Chizuru was an early riser. Every morning, she awoke shortly before dawn, slipped into her brother's jumper, and hurried into the kitchen to help Jenny with anything she might have to give the quiet, and slightly queer girl to do. Unlike Rai, who often slept until lunch, and went to bed only late, after midnight (and a whole day of setting things on fire). They were some of the oldest inhabitants of the house, both of them having their own quirky opinions and quirky routines...<br/><br/>But this morning, when her dark blue eyes opened, she met with an unusual sight. Right at the edge of her bed was a pair of bare feet, half hidden under worn jeans. Chizuru's brow furrowed, and she wiped her eyes with her knuckles. What was this?<br/><br/>The familiar clicking that reached her ears soon explained this mystery to her. That was Rai's broken lighter... It made a loud click every time he pressed it due to the cracked plastic, but otherwise seemed to work just fine. But what was he doing in her room? Chizuru could feel the pressure his feet created on the thin mattress, shifting from one side to the other as he turned from one side to the other, and then move forth as he pushed himself up, onto his tiptoes. She couldn't see what he was doing - he was turned to her by back, but she saw the flicker of a flame in his hands, above his head. Wait...<br/><br/>Rai was trying to reach to the camera and set it on fire. She groaned as she rolled out of the covers and entwined her arms around his knees, pulling him down and crashing onto herself. A silent squeak escaped her as her brother's bony figure landed on her. He was heavy. Skinny, but still heavy.<br/><br/>She rolled out from underneath him, pushing Rai, struggling to get off her just as well, to the side, and landed on her side on the floor. The cold, damp air as if grew thick around the floor... Rai was such an idiot. He thought about nothing but fire. Upset, she pulled the jumper, hung on the edge of the bed, over her head, and rushed through the corridor to the kitchen. The cold never bothered her, not even when she walked through the cold mansion, dressed in nothing but her T-shirt and Rai's sweater.<br/><br/>Jenny. Yes, find Jenny.<br/><br/>The tapping of her bare feet on the ground, silent like a ghost, informed anyone possessing a keen enough sense of hearing of her coming into the kitchen. She appeared by Jenny's side, smiling slightly, and raising a hand as a greeting. Good morning, that gesture said. What can I help you with, Jenny?