. She was kneading a tiny amount of chakra at the moment, and it seemed drawn to her forehead. He had caught small glympses of this before, but never really studied it. Now could be a good time to do so.
Well, it would have been if there wasn't a darker shaddow among the shaddows in the hall.
Kakashi stared down the shaddow knowingly. This was an ANBU. He could only think of two reasons for ANBU to be visiting him like this. Either they had a mission for him to take despite the fact that Sandaime had taken him out of that scene, or they were here to kill either him, or Sakura. If this was one of Danzo's ROOT agents, it would definitely be the latter option. Kakashi hated the bull-shit in-fighting between the two groups of ANBU, and he knew ROOT still existed despite their official disbandment. A subsect like that didn't just dissolve. They went into deeper hiding while blending in with the Hokage's official ranks. Danzo had offered him a position three days before Sakura moved in. Of course, he said no like always.
The shaddow moved down the hall and into the living room. Kakashi followed silently, remembering to leave the bedroom door cracked the way Sakura liked.
Once in the living room, Kakashi noted two things. One, the shaddow was a bit shorter than him. Either this ANBU was female, or possibly still young; maybe both.
The uninvited guest then turned on a lamp. This was strange behavior. Both mission orders and "retirements" could be handed out in the dark efficiently.
"What is it?" Kakashi broke the silence first.
"Had to check up on you," the young man answered honestly, showing trust by removing his bird shaped mask. It was still unpainted.
Masks weren't painted until after the person came home alive from their first S-ranked ANBU mission. Kakashi recognized him by his voice before the hood and mask were removed. "Minato-sensei, you were right to hide yourself."
The blond looked like he'd been crying. "I didn't mean to put you on edge."
"Sandaime-sama took me off ANBU a couple years ago. Seeing an agent made me wonder if Danzo wanted to retire me permanently."
"Well, I can't speak for him," Minato replied, face sour. "Why are you out?"
"I don't know. Not to gloat, but I was his third best opperative. He wants me to be a teacher now."
"How's that going?"
"I've failed two teams on their first days already."
"Kakashi-"
"I'm not you!" he hissed, remembering quickly to keep his voice low. After all, Sakura was sleeping. "I'm not cut out for turning academy weaklings into killing machines."
Minato stayed silent for a moment, thinking before he spoke again. "Don't you remember all the times I saved you from killing? I saved your life a few times, but, mostly, I killed someone so you wouldn't have to."
"Yes, and I'm still thankful for those reprieves."
"So, do that for them."
Kakashi shook his head. "It's more than that. These kids they're putting out there... One team turned on each other. Another followed orders to the letter, no improvisiation. How can they be ready? Idiots."
"If I remember correctly, your team worked against each other until you learned how to use them to gain an advantage. You were completely self-serving. That was even after you'd been in the field for years, passed off from one team to the next for being a rule follower, able to leave someone behind if saving them got in your way. It's a wonder they didn't put you on solo-missions sooner, or retire you behind my back."
Kakashi hung his head. The whole thing was true.
"Kakashi, I'm sorry," Minato stepped a little closer. "I didn't come here to throw your faults in your face. I just wanted to be sure you were all right."
"What happened right before you came here?" he asked, indicating the tears in his mentor's cloak. "Those look singed."
Minato was grateful Kakashi didn't mention the state of his puffy eyes or cracked voice. "I watched my own death. Mine. Kushina... I won't be fast enough to protect her, no matter what. If I live, she dies, and so does our baby. If I die with her, at least our baby will be alright. He will be alright, won't he?"
"He is... a bit short on friends right now. Worse than I was. But... I have been told he will grow to be a very well liked, even loved, man. He will turn out alright. Better than I could hope to be."
"What about you? You know you mean just as much to me as my son."
No, Kakashi didn't know that. He always figured Minato just put up with him because the Third made him do it as a test to pass before becoming Hokage.
"Surprised?" Minato attempted a smile. "Come on, don't pretend you don't know what you mean to me... unless... I should shut up now."
"Sensei, you're overwhelmed. You can stay here for the rest of the night."
"Thank you," Minato let a sigh of relief wash over him. "Is Jiraiya home?"
Kakashi always noted that Minato never spoke Jiraiya's name with any honorifics. The two were close. Closer than sensei and kohai should be, and it bothered Kakashi a bit. He refused to call Minato without the honorific of sama or sensei. He never heard anyone else do this with their mentor unless they did not respect them. Jiraiya's other students always called him sensei. Minato, though, was almost always at ease with the man. It was like they were close family or something. But, Jiraiya was a Hatake, and Minato went by the same last name Sakura was using in public to differentiate herself from her true family, the Haruno. Kakashi's eyes narrowed in on Minato a bit. There were definitely some Hatake traits there, which would explain his ability to travel to the future and back again to his own time. Kakashi felt he was missing something important.
