Kat twirled her fork around her plate, twisting the stained noodles and meatballs around it. The fork made a constant scraping noise as she twirled it, which was going to drive her insane unless the TV got a little louder.

Like that was going to happen.

The four of them (Five actually if you count Astral.) had gathered at the table to have dinner. Something very important needed to be discussed, they had said. Kat had helped Kite and Hart make spaghetti, being the one to put the sauce and the meatballs in it. Yuma had grabbed all the plates and forks and things, setting them all on the table and then proceeding to go back to the TV.

"So..."

Everyone looked up at Kat as she spun another glop of spaghetti around her fork and slurped it up. "What exactly is so important?"

"Well, we figured out who stole your memories," Yuma informed, copying Kat's previous motion. Sauce splattered around a few places, barely missing Kite's laptop. He scooted it back and mumbled something that was incomprehensible before turning back to Kat.

"Who?"

"A guy called Black Mist. He's really super evil and crap. Not the guy to mess with really. You Dueled him a few days ago and he won. Then he stole Heartearth Dragon from you, along with your memories and fled back into the key."

"Ehh, that's just great."

"You're telling me?"

"Yes I am."

The others returned their attention to their plates. Kat, on the other hand, put a meatball on the edge of her fork. She made sure no one was watching, then bent the fork back a bit in her hand.

Wait for it Kat, wait for it, Kat told herself. She aimed it so it would hit more directly and make a bigger mess, then bent the fork back more.

Wait for it...

She smirked.

And...FIRE!

SPLAT!

"Oh ewww, that's disgusting!" Yuma wailed, shaking the meatball off his forehead. Kite and Hart gasped. Kat suppressed her urge to laugh as she stared at the shocked faces around the room.

Kite scowled. He turned to Kat, obviously not pleased, and growled at her. She jolted up and shook her head, pointed at Hart and said, "It was him!"

"Whaaaat?!" Hart nearly screamed it. He closed his eyes for a moment and pointed at Kat. "She did it! How could I have been able to hit Yuma square in the forehead if I'm sitting right here? It would've gotten all over his hair!"'

Silence swept over the area. Yuma stood and went to get a towel, Astral right behind. Kat couldn't keep it in anymore. She started to laugh like crazy, falling from her chair in the process. Hart watched as Kite stood and grabbed Kat from the floor, lifting her by the waist again and going upstairs.

"Aw c'mon Kite, that was funny! I couldn't help myself!" Kat said it in between laughter. Kite was not pleased. He shook his head and stood in Kat's room with her.

"It was not funny Kat. You're not a little kid, do you understand me?"

"But it was funny. I know I'm not a little kid Kite but..."

"But what?"

"But there's nothing wrong with being a little kid. I like to be me. Then again, I don't expect you to understand. You're so...adultish."

Kite raised an eyebrow. This was one of those rare times Kat was actually talking like she should. Problem was, she wasn't making much sense. "Whad'ya mean Kat?"

"I mean, you're always so proper. You want to have everything your own way because you're the oldest in the house. If you were childish, like me, you'd find things like that funny and this wouldn't be happening right now. Besides, sometimes being childish has its perks." Kat turned away and walked into her room, sliding the door closed. Kite sighed and opened it enough to step inside. There sat the goofball, on the bed and texting on her iPod.

"What perks?"

"Oh, let's see. Sometimes you have to think like a little kid to get out of the toughest situations. Like, you could try throwing a knife into a locked cage door and unlocking it rather than try to knock the key down. Even if you did succeed in knocking the key down, most likely you'd have nothing to pull it in with. So there goes a perfectly good knife and your only way out."

Kite was stunned. He was wide-eyed as he sat on Kat's bed. "Well, that actually made sense. I'm not sure I would've thought of that."

"Exactly," Kat said, smiling up at the blond next to her. She put her iPod on charger, then stood up and walked away. Kite followed right behind.

This was going to be a long night, he just knew it.

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"Ehhh..."

Kat rolled over and groaned in her sleep. She opened her eyes and stared around. Moonlight shone through the window, cutting through most of the darkness. The girl looked around and stared at the darkness. It was so still.

And slowly, it began to bend.

"What the?" Kat sat up and looked at it. Was she still sleeping? Darkness didn't bend, did it?

Heck no.

The darkness wrapped around Kat. She tried to shriek, but she couldn't. Something was covering her mouth, so she couldn't even yell.

"You think you can get away that easily? I'll have you know Kat, you can't escape easily. I'm going to destroy your memories. And then I'm going to destroy you."

Kat struggled against the grip around her. It was snaking up her, sending shivers up her spine and making the urge to scream even greater.

"K-Kite, Hart! H-help me-e!" Kat finally choked it up and managed to scream as well. She struggled against the black around her, shrieking in terror. Her glasses went flying off the dresser when she grabbed at it, making them fall to the ground and shatter the lenses from the impact.

"Hush little kitty. With you in my possession it'll be loads of fun." Black Mist cupped Kat's mouth with a clawed hand. He smirked, and without a sound, he vanished with Kat.

Now he had Kat. Now he had her memories. All he had to do now was destroy them both, and it would be as if she never even existed.

"Finally. Once I destroy Kat, there will be only two Number Hunters again. I'll wipe them away and soon I'll have the power of all the Numbers! This is all too easy!" Black Mist cackled. Kat was unconscious and tied to part of the key Yuma wore.

All he had to do now was destroy her and her memories.