Someone jabbed at my arm. I let out a grumble as I cracked open my eyes. I stared angrily at Max.

"What?" I shot at her. It was far too early to be awake. Shouldn't she know that? Her eyes narrowed in annoyance, but she only held up a bundle of fabric.

I launched myself off of the sofa and stared at the clothes in amazement. Clothes? I had clothes. Why would I need more clothes? I only needed one set of clothes.

"I thought you might want to change into something else." She explained.

I fingered the white, baggy, sack like material that hung off of my lean, wiry frame. It should have been white, but it was now stained with mud. There was a patch of sauce from dinner. There was some blood from my hunting. I hadn't realized it until now, but they were filthy.

I took the bundle from Max, "Thanks." I mumbled. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes. Along with the bundle, she gave me a pocketknife as well. My eyes narrowed in suspicion, but I kept my voice level, "What's this for?"

She gave me a strange look, "For your tail. I'll let you change. Just tell me if nothing fits you."

She strode out of the room, leaving me alone. All I had was clothes and a pocketknife, but somehow, they felt precious. Special. With a start, I realised that these baggy clothes were all that I had ever worn.

Carefully I spread out the clothes on the sofa. There were some old baggy jeans and some shirts. Some were even brightly coloured. Wrinkling my nose, I discarded these. Just the mental image of me walking around in yellows and purples was enough to make me laugh.

I tried on a lot of the darker coloured clothes. Eventually I ended up with a dark gray shirt and close fitting black jeans. I wasn't sure who they had come from, but they were mine now. It was probably clothes that nobody ever wore. The jeans were probably Max's. I couldn't imagine her wearing them though. The shirt was probably Iggy's, or maybe Fang's judging by the colour… I couldn't really tell. I wasn't sure if it would fit either of them. The brightly coloured objects (if the monstrosities could be called that) probably belonged to Nudge. Or maybe Angel. They were too small for me anyways.

Cautiously I opened the door. Max had been waiting right in front of it. She stared at my clothing, "That's it?" She asked.

I shuffled uncomfortably, "Do I need anything else?" I asked uncertainly.

She paused thoughtfully, "Maybe a few more shirts. Does anything else fit?"

"No."

"We can buy some clothes for you lat-"

"Kira!" Nudge pleaded, "Hurry up! I'm starving, and Iggy won't start cooking breakfast without you! He's just coming to wake you up! Are you ready or not?"

"Don't worry Nudge, she's ready." Max said with a tired sigh.

I let Nudge drag me away. She gave a startled yelp when we almost crashed into Iggy.

"Slow down there!" He protested, but Nudge only started to talk, words shooting out of her mouth at an astounding speed, "I'm sorry Iggy! I was just bringing Kira over, you see Max gave her all our old clothes to wear and she had to pick some. She took a really long time! I mean, a really long time! Now that she's all dressed and has new clothes can you please start breakfast because I'm so hungry!"

He laughed and ruffled her hair, before turning his head in my direction, "So you got new clothes?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but Nudge was already on it.

"Yep! Max gave her a lot of clothes, but she only picked a shirt and some jeans. Kira's wearing Max's old jeans, the skinny black ones that Max didn't like, and one of your old shirts. Remember that old grey one you said was too small for you? Now Kira has it and she's wearing it right now. She's got a hole cut in the pants for her tail and-"

"Why don't you tell Iggy how my hair and eyes look today Nudge?" I suggested sarcastically. Unfortunately for me, Nudge couldn't recognise sarcasm.

"Kira's hair is very straight and it's dark. It's all tangled and it's very long. It goes all the way down her back! Kira's eyes are dark too, they're narrowed now 'cause she's glaring at me and-"

I gave a sudden laugh.

"Nudge, I was being sarcastic!" I exclaimed.

Her face took on a crestfallen look, "Oh." She said quietly.

After a pause she said in annoyance, "Iggy does that too."

"Maybe if you give him a good slap the next time he does it, he won't do it again." I suggested, giving Iggy a teasing glare.

"Kira's being sarcastic now Nudge. You should hit her." Iggy ushered Nudge towards me and she stared up at me in confusion.

I playfully bared my fangs and backed away from her, "Don't do it Nudge, Iggy'll tickle you!"

Iggy gave a wild whoop as he scooped Nudge up; she gave a delighted shout as I chased after Iggy. He ran about the room, darting this way and that. It took an immense amount of effort not to laugh, but I stood still. Iggy continued to dart around.

"She's not even moving!" Nudge shouted happily.

"That's not fair!" Iggy protested.

As soon as I started to creep towards him, Nudge clutched at Iggy's neck, "Run Iggy! Run!"