"Kakashi? What is it?"
Kakashi decided to be blunt about it. "You never did tell me exactly why you can travel to the future. You must be decended from the Hatake. Are you and Jiraiya-sama closely related?"
"He never told you?" Minato looked a little confused. "Maybe he figured I would."
"Tell me what?"
"He and I are first cousins," Minato stated matter of factly. "We grew up together almost like brothers most of our lives until my sister died. He arrived to Konoha first. I went a little farther into the future, and he and your dad found me. I was actually living with your dad for a couple years before you were born. Then I moved in here for a while with Jiraiya. Like you did after your dad died."
That's when some of Jiraiya's words came back to him. He said that if Sakura hadn't come here, neither would he or Minato. What did she have to do with it? "Do you know anyone by the name of Namikaze Sakura?"
"I think I'll just crash on the couch now," Minato replied swiftly.
"Who is she to you?" Kakashi asked, having learned that trick from watching Minato use it on Kushina when he wanted to avoid a work-related fight with her.
"Uh uh. Nope. That's one you'll have to get out of Jiriaya or figure out on your own."
Kakashi got right on top of him, looking over the man's blue eyes, slightly upturned nose, sharp jawline, higher forehead that he hid with his hair cut and hitai-ate. "She's your mother."
"I didn't say it. You did," Minato smiled for real this time, poking a finger in his chest.
Kakashi walked back down the hall and pushed Sakura's bedroom door back open, staring at her. They'd had unprotected sex a couple months ago. Could she be pregnant? Would she tell him if she was? Would she even know by now? Was Sandaime-sama right about her three years ago?
"She's not expecting," Minato's voice whispered near-by. "You would know. There's a scent change not long after it happens. I learned that when Kushina brought Mikoto over. Mikoto was going to break the news to Kushina, but I commented on her scent change before she could say anything. Your nose is better than mine. You would know."
Kakashi calmed himself. Jeeze. He knew Sakura could skip out at any moment if she chose to try and learn her kekke genkai again. Who the hell was he to think that he and her would possibly be the parents of Namikaze Minato, the Yellow Flash, the Fourth Hokage? "Don't scare me like that."
"You scared yourself," Minato corrected. "Got a blanket I can use tonight? I can make do with the throw pillows, but I like to have a light blanket or sheet even in the summer."
Just like Sakura, Kakashi thought to himself. Instead of commenting, Kakashi went to the linnen closet and pulled out a sheet and an extra pillow. Around this house, you never knew when you'd need extra bedding, including pillows. Hatake ancestors had used this particular location for many, many generations as a safe haven. The house was rebuilt many times over the centuries, sometimes smaller, sometimes bigger. This place was handed down specifically with the intent of catering to those out of their own time without awkward questions or wild explanations that might get the time traveler locked up in a mental institution by others. The Haruno had their own safe havens, and Sakura's childhood home was one of them, though she didn't know it, probably. To her, they were just family passing through from Moon Country to say hello. Kakashi knew the Haruno women would be time traveling again in the future long before she even learned such a thing was possible.
Kakashi went to his room and pulled out an old tank top and pair of jogging pants to let his sensei borrow for the time being. Sakura probably wouldn't like to wake up to the sight of a fully uniformed ANBU curled up on the couch. That would probably be more awkward than automatically knowing it was Naruto's father.
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Boy was Kakashi wrong. He'd tried reading at his desk for a little while, but fell asleep in the chair. Thankfully, the little bit of drool that accumulated landed on his arm and not the book, but that didn't matter to him at all right at the moment of waking. Sakura was yelling with joy. She was yelling "Naruto!"
"No, no wait," Kakashi heard Minato practically yell back. His voice had to be raised to break through to her.
Kakashi was in the living room in a flash of speed, right about the same time that it hit Sakura that it wasn't her old team mate staring at her. Same coloring, different features. Her shoulders slumped the moment Kakashi caught sight of her.
"You're not here to take me home, either, are you?" she asked with a bit of a sniffle.
"No, I'm sorry," Minato reached out to touch her arm. "You've still got to do something here. I don't know how you got here, but I know whe're you're going. You'll be just fine. Maybe I can bring Naruto to visit you?"
"No," Sakura shook her head, pulling back. "Leave him out of this. If he never learns he has a kekke genkai, he'll be better off for it. The whole world will. It's bad enough he can create so many shaddow clones at once."
