Hour of the Insomniac.

[Forbid Jaganshi]

At the time it was eight thirty-nine in the morning. A normal Forbid would have been all tucked up in her bed until nine came about but this wasn't our normal Forbid. This was our all too recent insomniac of a Forbid. In other words, she had been up all night and was currently running on nothing but her own thoughts. Every once in a while those thoughts would slip through her lips and into the morning air. Or whatever it's called when it's morning and you're inside. See, when this Jaganshi did not sleep she had the peculiar way of talking to herself. Constantly. Whether it be about things to come or conversations that may ever happen, she talked about it. Completely to herself. Of course, Kage cut in every once in a while. It at least made her appear partially sane.

In addition to all of this, she had re-dyed her hair during the night. It was now a striking shade of purple and significantly shorter then before. Its usual length being to her thigh. Now it was styled to a point above her shoulders. Her lips moved constantly as she muttered to herself in a tone only she could hear. It didn't really matter though considering the few people that currently roamed the halls. She rubbed at her eyes for a moment before walking through the doors that led into the Kitchens. Considering she didn't see it fit to bother the House Elves, she decided to attempt making breakfast for herself. Hopefully it wouldn't turn in to a total disaster. That was usually the case where she was concerned.

The youngest of the Jaganshi's busied herself with finding a large bowl, eggs, and a fork. Cracking eggs wasn't exactly her forte but she could do it without causing bodily harm. That was good enough. And there was a very low chance her black and white pajamas would end up a mess. As long as she didn't screw up too badly it would be alright. Forbid cracked four eggs and dropped their shells on the counter, whispering to herself that she would clean it all up when finished. The fork was then grabbed and stirring of the eggs was promptly undergone. She had already placed a pan on the stove and turned it on to pre-heat it. Whether she was supposed to do that or not... She really wasn't thinking on it.

Pretty yellow-y eggs were poured into the pan and she started to stir it around with the same fork, humming all the while. A plate was something she considered unneeded at this moment. She never really used them nor utensils anyhow. It was some sort of strange habit she had developed. 'Lack of wanted to use utensils'-thing. Not much time had passed before the eggs were finished and she hoisted herself up onto the counter, not even really waiting for it to cool down. She left the fork on the counter next to her and plucked at the eggs with black painted finger nails.

"Tasteh!"

[Ankoku Akuma]

It was not a very pleasant morning for Ankoku, he had awoken at 1:27 and couldn't sleep since then so all he could do was skitter through his bags trying to organize them as much as he possibly could. Every once in a while he muttered a curse under his breath for all the cuts he slowly got from the bag he had been digging through earlier this day. Time slowly went by until it hit eight, Ankoku's hunger had slowly developed over the hours so he decided to visit the kitchen for a snack. He muttered to himself as he sped through the corridors, it had something to do with the house elves. Ankoku never had seen one before, it would be a new creature to meet, though Ankoku could only think about how well they could cook. There wasn't much noise in the corridors other than the small sigh he gave out while nearing his destination. It was early in the morning and the elves might be tired but Ankoku was hungry and didn't care for the time being.

Where was the kitchen anyway? He had never gone to it but had been told about it, plus he had sensitive nose that could pick up almost any scent. There was a small smell, it had the scent of eggs but was a whiles away and Ankoku could not be positive until he got closer. In the end he was correct, he could smell eggs, his stomach made a blustering growl that interrupted Ankoku's train of thought for a moment. The kitchen wasn't to far away so he sped up a little more for his poor stomach, it was commanding him to eat as soon as possible. It only took about two minutes until he had made it to the door that contained the fresh smell of eggs, but who was in there eating eggs, was it the house elves or another student.

Slowly opening the door he prayed that his stomach wouldn't interrupt before he found out who it was. There stood Ankoku looking through a crack in the door, he could see a little purple but that was all so he opened it a little more, then he noticed it. The purple was coming from the hair of a girl, but who, he watched for a moment then remembered the girl he met at the shrieking shack. She had the same scent as the girl, Ankoku was very good at remembering scents and hers matched the girl he met but he couldn't be sure. The rain is something that can mess up his sense of smell so he could be wrong.There was no sign of a house elf from his observation,"did she try to cook on her own?"Muttered Ankoku quietly as he tried to find proof of a elf but there was nothing. Maybe there were all sleeping, oh well, he had some cooking skills since he cooked at his house sometimes. But for some reason he didn't move, he just stood there watching the girl trying to verify who she was.

