Jak woke up crying, holding her head tight between her arms, and she was tightly curled into the fetal position. She'd had the dream again. The one with the blue fire everywhere. It was on the curtains... the walls... and it was starting to burn her too. Through the smoke and haze she knew it to be her room, from before the fire. The fire was like water, however, and instead of feeling as though she were burning to death, she thought she might drown in the smoke.
Jak took a few deep breaths, trying to remind herself that the air here was normal, that she
could breathe. After about ten minutes, her pulse returned to normal. She sat up, the blanket on her falling to the floor as she did so. It took her a moment to remember that she wasn't at home, but at Fionn's. She also remembered that she had to get home before her mother woke up. She threw the blanket on the couch and moved to check her phone for the time. Four thirty.
She had enough time to get back home and make breakfast before heading over to Naoto's. Sonya probably planned for training around seven. Hopefully that was an early estimate. Jak grabbed anything she left laying around, wrote a quick note:
Jak said
Dear Fionn,
Had to dash, my mom needs breakfast. Sorry, but thanks for letting me spend the night!
Sincerely,
Jakki
She left on the nearest table and ran out the door, quickly jogging home to try and cook breakfast in enough time to leave for Sonya's training. She'd help Cyril then leave. That was all she was going to do in the mafia. No more, no less. At least Jak hoped that she could get out, but an even smaller, tiny portion of her wanted to not be able to leave.
Jak managed to reach home and cook eggs at five. Her mother would be leaving for work at six, and Jak hoped that she had enough time to even fry up some bacon for her mother as well. Once all of the breakfast was cooked, she sat down at the couch and started to eat some breakfast herself. For a moment, she just stared blankly at the television. Then she saw it, in a plain black case and without it's stand. Her father's Wakizashi sword, barely over half a foot long, which had survived the fire with only some burns to the leather. Her mother hadn't cleaned it off, and so there was ash on the mantle, but...
Jak looked around quickly before grabbing it and stuffing it into her duffle bag for softball. Today it would be used for appearances only, but it would be carrying something important. The last thing of her father's that survived. She moved quickly as her mother's bedroom door opened with a loud
thunk and she started to move downstairs. Jak looked back at the eggs quickly, noticing that one could see the heat rising off them still.
With that she would out the door again to Naoto's house, arriving at six ten. A bit earlier than she'd expected, but...
"I'm late...." she said between breaths, her run was more tiring than she'd thought, "aren't I?"