"Umino Iruka says otherwise," Kakashi commented, announcing his presence. "He said Naruto can't create a single one. Not a useful one, anyway. That's why he still hasn't graduated."
"Oh, just you wait. He'll learn how," Sakura warned. "When he does, it'll be his biggest advantage for a while. He can use it to cheat on time when training, too. The Rasengan took you guys a long time to figure out, but with you and Yamato watching over him, he'll use that army of clones to perfect it in a fraction of that time. He'll be the one to apply natured chakra to it."
Sakura fought back a tear. She didn't realize just how much she missed Naruto until she saw Minato on the couch. He had been sleeping until she got excited and screamed with joy. In these years, she was not allowed to visit Naruto. He had always been good at detecting lies, and he might talk about her to her younger self. Sasuke was accepted company because he knew how to keep his mouth shut about personal affairs. She wasn't relavant to their training at a unit now because they weren't a unit yet. She wouldn't be relavant in the future, because that was Kakashi's job. He might privately ask Kakashi about her in the future, but not in front of Naruto or her younger self.
"Who's cooking breakfast?" Kakashi asked, breaking the awed silence coming from Minato. "Me, the usual cook, or Sakura, or you, Sensei?"
A key twisted the lock on the front door.
"I guess we're plus two now for breakfast," Sakura commented at Kakashi.
"I hope people are home and hungry," the booming voice of Jiraiya entered.
"You've been gone for two years, and you have food?" Sakura asked. "Then you get to cook for all four of us!"
"Four?" Jiraiya looked over the top of his grocery bags at the three of them. "Make that five. I picked up a rather confused girl on the way back. She was looking for the Uzumaki household and got turned around. She asked me for the Uchiha household next. Then she started to ask about the Hyuuga, and I asked her if the Hatake home would be suitable for breakfast while we figured out what we could do to help her. The girl rather liked the idea of seeing the Sixth Hokage today, if he was home."
Struggling behind him was a girl of maybe ten or eleven, practically dragging two loaded bags of food. Her dark hair threw them all off at first, but there was no denying Minato's blue eyes set brightly in her pale cheeks... her pale, whisker marked cheeks. Minato and Sakura shared a knowing look. Marks like that only came with housing at least part of the Kyuubi. Was she a jinchuriki? Did she know what those marks signified? What people would do to her if Jiraiya hadn't found her? Even Kushina had enemies just for being a jinchuriki. Naruto had it worse. This girl, though, was smiling happy. She, also, got talkative when she saw the group of three staring at her.
"Aunt Sakura! Rokudaime-sama!" she greeted cheerfully. "And... who are you, sir?"
"I'm...family," Minato settled on that answer at first. He wasn't sure if she should know about him.
"You don't look like my family," the girl studied him closer. "Well... I guess you have the same hair and eyes and tan my dad has."
Realizing that neither Kakashi nor Sakura could ask the kid's name without seeming strange after the way they'd greeted her, Minato asked for them. "What's your name?"
"You first," she crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.
Minato smiled through the little stab of pain he felt when he realized she was reminding him of Kushina. "Minato."
"Minato what?"
"Haruno Minato," he slipped. Well, maybe she didn't know Sakura's heritage. What would his honesty cost him in the eyes of Kakashi and Sakura, though? They knew him to be a Namikaze or Hatake, not Haruno. Technically, he never confirmed anything about his parentage to Kakashi the night before.
"Uzumaki Himawari," she bounced and waved at him. "Nice to meet you."
"It's good to meet you, too, Himawari-chan."
She looked at him with her head cocked a little.
"What is it?"
"Well... You're not my family. Anybody who's not my family always calls me Himawari-sama 'cause of my dad. You don't. Why?"
She wasn't upset with him, but confused it seemed. Minato had to think on the spot. "I'm uh... I'm not from here originally. You know the Haruno live in Moon Country. Who is your dad?"
"Uzumaki Naruto, of course! He's the Seventh Hokage, you know!"
"Yes, I know that," Minato lied. "But I am family, though. If Sakura is your aunt, you know she's a Haruno by birth, right? And, I'm a Haruno, too. So, can I call you Himawari-chan instead?"
"I like that better anyway," the girl agreed.
"Good. You go get cleaned up in the bathroom and do whatever you girls do that takes forever. We need to get started on breakfast. Me and Jiraiya are going to cook for everyone."
"I hope you cook better than my dad," the girl told him. "He can pretty much bake a cake with instructions, but nothing else that isn't microwaveable."
"I promise you we can cook better than that," he winked at her. "My wife has yet to refuse a home made meal I've cooked. Not once."
"You better be telling me the truth. My mom's a really good cook. She makes the best pork ramen ever!"
