The day slowly dawned and Ken, sweat-soaked and partially terrified sat up in his bed, looking around. When only soothing darkness greeted his eyes, the gray of dawn slowly setting in did he relax. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself, one hand gingerly resting on his wounded shoulder. He paused a moment to wonder if he should get up, and when the pain shot up from his leg when he tried to stand he bit back a yelp and stayed seated.

' I have no idea how I'm going to survive tonight...' he thought, and slowly laid back down, staring at the ceiling until slumber claimed him again.

When Omi didn't hear Ken clunking around in the kitchen, he knew that something was wrong. He made breakfast nonetheless, looking around for any signs of Ken inhabitation in the kitchen. There was nothing to clean though, which meant that Ken had never made it down here.

As Omi puzzled this, Yoji trudged into the room, yawning, smelling faintly of beer and sex. Omi crumpled his nose and shooed Yoji with a spatula.

"You take a shower first. Or else you won't get food from me."

Yoji looked flabbergasted and his mouth hung open in a struggle to find words.

"You heard me. Shower or no food. It's your choice," with that, Omi went back to cooking.

"Only for you, Omittchi, only for you. . ." Yoji grumbled as he stalked off to the showers.

Omi smiled a little triumphantly, and continued to cook in a lighter mood. When Yoji returned, slightly damp but smelling much better, Omi gave him a cheerful smile before dumping food onto a plate. Yoji fell on it, eating ravenously. Omi sighed and sweatdropped, knowing exactly what causes Yoji's appetite in the morning...-_-b

When Ken still didn't make his appearance, Omi began to seriously worry and dispensed all the food, giving Yoji a "Don't eat it," look before heading up toward Ken's room. He met Aya on the way, and the two looked at each other for a moment.

"Don't bother to wake Ken up," Aya said. "He gets to take today off so he's ready for the mission tonight."

Omi was stunned into silence and watched Aya's retreating back for a while before coming back to reality. He was sure he heard the red-haired assassin right but, it was weird for him to let someone have a day off. Omi sure hoped that Aya would take the brunt of the girls today, because he sure wouldn't. Omi turned around a traced the path he took up the stairs heading down and walked into the kitchen, to see that Yoji had actually NOT eaten all the food and Aya was enjoying his share. Omi sat down as well, and they sat in silence because Ken wasn't there to argue with Yoji as he was apt o do on weekends. Omi squirmed uncomfortably, and finished his food quickly, and picked up the pans and began to wash them and his plates just to fill the silence. Aya slowly stood and walked to the Koneko and checked inside. Obaa-chan wasn't there as she usually was, and there was a note left on the cashier in her handwriting. Aya picked it up and read it over slowly, before putting it back down and walking back into the apartment. He regarded the two other members of Weiss coolly before stating, "You two can relax. We all have the day off."

Omi and Yoji's mouths were hanging open, but then Yoji cheered and Omi smiled happily. Aya just shook his head and went over to the living room and made himself comfortable on the couch, taking out a book to read. Yoji flopped down on the other side and turned on the television, flipping through the channels. Omi ran up the stairs and Aya could hear the door to his room slam, Omi obviously going to attach himself to his computer. Aya could barely stand the sound of the TV and when he headed upstairs, Omi was blaring music as well. Aya ground his teeth in frustration and went to his room. looked at it and its proximity to the noise and retreated further down. The only room left was Ken's...he wasn't certain if he should, but he was certain he could explain so he crept into Ken's room, closing the door behind him before turning on a small desk lamp and beginning to read in the comforting silence with only Ken's steady, unbroken breathing breaking the silence.