Kato | The Velvet room

what? Oh, it was the room from that one dream. So blue, it was kind of relaxing. Even the odd Old Man seemed friendly to the Kato, even with his bulging eyes. 
He was talking about his and others roles in a upcoming story, as he placed down some cards he remember as Tarot cards, supposedly able to read the future. What a strange dream. Kato thought. 
The old man introduced himself and the tall woman, as Igor and Henrietta respectively. Such foreign names. Are they American? European? 
But The strange man, Igor, spoke up again. About his role in this supposed story. Support and Observation? Kato was honestly getting excited, he always wanted to go an adventure, but due to him being narcoleptic he couldn't leave the town without missing half the excitement due to sleeping in odd places. Kato got up as fast as he can, their must be a reason they would pick somebody like him, he must know why. He went to the table so did a few others, and he picked a card. But everything became dark and clouded, and suddenly....

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A groan can be heard from under the sheets. The young man Pulled himself out of the blankets and sat up straight on the bed. His hair was a mess and he still had shadows under his eyes even though he slept for over ten hours last night. He looked around, it wasn't the velvet blue room as mere moments ago. He sighed, of course, nobody would pick somebody with his health problems to be in some story. He was stupid to think so.
He picked up his cell phone which he somehow charge last night before passing out. It was 10:15, very early for him, he normally wouldn't wake up on weekends until lunch or after, when most of the day passed. But at least he can enjoy the morning on his own instead of being woken up like normal. 

Kato gotten out of bed and had a quick shower before getting dressed in his grey sweater which he honestly has a hard time reading but it looks cool, black sweatpants and put on his red and white shoes at the front door, this outfit was comfy so he won't wake up uncomfortable. He went out of his bedroom and walked pass the old family pictures, some of which went missing, all of which had his sister on them, it was too painful for his parents to lose their daughter to a cult. But Kato wouldn't believe that, he knew his sister would never join a cult, but her personality tells otherwise, but he wouldn't believe it. He will learn why she changed and get his older sister back. And right next to the staires was the picture that made yesterday a pain to think back on. He stopped and looked at it. Four small kids, two boys and two girls each with a different range of smiles, Kato and Sachiko had the biggest smiles while Ayano and Kaminari was more subtle but it was obvious they were happy. It was so much simpler back then. He not as optimistic as Sachiko, he knows it be years before this friendship could be mended if ever. Ayano wasn't ready to talk to them yet, he didn't blame her for that, but it still hurt for her to still be so hurt from the bullying, he wished he did more, but he was always asleep or tired back then and still is.

He conituned walking and he went down the stairs, lhe didn't say anything to announce his arrival, his parents are gone and won't be back until after midnight, hard to pay for two houses when the owner of the other house does nothing to help pay for rent. His parents have always been hard working but they are going to kill themselves if they keep doing this for his changed sister; but it is better then leaving her out in the streets like what most parents done with kids who 'Joined the cult'. 
He didn't even bother to look in the kitchen, as the same note from every other day would be there and some sort of breakfast that was half cook and which would make him sick if he eats it. He went though the front door and decided to go to the grocery store and get something to eat that won't kill him. "This will be a long day."