Another little punch to the gut. "Go get cleaned up, please."
Kakashi sat down beside him, commenting softly so that Sakura wouldn't hear, "You would have made a wonderful father. You handled that well."
"That girl is my grandaughter," Minato perked up a little. "I guess this gives me an excuse to go see Naruto. I can take her back to him."
"You'll have to tell him the truth," Kakashi mentioned. "You'll have to break it to him that his daughter can at least travel back in time, and she didn't know she did it. Besides that, how will you know what point to take her to?"
"I have a simple method for that," Minato looked at him. "It's called asking her to remind me what day it is. I take her forward a little at a time, check a news paper with each stop, and dial it in from there. Easy."
"Thanks for making me feel like an idiot."
"I called you that last night, didn't I?"
While those two chatted nervously about Minato going to see his son's accomplishments beyond creating a pretty daughter, Sakura drifted into the kitchen to speak with Jiraiya. He already had the rice and eggs boiling in their respective pots. While those cooked he started putting away the rest of the groceries he'd brought.
"You already knew to bring extra," Sakura commented. It was more of an accusation, really.
"Minato needs to decide just how much he wants to change things himself," Jiraiya replied. "So far, he has decided not to gather extra information or to do anything too far above standard. Sure, he will be Hokage instead of me, when the time is right, but he's not being careless. I knew he would be here, because I sent him here to recover. An older me did, anyway, and said older me told me I would need food for five people today."
"Do you have any idea what bringing that girl here could do? When I left my time, Naruto was forced to marry my best friend, also a blond. That is not her daughter."
"Are you saying I brought her here?" Jiraiya turned to her. "So what if I did, at some point, teach her to use her gifts?"
"You wouldn't even know about her existence if she didn't come here today," Sakura commented.
"Or, maybe I brought her here to show you some hope. Something changed in the future or the past. Something changed, and that girl I brought home is proof of a happier tomorrow. I talked with her a lot on the way here. She told me the name of her mother, and her brother, and your husband, and your daughter, and a whole load of other names I'm not going to remember off the top of my head right now."
"Being that she is Naruto's daughter, I left when he was with my friend. Maybe they don't work out either and he ends up with that girl's mother."
"What you told me, and what that girl has blabbered about are two very different things, Sakura," Jiraiya held a finger to her face. "The future you left is not a possibility right now. It has been changed, for the better. You won't have to marry Kakashi."
"If that were true, I would be different, wouldn't I? I would be different or never here to begin with," Sakura stated, staring him down. She knew good and well she could tear this man to pieces if she wanted. Sennin or not, Jiraiya knew she had learned from the one person he feared most... Tsunade.
"When one future is eleminated, anyone from that future caught in the present or past, will be stuck in the new chain of events unless they succeed in undoing the change that cause their time to cease to exist in the first place. You are stuck. Settle in. This world will have two of Haruno Sakura for many years to come."
Sakura bolted out the kitchen door, suddenly needing fresh air. Even if she decided to push and push at learning to time travel, it wouldn't matter now. She would never get to know exactly what happened. Minato wouldn't take her to any time, because she no longer had someone in the future to potentially miss her. Her younger self was well taken care of at the moment, and she certainly couldn't impose on her biological family despite the fact that she probably didn't need to keep that a secret any more.
Jiraiya knew who the currently 11 year old Haruno Sakura would be marrying, and it certainly wasn't Kakashi. She wondered who the man would be. How did they meet? Why would she want him? How would he be brave enough to ask her out... her, the student of the Fifth and Sixth Hokage. Would she even be Tsunade's apprentice?
"Aunt Sakura?"
She shoved down the confusion and lost feeling to put on a brave face for the girl. "Yes?"
"Is Uncle Sasuke still home? Sarada and Boruto were talking about him maybe going away again for a few days, but I found something at the store with Jiraiya-san I wanted to give him for his birthday tomorrow."
So... the men were still holding up pretenses about what year it was? Well, Sakura was going to burst the girl's bubble right now. Uncle Sasuke? Sarada? Boruto? She might be calling Sasuke uncle because he was a friend to Naruto in the future. Boruto sounded like an idiot had named him. Sarada, however, sounded like a name Sasuke would come up with. This girl had absolutely no idea what she was doing, talking about these people like this.
"Himawari-chan, come sit with me, please," Sakura patted the spot at the top of the steps beside her. "I have to tell you something very important."
The girl had the first traces of apprehension on her face as she slowly did as Sakura asked.
"I'm not your Aunt Sakura, and those men aren't quite who you think they are, either," she admitted.
The girl started to tense up more, looking a bit ready to bolt.
