Saturday, at last. Takashima Fibuki woke up sitting upright and shaking his head, brushing his hair from the side of his face and then trying vainly to spread it across his forehead evenly. Leaning forward from his seated position, he crawled to the end of his futon and pulled over a change of clothes folded neatly at the foot of the futon. As Taka was standing he heard a gasp from beside him. With eyes wide open, Taka glared at his sister, who stood, staring, agape at the sight of Taka in nothing but his sleep clothes, and presently pitching a tent with them. His face flushed and he kicked his pillow at the door, striking the now empty doorway. His sister screaming "Ewwww!" down the halls.<br/><br/>Grumpily, Taka changed and walked into the bathroom, only to be confronted by his little sister once more, who was brushing her teeth. Upon seeing him, Sayori (with brush in mouth) turned defensive and started performing the stereotypical karate motions that you always see in the movies with a froth on her lips.<br/><br/>"Okay, okay, I'll come back later," a defeated Taka breathed, backing slowly out of the bathroom and waving his hands in a "Take it Easy" motion. Changing direction when he got in the hallway, Taka walked towards the living room. The sound of the television airing the latest news from Tokyo in the background. The sound and smell of something sizzling on the stove immediately caught his attention. Walking into the kitchen, he happened to see a delectable dish being cooked by his mother.<br/><br/>"Oka-san," Taka said softly, not wishing to startle his distracted mother. She turned her head and smiled sweetly.<br/><br/>"Hello, dear," she returned.<br/><br/>"It smells delicious," Taka said, walking closer to the stove to see the eggs and vegetables in the pan.<br/><br/>"Thank you," without much more hesitation, she turned the pan into a serving dish and without losing a breath, she spoke to Taka again, "I have to work today, too. I know... I know-" she interrupted a protest from Taka- "- but the more money we have, the better, right?" Taka could only nod. He picked up the platter and walked it over to the table, where toast and marmalade had already been placed. The table was set and everything was laid out very neatly.<br/><br/>"I decided to do something a little more... Western for breakfast," Taka's mother said, washing her hands and the pots at the same time.<br/><br/>"I'm sure it'll be good," Taka praised.<br/><br/>Sayori rushed outt the hallway and took her seat, shovelling food onto her plate with the spoon and immediately diggin in. Taka stared at her for a moment, and waited for his mother to sit down. It only seemed proper that he be the last to sit. Soon, Taka was eating his breakfast, wondering what he'd have to be stuck doing with his little sister for the entire day.