[Forbid Jaganshi]

Creeeek!

Dark blue hues shot up to the door, confusion swirling in their depths. Oooh. A boy. He looked familiar though... After all, it wasn't everyday you met someone with silver-white hair. Practically all of the people she knew had black hair. Not that she minded. Black was a lovely color; it was her own natural hair color actually. So it really wasn't all that bad... It'd be nice to meet a blonde though. Or a red-head. Actually, had she ever met a brunette...? Moeeee. The Jaganshi couldn't recall ever meeting someone with said hair color. She may have... OH! But she had met a red head. Doi! Her ex-boyfriend had been one... with the prettiest hair... and eyes... Turquoise. She loved his eyes. They were unique. Beautiful.

She popped another piece of the eggs into her mouth and sighed in delight. It took her a moment to remember the boy was still present. Her brows furrowed as she thought about it. Where... had she seen such a boy? At least he had pretty hair. It didn't seem natural though... Then again, she'd met someone with naturally pink hair. That had to say something. Just completely magic really. A glance was thrown to the lasting three-fourths of her eggs. Was he hungry? Did he want any? He had come down here... Moi, moi.

"Hey mister, do you want any food?" Her voice was raised slightly so he could hear. However she didn't want to attract any more attention... even though it wasn't too early in the morning. It was probably still eight-something or it may even be nine-something by now. Nope, not too early at all. Hmm... Maybe it was even later then that! omfe! That'd be so... strange. She's supposed to pay attention! Not go ga-ga and zone out. That was of the bad-ness... and stuff.

[Ankoku Akuma]

When was Ankoku going to eat? it has been more than forty minutes since eight so he was getting hungry, but the girl had stopped Ankoku from entering to get some food. He knew the girl had noticed him by now, she had given her eggs a glance before she spoke, the words she said to Ankoku what she was thinking about when she looked at the eggs. Hey mister, do you want any food? Yes was the simple answer but he didn't like to answer a question with one word so he added some more. You could here the door screech open as he entered the kitchen, the room was empty other than him and the other person."I guess you could say the answer is yes,though i didn't expect to meet anyone around here at this time other than the elves that work here." Ankoku took one more glance around the room then looked at the girl trying to remember who she was, he knows that he has seen her somewhere before.

There was small growl from Ankoku's stomach, he should eat soon so he sped up the talking a bit. "I am Ankoku Akuma,and you are?" Making him wait much longer wasn't the best thing to do, though he could stand it he would rather eat when he is suppose to. What time had it been since he wanted to eat? Around seven his hunger developed but wasn't noticed until eight, so he had been waiting to eat for more than an hour, not that long but still.

Time passes by so fast when you don't pay attention...hmm, what should i eat when I'm done talking, should have thought of this beforehand.

Time was slowly ticking by,the girl didn't seem to weird, then again not many things come out as weird to Ankoku. Purple wasn't a common hair color even in the magical world, but it didn't matter much since Ankoku also has an uncommon hair color. There wasn't much that Ankoku had done since he woke up, he couldn't even full organize his possessions, Ankoku remembered what happened while organizing, he was rubbing his fingers that had cuts all over them due to all the sharp items he had. Meeting someone was uncommon for him so he would wait for the girl to speak to him if she wanted to do so.

[Forbid Jaganshi]

"Oh! I'm Forbid Jaganshi oh awesome sir."

A moment of silence passed where she stuck out her tongue in a playful manner. Ah, the good life. Perhaps he actually would join her in breakfast then? After all, she had no one else to share her lovely eggs with. And they looked oh-so good too. He'd like them, yes? The Jaganshi tilted her head to the side in thought. What year was he anyhow? She'd come to the decision that people feared higher years. Really! Anyone she didn't know didn't talk to her. Huff. And she didn't know all that many people. Gawsh. Ooohh, fun word! She shook her head so as to clear her thoughts. Too many random things 'twas what she was thinking about. Yep. Waaay too many random things. That would definitely kill her one day. Yuh-huh.