But it was too late, I had already leapt. Iggy gave a yelp as he tumbled to the floor; I pulled Nudge away from him. I was careful not to touch her wings, letting them drape over my arm. She was surprisingly light. I had always been very strong, but I could barely feel her weight at all. Quietly I crept away, leaving Iggy to stand in the middle of the room. He was probably listening for me. Nudge gave a giggle and his head swung towards us.

"You gave us away! I should give all of you lessons on how to be quiet!" I laughed as I evaded Iggy's clumsy attempts to catch me. I darted around the room, Nudge laughing the entire time. Iggy never looked blind. Even when he was chasing me. It should have been slightly creepy that a blind person could move so well, but it just looked natural. It was strange. My thoughts wandered over to what had happened last night. Firmly, I pushed them away.

After a few minutes, Iggy gave a huff and threw his hands up in surrender, "Alright Kira, you win!" He said loudly.

With a laugh I put Nudge down, "We beat him Nudge! We did it!" I told her cheerfully.

"Speaking of lessons, shouldn't we be cooking Kira?"

I gave a nod and followed Iggy into the kitchen. I leaned against the counter as Iggy rummaged around in the fridge. He pulled out a box and placed it beside me. He gave a sudden frown, "Kira, you've never cooked before have you?"

"Oh no, they let me cook all the time at the School. Every day they'd give me a stove and I would cook giant feasts."

He gave a chuckle, "Well, I'll start you off with some eggs. That's easy enough. Now, what we're doing right now is frying. I'm going to fry an egg, and then you're going to try."

I watched as he cracked an egg open. The inside bits fell into a bowl.

"That yellow bit is the yolk, now you try."

I took one of the eggs and smashed it against the counter. Iggy gave a wince as he heard the loud cracking sound. I gave a groan. It was all over my hand and I did not relish the feel of the yolk slipping through my fingers.

"That didn't sound good."

Hesitantly Iggy touched the counter. His fingers brushed against my mess and he wrinkled his nose, "That isn't good. You don't need to hit it that hard. You're trying to break the shell, not destroy the egg!"

I snatched another egg from the box and tapped it against the counter. Iggy gave another groan, "Not that gently! Just tap it hard enough to break the shell, but not hard enough to destroy the kitchen."

With a supressed snarl I broke another egg. With difficulty I prised my claws into the crack running through the shell and pulled it open. Ha! I'd done it! It wasn't that hard after all.

Iggy just frowned again as he asked, "You put it into the bowl, right?"

I stared blankly at the egg.

"I was supposed to put it into the bowl?" I asked uncertainly.

"How about I fry the eggs and you watch?" Iggy suggested.

For a few moments there was silence as I watched him. My thoughts kept turning back to last night. I shifted uneasily, "Iggy, about last night, I'm sorry about what happened."

Iggy gave me a perky smile, "What about last night?"

"I asked you about being blind. It upset you. I didn't mean to hurt you."

I had never been good at apologizing. I hoped that I was doing it right.

"Don't worry about that, I don't think about it that often."

"Oh. That's good." What was I supposed to say?

"I did think about it a lot last night, I probably wouldn't have thought of it, but since you reminded me I had nightmares about it all night and when I woke up I was so happy. I'd forgotten about it, but now that you've mentioned it…"

I cursed my stupidity. Great. Here he was being incredibly nice to me and I had to go and mess everything up again! Could I do anything right?

Iggy froze and he whispered, "I can still remember the knives piercing into me. I begged them to stop, but they just…"

His voice trailed off. He looked just as miserable as I felt.

"Could you pass the paprika?"

"What?"

He pointed to a bottle full of something red. Wordlessly I put it into his hand.

"It's a nice shade of red." I said tentatively. Perhaps I could distract him?

A shudder ran through Iggy, "Red. That's the last colour I saw. There was so much blood. I could smell it for days afterwards."

Oh god. Shit. I was just about to collapse onto my knees and beg his forgiveness when Angel ran into the room. She fixed Iggy with a stern glare and demanded, "Iggy! Stop being so mean to Kira!"

"What?" Iggy said innocently, "I'm showing her how to cook eggs."

Angel gave a disdainful sniff and took my hand, "Come on Kira. Let's go."

"But we're making eggs." It almost came out as a wail.

"I want to show you something." She insisted.

When I allowed myself to be dragged out of the kitchen, I heard Iggy give a chuckle.

"What did you want to show me?" I asked. It was good to be out of there.

She turned around gave me a strange blink, "It's a surprise."

I suppose that her blink was supposed to be a wink…

A/N: It's been a while hasn't it? Don't worry, I don't have any more trips planned, so things should be running smoothly between this fic, Ringwraith's diary, and Edited from now on! Hopefully… You know how erratic I can be!