The room was sparsely decorated, with a few flags hanging as remnants of their old school. It was divided in half: the left, neat and organized, had silver-and-green pennants hanging over the walls, by a large picture window, whereas the right was in total disarray, and sported gold-and-red flags.

The halves were as different as the two siblings who inhabited them. Kamikaze was outgoing, friendly and warm, willing to offer even his worst enemies a hand if they showed the need. Malice, however, had an attitude befitting of her name. Still, the two seemed to coexist surprisingly well. After all, both were new to the neighbourhood and didn't have anyone else to cling to. It was probably more out of convenience than anything that they managed to survive each others' company.

There was plenty of comfortable-looking furnature spread around: a few couches, plush chairs, even a beanbag chair. A table sat in the middle, and on both sides were shelves upon which their belongings sat. The room seemed nice enough. One would almost call it cozy.

"Well, here we are, Malice," the red-headed boy sighed, falling onto the beanbag. "Our new home."

Malice frowned. "I'll get used to it."