BUT! The boy had very pretty silver-white hair... Did she already think that? She couldn't remember. Bleh. It didn't matter and Kage probably wouldn't point it out. At least, not until much later where she could make fun of her without making her appear... less then sane. Then again, why would the pyromaniac care about that anyhow, huh? She did it any other time. Humph. Crazy person-demon-THING. Heh, oi. Thing. ... I need to sleep. I think it's beginning to affect my mind again. Crud-zilla! That's not good! A sigh followed her thoughts as she hopped down off the counter and onto the cold floor. She wiggled her toes a bit and stuck her tongue out at the floor. Evil-ness. Doi!

All the same, she made her way over to the Ankoku and gave a bow of... greeting? Ah it didn't matter. Moe, moe. She grasped his wrist in both of her hands and proceeded to drag him over to her homemade, or something like that, eggs. They didn't taste funny to her so they should be edible to him, yeah? Of course, of course. Though... it'd really suck if it wasn't edible to him. Shoot. Then she'd have to make something else and she couldn't make much else then eggs. Maybe ramen...? Bleh, she was hopeless.

[Ankoku Akuma]

..Silence had spread after the girl had given him here name, had she been thinking of something? Ankoku didn't bother to stay on this though much, the girl had been making gestures to herself for a while before approaching him. Unlike normal people would do, she bowed then quickly wrapped her hand around his wrist and dragged him to the table where the food had layed. The food had looked normal but he still studied it for a few moments before pulling his hand out of the girls grip to taste a small bit. It looked normal, but even that didn't clear his mind of what it could be. Denying it was dangerous he picked up a small bit of it and lowered it into his mouth.

It tasted normal, and he wasn't straggling on the floor for air so it wasn't dangerous...at least he hoped. What was he to do, he had been hungry and just some eggs wouldn't give him nearly what he expected for food. Then there stood the girl who had mysteriously appeared in the kitchen. He didn't want to be rude so he had added a compliment. "It's good, you don't mind if i make pancakes to go with it do you?" What had he been saying, why would he make some food when he could have better cooks do it...perhaps he was feeling sympathy for... the elves? Oh well, he had already proposed the idea so there was no point taking it back.

Hopefully he could successfully make them as his sister had taught him, it had been a while since he had cooked for himself. There was definitely enough materials to make pancakes for two people. He continued to stand there waiting for his memories of cooking to come back.

this should work out fine...this is when it would be good to have my sister here, always missing when wanted.

Yes, he had now motioned towards the pans. He scrambled through the pots for a pan used for pancakes, he had found it after he had banged his head on a wooden stool above it. Ankoku successfully got all the ingredients and waited for the girl.

maybe she would like to help in this game.

[Forbid Jaganshi]

The seventh year Jaganshi beamed with pride as he finally ate her awesome rad-ly prepared eggs. She'd have to make hard-boiled eggs next time... Those were always the best kind in her opinion and she only needed about three to fill her up! All the awesomeness in the world. Uh huh. She beamed even more when he said they were good. Though she had noticed his hesitation to try them at first. As though they were poisonous or something. Hmm... I'd need rat poison... I think that's the only kind of poison I could even get my hands on. It was a drifting, joking thought that she would never truly put into action. That would be mean after all and she didn't want to be some big [cough-small-cough] meanie. That 'tis baaad.

When he spoke of pancakes, she nodded with enthusiasm. Pancakes were yummy too! Especially the ones with strawberries in bedded in them though she thought those tasted better as waffles instead... She couldn't even remember the last time she'd actually had pancakes. Long, long ago - way back in the distance of time of which she can not recall. So, so sad. But she watched him gather the materials in silence. If he wanted help then so be it - she would help. But until then she was content to watch him work. Her head was cocked to the side when he stopped after gathering all ingredients. Did he want her to join in? She shrugged to herself and stepped closer to him so she too was standing in front of all the objects.

She grasped the handle of the pan and placed it on the stove, thinking hard on what she was supposed to do. A light bulb lit up in her mind and a grin stretched across her lips. She got some butter and preceded to spread it across the inside of the pan. Non-stick surface! Hehe. Then she went ahead and got the thing-a-ma-jig that she was to put the batter in. Forbid paused in her steps and grinned at Ankoku. Did he want to do something now? She shouldn't do all the work, yeah? He'd suggested it after all.