The sun was setting slowly over the horizon, painting a beautiful aura of colors into the sky. Kat smiled and looked around. In the forest, it was the perfect background scenery. Had she brought a camera with her, she may have taken a picture. But Hart had insisted on leaving it at home. So she hadn't taken it from the coffee table, where it was charging.
Birds tweeted in the distance. Kat looked up at the ones that were flying overhead. Red ones, blue ones, green ones, there were lots of them. She smiled and continued to walk.
Footsteps were soon heard right behind her. That was odd. From what Hart had told her, no one else ever came into the forest because no one else lived in it. Kat whipped around. She couldn't see anything, but she could hear the footsteps coming closer. The brown and blue-haired girl readied herself with a stick, which she held as though it were a sword, and kept her eyes ahead of her.
She didn't have time to react before both herself and Yuma were on the ground in a ball.
"Ah! Yuma! Get off of me!" Kat yelled, tossing Yuma off herself in the process. The pink and black-haired boy hit the ground with a thud, then looked up at Kat with innocent crimson eyes. The cat-green ones that stared back were not so innocent, rather angered. She scowled and helped Yuma to his feet. "What are you even doing in these woods?"
"I was just, uh...taking a walk."
"Bull crap. What were you really doing?"
"Okay fine. I was following you home."
Kat looked stunned. She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Why?"
"Because, I worry about you. Something could happen to you."
"Uh..." Kat felt herself blushing now. "Well that's sweet of you Yuma but I don't need constant protection. I can take care of myself." She turned away and continued to walk. Yuma stood there for a second in a frozen state, thinking of how Kat had managed to knock Shark around a bit earlier, and debating on whether he should follow her or not.
He began to follow her anyway.
They wound through the forest, treading down the path Kat had made earlier today when she went to school. Soon they were in a clearing, where the cabin was. Kat walked onto the porch and opened the door. She turned, staring at Yuma. Leaving the door open, she walked inside. Yuma gulped and followed, closing the door in the process.
"So Kat, is it okay if I stay here for a while?" Yuma asked, keeping his eye on Kat as she walked to the kitchen. She shrugged and opened the fridge, grabbing two grape sodas and tossing one to Yuma. (Thank god he caught it)
"I suppose so," was all she said before shrugging, opening the can and taking a large drink.
"KAT!"
Kat whipped around and shrieked as Hart jumped on her in a hug. Grape soda went flying everywhere, staining everything it touched light purple. She giggled and pulled away long enough to put the can down, then lifted Hart into the air. "Next time, make sure I don't have a soda in my hand."
"Whatever." Hart rolled his eyes and put his head on Kat's shoulder. Yuma smiled. It was no wonder Kite stayed around Kat. She and Hart got along perfectly do to her childish nature, so it was pretty great.
Yuma smiled again and sat on the couch, flicking through the TV channels. Kat let Hart down, who scampered off to play with Yuma, and went to go find Kite. With a smile, Hart began to try taking the remote from Yuma's hand. He held it up high, out of his reach, and continued to flick through the channels. "Wait until I find something decent to watch," he said.
Hart crossed his arms and growled. "Fine."
Bouncing sounds were soon heard from the stairs, followed by semi-rapid footsteps. Kat came whooshing around the corner, yelling "MAKE ROOM ON THE COUCH!" and barely giving Hart and Yuma enough time to move before she came crashing down on it. They all watched as Kite came around the same corner, staring at them as if they'd become ghosts and didn't know it.
He walked over to Kat and lifted her up. "What have I told you about jumping on the couch?"
"Not to do it and it's bad for the furniture. Blah blah blah." Kat stuck out her tongue and made a raspberry noise, rolling her eyes doing so. "I remember a time you wouldn't have given a crap."
"Who cares?" Hart asked. "Let her have her fun, brother. She's just being a kid."
Kite glared at Hart."You are the kid in the house, Hart. Not Kat. She's thirteen years old for crying out loud!"
"Gaha!" Kat put her finger to Kite's lips. "Thirteen and a half years old. Get it right or don't say it at all." She watched as Kite rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Fine, thirteen and a half years old."
"There ya go. Now please do us all a favor and let me down."
Yuma and Hart watched as Kite put Kat down on her feet. She brushed herself off and put her hands on her hips in a sassy fashion. "Thhhhhhank you." She hissed it out like a snake and walked away.
Hart let out a wolf whistle. "Sheesh Kite, you threw her off the edge this time."
"Me?! She shouldn't jump on the furniture like that! Give me a break Hart, she's thirteen~"
"And a half."
"I was getting to that. She's thirteen and a half! Seriously, she should act like a mature adult, not a little kid."
"Well what's so wrong with being a little kid?!" Hart wailed, crossing his arms and getting in Kite's face. "Huh, huh, huh? What's so wrong about it, hm?"
Yuma hung his head as Astral appeared. The floating figure had a very fearful look on his face. "Yuma, this is important. You must listen."
"What?"
"There are more memories lingering around the key."
"Okay, so? Isn't that a good thing?"
"They are not mine, though. They are Kat's. And a certain black Number has them in his possession."
Yuma went wide-eyed. He dropped his jaw and ran to Kite and Hart, pulled them away from their bickering and forced them to listen. "Found Kat's memories, but you aren't going to believe who has them."
Kite rolled his eyes. "If you want to shock us, you need to say it now."
"Black Mist has them."
Hart and Kite went wide-eyed now. This was not going to end well.
