Fausto followed Koga, but his movements seemed to be jerky like a robots'. It was almost as if his body was here with them, but his mind was far away, thinking about something deep. Somehow they got the sleeping bags all unrolled and Katrina took the middle one. Fausto sat next to her like a statue while Koga bustled around the room getting everything ready.

Katrina tried to put her hand on top of Fausto's to see if he would respond to her, but no sooner had she done that then Koga handed her a bag of popcorn so she could help him open it. It was a two handed job, which meant Koga couldn't do it, and Katrina couldn't help and still hold Fausto's hand. Bad timing.

She opened the bag and dumped it into the bowl. The warm buttery smell filled up the room, driving any memory of damp sewer smells from her nose. The opening theme of Koga's show chased away phantom echoes of dripping water. Good company, flanking her on either side made her forget for a time the stranger who had made her life so miserable.

“I'll have... do you have orange Crock-aide? If not, whatever flavor you have is fine.” Katrina looked around Koga's room, really taking it in; swords, television, mini fridge, enough room for two people. She decided he definitely had a cooler room than she did. She'd have to come hang out here more often.

The first episode of the show was just silly enough to be perfect for this situation. Katrina especially liked the escape plan the two characters had to get out of their underground village; create a stampeding tower of mole pigs and ride them to freedom. Great stuff, that. She also liked that one of the main characters was a kid like her even if he was kind of a wimp right now, surely he'd learn by the end of the show.

Episode two was just as action packed as the first, but she didn't pay as close attention. Her eyes were getting heavier and heavier until she was just listening and not watching. The multitude of explosions and people yelling things like, “俺を誰だと思ってやがる!!!” kept startling her awake again, but soon even those noises didn't her flinch as her dreams took over where the anime had left off.

A golem without heart, someone broke it, he also helped to did it and could not find an excuse to stick the pieces seeing if he was not worthy of her the rest would become so gray, a princess who was tortured as punishment for who knows what offense and a cold blooded lizard with a warm heart without an arm trying to continue a normal life despite his ... aforementioned problem. If he were a better writer, Fausto could have written a story as epic as the one they were about to see. three young child fighting in a corrupt world trying to lead normal lives or achieve a higher goal ... but as he was not a writer those thoughts lost in his head without more. Among those thoughts Katrina's hand was like a refreshing breeze on a hot summer day, an external indicator informing him that he was still alive. As Koga's hand. The warmth of her hand went up to his head, along with the blood that builds up in his cheeks. When he was about to open his mouth to say something, no matter what, even if it was something silly and pointless ... but she withdrew her hand, turning his head he stared as her with a look of reproach ¨ I needed it¨ But Koga also needed that hand. Of course, her kind heart could not see someone in distress and went to help Koga. That was one of the things that had captivated him about her.

¨ Just water, cold water ... ¨ He could have said he could even take poison, and had been a very good prank to ask for cyanide, but it was not the right time. Katrina would turn more sad and Koga would take it as a sign of contempt when it was not. He gladly drank the water without even bother to eat popcorn , it was not worth for the minimal amount of time of taste it could give to him .
The protagonist was very much like him, his self at that moment, not his usual self. Because his usual self was never depressed ... almost never. The child with all his might wished to not become depressed in his usual self but at that moment it seemed so hard to imagine him smiling again.
But to his surprise his heart allowed his face to show slight smiles with every joke from that show.If he had had an older brother too ...

That had been a very long day for him, with many different feelings ... by far ... much accumulated fatigue in his tiny body. much tension ... The show was amazing, very funny, with much action and so he was trying so hard not to fall asleep, other days he had stayed up until quite late at night but tonight was different in some way and his body prayed for a deserved rest. Her eyelids were closed ... and opened again with each explosion. He changed of position a couple times, and sat in different ways until he found a more comfortable position lying on the sleeping bag, a perilous position that prompted him to sleep .Morpheus was fighting hard, and the boy was not going to yield so easily. He was using so much willpower to stay awake that if he would had psychic powers, could had lifted the entire mansion.
Finally his body and his mind went into a shallow state of sleep, his mind still refused to leave the fully conscious world with one last job to do.

Koga did all the proper hosting and let fantastic anime do the rest. It seemed to heal them a bit atleast enough to get his guests safely dozing. He walked to his window and blew a cold breath on it. hr then took his pointer finger and named hull something he hadn't as of yet. He wrote the Kanji there for Nemesis. with that done.

He paced over to Fausto and draped his normal blanket over him, his room was normally too warm for most, so he turned down the heat to human levels and then knocked his sleeping bag onto the ground and pulled it up around him, he did this as to not bother the others. Once he had the bag around him he lay down on the opposite side of Katrina, he was tempted to talk to her. but with Fausto in the room he settled for the proximity of being somewhat close.

"Good night" he whispered nearly silently into the room.

As always happened , he awoke late night 'cause he slept with some thoughts rolling inside his head . He could see nothing until his eyes adjusted to the dim light, the young singer looked around to find his victims who were sleeping soundly. Both looked so helpless ... He doubted, but finally got carried for his resentment, he could not blame Katrina for how she hurt him , he could not blame Koga for wanting to be close to Katrina. He felt the same, always wanted to be near her ... What should he do? Its most primitive feelings controlled his body , Revenge again take the reins of his carriage to take him ,another time, when he might taste something for more than a few seconds, because the sweet revenge would give him a smile for hours.

His search began with colored markers and ended on revenge , in all the rooms are colored markers . Would also Koga have these ?. Everyone likes the colors, and is usual for someone who attends classes to have a pouch full of markers, pencils and pens ... Where was the little lizard's backpack?

The blue lines on their faces were his revenge. The blue marker was his instrument of vengeance.
Iron Mouth never been so patient before than at the time he caressed their faces with the marker that was painting trails of colors, scribbles on their faces. The blue tip barely touching their skin, and at the slightest movement of their faces he quickly withdrew his hand and waited ...
A blue mask of scribbles ,his favorite color ,these were far from Maori masks ...
Hiding in the darkness, on the stillness of the night even his breathing was amplified.
He imagined himself as a cruel demon, making the same to the man that hurt Katrina, but for him it would be not with a marker ... That man deserved to suffer twice what she had suffered.
There was nothing in that room for him , so he leave to his own comfy bed .