Kat awoke to the small sound of little raindrops pitter-pattering on the windows and the roof of the house. Not the kind of Saturday the girl had been hoping for, but she could make due with it. Slowly, she looked down at Hart. A small snore sound was emitting from him as he slept. Kat smiled and stroked his bangs. It was one of the most adorable things to see the blue-haired Tenjo sleep.

"Hart, you are just so cute." Kat whispered this as she stared down at him. In response, he stirred in his sleep and edged a little closer to Kat. The blue and brown-haired girl smiled again and looked over her shoulder. These were seriously big rain drops hitting now. At least there was no thunder and lightning this time. That had probably kept them both up longer than they had preferred. Normally, Kat would've been furious, since she was an early bird for everything.

But today was Saturday, (She called it Anime Saturday.) so she didn't really give a crap. Kat took one more look at Hart before she scooted out of the bed slowly, then tiptoed down the stairs. She looked into the mirror as she walked into the bathroom, then reached for her brush. The mess of hair clumps on her head had to go. As she began to run the brush through her hair, Kite came walking in. His bangs were a mess, and for once he looked normal, wearing a plain tee-shirt and some shorts. Kat smiled. "Finally decided to get up, did we?"

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

"Don't give me that tone, mister man."

"Whatever you say."

Kat finally let out a laugh as she placed her brush back in its proper place. She stretched, then walked to the fridge and grabbed a soda before following Kite to the living room. The blond and teal-haired jumped down on the couch in a lazy fashion, something Kat was not used to. She simply shrugged it off and cracked the soda can, took a few sips, then set it on the table and clicked the TV on. From where she stood, she stared at Kite. It was such a rare treat to see him like this. Kat smiled and leaned against the couch. "So, what'd you do last night?"

"What do you mean Kat?"

"I dunno, actually."

"I did the same thing as you."

"Which was...?"

"Sleep, duh."

"Oh." As Kat walked away to get the coffee maker going, she muttered "I knew that," under her breath.

Kite glanced over his shoulder. "No you didn't!"

"Whatever!" Kat tried to mock Kite's tone from earlier as she came running back from the kitchen with a coffee cup. She handed it to him, then just stared at him for a time.

An extremely awkward silence followed right after that. Kat twitched once from standing still for so long. She rocked from side to side, trying to make some noise that would overpower the TV.

"Hey, where's Hart at?"

The question snapped Kat out of the little trance she'd put herself in. She glanced down at Kite and shrugged. "Probably still asleep," she said. Kite nodded and took another sip of his coffee, then sat back.

"Guess as long as he's not dead, I don't really care."

"Okay then?" Kat took a few cautious steps toward Kite. Slowly, she put her hand to his shoulder. Once again, silence followed.

And it was finally broken by an extremely awkward question Kat had to ask.

"Are you high or something?" Kat asked, staring straight at Kite and blinking while waiting for an answer. He whipped around at her, glaring at her with a very confused expression.

"What kind of a question is that?"

"A curious one. Seriously though, answer it."

"No, I'm not. Why would you ever think that?"

"Because of how you said you didn't care as long as Hart wasn't dead."

Kite just looked away slowly. "I never said that," he muttered. Kat smirked. Now she had him.

"Yes you did!"

This caused them both to start laughing. Kat rolled her eyes when she was finished, then jumped down right next to Kite. They both glued their attention to the TV now, preoccupying themselves and trying to wake up.

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass and a blood curdling scream of pure terror and shock ripped through the house. Kat jolted up, then stared at the staircase, the source of the scream. Before Kite could react, she was already leaving a dust trail while running upstairs. As soon as she got to the doorway of her bedroom, she froze.

There stood Girag, holding Hart by the back of his shirt collar while the rain continued to pour, soaking the carpet in the process.