After being shown to their rooms, Kadaj sat down on his bed. "Brother" Kadaj said. Yazoo turned to him. "Do you think miss Katara is happy?" Kadaj asked. "Yes, brother. I think she is" Yazoo smiled. "The Lifestream, what do you think it's like, brother?" Kadaj asked. "I'm not sure" Yazoo shook his head. Kadaj rolled onto his side and looked out his window. The sun shone brightly, the birds flying past his window, the ocean glittering with light of the sun. Kadaj felt something gently rub his shoulder and he jumped up. "I'm sorry, Kadaj. Did I scare you?" Yazoo asked. "No" Kadaj shook his head. "Another rule of being strong Kadaj. It's okay to be afraid sometimes" Yazoo sat next to him. "What were you doing, brother?" Kadaj asked. "Your arm and leg. Do they still hurt?" Yazoo asked as he felt Kadaj's arm. "A little" Kadaj answered. "Brother, take off your clothing" Yazoo stood up.
Kadaj was a bit confused by his request, but did as he was told. Yazoo examined his partly naked brother. The bandages on his wounds didn't help much. There was dry blood that had ran down Kadaj's arm and leg and his bandage was red with dry blood. Yazoo didn't notice this until now, when they changed their clothes at Katara's house, they were in different rooms. He turned to Kadaj's clothes. The same color of dry blood from the fight. Yazoo looked to the door at the left side of the room and then back to Kadaj. "Brother, why don't you wash up" Yazoo suggested. Kadaj nodded as he tried to take off the bandages, but failed. "The next rule of being strong, is to let others help you when you need assistance" Yazoo walked over to him and helped him with the bandage. He gasped at what he saw. There were several deep piercings in Kadaj's shoulder, still sore from the bite. "I never knew it got like this. I should've taken better care of this" Yazoo whispered to himself. "What's wrong, brother?" Kadaj asked. Yazoo shook out of his thinking and looked to Kadaj. "Nothing" he smiled. He helped Kadaj to the bathroom and started the water. As Yazoo did this, Kadaj looked himself in the mirror. His hair was messy, his skin pale, there was a small black line circling his eyes, he looked terrible. He sighed. "Ready?" Yazoo asked. "Yes" Kadaj answered as he removed the cloth that was tied together to cover his groin.
"It's a little hot" Kadaj looked to Yazoo as the water beat on his chest. "Here, you control the temperature with this dial. Right to hot, left to cold. To turn it off, you push it in" Yazoo turned the water a little bit left. "Also, you should bathe with this. It's supposed to cleanse you and make you smell better" Yazoo handed him a bottle of blue liquid. "What is it?" Kadaj asked. "It's called body washed" Yazoo answered. "Okay, thank you brother" Kadaj opened the cap. Yazoo smiled before closing the door behind him. Kadaj took a bathing brush off the wall, sqeezed the bottle and the blue liquid fell onto the brush. Remembering the necklace, he took it off and set it on the sink before starting to brush himself. A small dog noise made Kadaj jump a little. He looked near the bottom of the shower curtains. A black dog noise was sniffing around the rims. The nose lifted and he could see two yellow eyes through the blurred curtains. Kadaj backed away to the wall of the shower, the eyes and nose reminding him of the bandersnatch. A set of sharp teeth grabbed onto the curtains and partly pulled open the curtains. Kadaj closed his eyes. The animal whined a small bit, asking for him to open his eyes. Kadaj peeked open his eyes to a grayish wolf in front of him. It tilted its head and sat down outside of the tub. "Don't hurt me" Kadaj held his arms. The wolf layed its head on the rims of the tub. Kadaj leaned down and slowly put his hand out to it. The wolf sniffed it and licked it a bit. "Fenrir" Kadaj whispered.
It looked up at him and perked its ears up. "Your shoulder" the boy's voice came. Kadaj looked down at his shoulder to the red bite marks. "It's nothing" Kadaj put his hand to it. The wolf jumped into the tub, letting the water wet his fur. Kadaj drew his hand back as the wolf looked up at him. It jumped up and set its paws on Kadaj's shoulders for balance. Kadaj fell backwards. "Different, different from others. A burden that you carry" it said. "Different?" Kadaj thought. "There is one like you, one who was once lost and still is" it pressed its head against Kadaj's cheek. "Like me?" Kadaj whispered. "So much chaos, all that is happening is hard to understand" the wolf let go and jumped out of the tub. "I am, confused" Kadaj looked to the side. "You're still a child, you have much to understand in the world. Stay close to your brother, and you'll make it through" the wolf looked back at him before phasing through the door. Kadaj sat in the tub for a long time, looking down at his shoulder, which was back to its regular tone and the bite marks partly faded, the pain gone.
"I am, a child" Kadaj whispered slowly to himself.
Yazoo looked down at Kadaj's Souba. It was covered in blood, but part of the blade still showed silver. "His rage, it powered the sword" Yazoo picked it up. He set the sword near his bed before getting up and leaving. Coming back a few minutes later, Yazoo picked it back up and took a cloth out of his pocket. Setting a cup of water next to him, he began to clean the sword. As the filth cleaned off, he saw his reflection. His hair was a little out of place, his eyes still a vibrant green, his skin as pale as his brother's, he smiled a little. "My little brother knows how to fight" Yazoo thought. He sheathed the sword and turned to his Velvet Nightmare. "Only four shots left" he thought. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a case of bullets. As he refilled the gun, he looked out the window. "The ocean, why's it so big?" Yazoo thought. "Another question I wonder. To Kadaj, I must be intelligent, but deep inside, I have so many questions to ask" Yazoo sighed. Looking over to Kadaj's clothes, he set the gunblade down and walked over to them. "I should get these cleaned for brother" he picked them up. Yazoo walked out the room and down the hall. Heading his way, was a young teenage maid. "Hi there. Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked with a sweet smile. "No, I was going to wash my brother's clothes" Yazoo shook his head. "I can wash those for your brother. It'll only take an hour" she suggested. "Can you do that?" Yazoo asked. "Sure" she chuckled. "Thank you" Yazoo handed her the bloody clothes. "You're welcome. Are these the only clothes he has?" she asked. "Yes" he nodded. "Well then he can use this robe" she handed him a blue robe. "Thank you" Yazoo thanked her and went back to his room.
Kadaj opened the door as Yazoo walked back into the room. "Brother, can you hand me my clothes?" Kadaj peeked his head out. "Your clothes are going to be washed, but here's a robe" he handed him the robe. "How do I put this on?" Kadaj asked. "I'll show you" Yazoo opened the door and stepped in. He helped Kadaj stick his arms through and tied the waist. "There" Yazoo said once he was done. "It feels strange" Kadaj looked down. "It's because of your clothes change. Your black clothes are a little tight, but this robe is flowy and soft" Yazoo explained. "It does feel a little more free" Kadaj looked at the sleeves. Kadaj walked out of the bathroom so Yazoo could take his shower and layed on the bed. He was tired and wanted to sleep after all of the action earlier that day. He uncovered his bed and layed down, closing his eyes.