"We love you anyway, though," Sakura assured. "You see, your dad doesn't know it, but his dad was a time traveler. It's a special blend of two other kekke genkai. It seems you have that gift, too, and you came back in time to us. Minato lied to you. His name is Namikaze Minato."
"That's my grandfather's name," Himawari whispered.
"Because he is your grandfather. The Sandaime is still alive. Kakashi isn't your dad's teacher yet. If you don't believe me, walk out back with me and look at the mountain. Look at how quickly you got lost just trying to go home."
"I thought that was a genjutsu Inojin was practicing on me," Himawari nearly whispered, looking down at her feet.
"Listen, we're going to eat breakfast, and you can talk about your family all you want. Then Minato is going to take you back to your dad. They will work something out to help keep you from doing this accidentally again. You get to tell people about your adventure here today all you want when you go home. Here, though, you have to be careful what you say. You can only tell Kakashi, Jiraiya, and me about anything from the future."
"Why?"
"Because we don't want people to mess it up, and it's our job to make things right."
"Hey, Sakura," Minato stuck his head out. "What do you girls want to drink? Food's almost done."
"Almond milk, please, Grandpa," Himawari beamed up at him.
"Same," Sakura added, not looking at him.
Grandpa wasn't a word he was ready to hear, but he kinda liked it, knowing it came from his biological grandchild. If it was any other kid of this generation, he would have been offended. It seemed Sakura told her the truth, and the kid took it well.
"Don't call me that in the open, Himawari-chan," he warned. "Not until we get you home, and only in front of your dad."
"What about Boruto and Mom?"
"Is Boruto your brother?"
"Yes."
"Then that's alright, but he has to make the same promise. Just you two, your mom, and your dad can't know about me being... around."
"Promise," she hopped up, ran over to hug him, then went on inside to sit at the place Kakashi pointed to.
Minato stood out on the deck a little longer, staring at Sakura. She hadn't moved since he came out to ask his question.
"You might want to come in before it gets cold," he suggested.
"Who are your parents, Minato?" Sakura asked instead, still studying the boards she sat on. "I know you're one of the twins my father used to tell me about. Hatake and Harutno bloodlines combind, both kekke genkai passed into you and your sister. I was pretending to be asleep when you and Kakashi looked in on me. I heard everything. You asked him if he knew what he meant to you. You didn't deny that I'm your mother..."
"The man I grew up knowing to be my father," he answered in all seriousness, "was called Hatake Jin. My mother was called Haruno Meiko."
Sakura looked up at him, struggling not to cry or break something. "Then what the hell is my purpose here? Am I supposed to just keep on working for Sandaime-sama until he dies? Then what? Am I supposed to sit out the war? Am I supposed to sit back and let Nagato destroy Konoha?"
"Nagato?" Minato's eyes widened. "Please. Please, just stop talking. Ask Jiraiya, or... Or I can grab an older Kakashi when I take Himawari-chan home to come back here and talk to you. Something... I don't know. I just... I know an older me changed things up legally to ban the forced marriages you spoke about. The topic came up and was dealt with. That's why that girl in there exists. We will find you a place you like here and now, one where you can continue to have a positive impact on things until..."
"Until certain things I know are comming no matter what our personal sittuation may be happen," Sakura cut in. "I can't sit it out while Kakashi dies protecting my friend. I can't sit it out while Naruto is almost robbed of Kurama. I can't sit it out when the Five Great Nations join up to stop the world's ending! I can't afford to get weak while hiding from everything! I can't stand the thought of sitting here, waiting for Kakashi to come home so I can patch him up again! I want to do something truely useful!"
"You will!" he shot at her, raising his hands. "I need you to keep on doing whatever it is you're doing with Kakashi. What we talked about last night... It's like he actually cares about people again. He cares about the students being sent to him. Before you, they wouldn't have meant shit to him. The mission was god, and team mates were expendable. He knows he can't just throw those kids to the wolves in order to complete a mission now. You've done something to him, something good."
"Well it's already done. Can I please go to some other time without him in it? Before I get too much more attatched?"
"But... Sakura..." he sat beside her, nearly whispering so that the others couldn't hear. "I know you might not like this, but I need you to be atatched to him. So do Jiraiya, and... well... a lot of people. From what I am starting to learn because of Himawari-chan, your feelings for Kakashi can be the catalyst to save our world."
"My feelings for him, no matter how strong, can't make a difference in the world at large. It can only affect me, and him."
"You're wrong," he smiled at her. "You are so very wrong. You'll see that one day. I don't know when, exactly, but it will happen."
The door opened again, and the girl yelled at them, "Your food is cold already! It's not nice to let good food get cold!"