Bang!
"Oh, joy on earth," Kaze Hatake mumbled. She was lying on her stomach, on her bed, in a T-shirt and shorts, a manga in front of her, grumbling about how gloomy the day was. "And it's raining..."
"Kaze?" came a voice from her door. "You okay?"
"Why do you need to know?" Kaze called back. She buried her head in the doona. "Ohh..."
"Because," the voice began, "I know how you get on these kinds of days. I just wanted to make sure that you're not about to throw up or something."
Kaze groaned. "That happened one. Time. Get over it!"
"But that one time was pretty bad..."
"Fine," Kaze mumbled. "Come in."
The door opened and her older brother, Kakashi Hatake, came in. "You look terrible," he commented.
"Just shut up," Kaze grumbled.
"You need anything?"
"Nah, don't think so." She sat up and yawned. "Sleep, maybe."
Kakashi sat down on the bed beside her. "What are you reading?"
"A manga that Maria lent me." She closed the book, showing him the cover.
"Noragami," he read. "What's it about?"
"Ah, something about demons and gods and stuff. It's actually pretty cool. Hiyori keeps getting pulled out of her body and it's really awkward for her because her body is unconscious. She got hit by a bus."
"Ow."
"Yep." There was a crack! from outside and Kaze flinched. "Damn, I don't like thunderstorms one bit."
Kakashi raised his eyebrow. "Are you actually scared of something, Kaze?" he asked teasingly.
"No," Kaze shot back. "I just don't like them."
"I think you're scared of them~" Kakashi's voice went up in pitch as he poked his sister's shoulder. "I think you have astraphobia~"
"I do not!" Kaze raised her voice.
"You do so~"
She punched his arm. "Shut up, I do not!"
"Ow..." Kakashi rubbed his arm. He looked down at it to see the skin already turning red. Kaze has a mean punch. He looked up at her, at her smug smirk. He sighed and she picked up her manga, flicked through the pages and started reading where she left off.
Kakashi leant back on his hands and looked around the room. It was a simple room, with lilac walls and basic furniture. Kaze's katana was hanging on her wall, looking like a simple ornament in its sheath. Faintly, he remembered how it looked in his mother's hands, with chakra the same colour as her sparkling violet eyes gleaming off the metal every time it moved. That chakra was the reason she was known as Konoha's Violet Samurai, with her flaming red hair tied back into a ponytail, and the Bloodline Blade on her hip, she was absolutely beautiful.
Kakashi looked at his sister, and thought for a moment. Her hair, exactly the same length and colour, was hanging in loose waves over her shoulders and down her back. He swung his legs up onto the bed so he was facing Kaze's back. He reached out and took her hair in his hands, dividing it into three and twirling them together.
Kaze lifted her head. "What are you doing?" she asked suspiciously.
"Plaiting your hair," Kakashi murmured back.
"Whhyyyy?"
"Because I can."
"Okay?" She raised an eyebrow, but went back to her reading.
There was silence as Kaze read and Kakashi plaited her hair, only broken by the rustling of paper as Kaze turned the pages.
"You're astraphobic~"
"I am not, goddammit!"
