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sunshineverse2015-03-05 03:53 am
trapweaver) wrote in sunshineverse2015-03-05 03:53 am
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Who: Masanori and Obito
Where: Obito's apartment, Konoha
When: Year 60 BGS 8: August 4th
Notes: None, I think!
The sky had never seemed so blue.
At least, that was what a four-year-old Masanori thought as he lifted a hand to reach for it, as though he could brush that blue expanse with the tips of small fingers that seemed as though they would surely be swallowed up by something so great. Still, he tried. Wondered what it would feel like if he could touch a sky so fantastically blue with such cute, fluffy clouds drifting here and there in all kinds of shapes. Vaguely, he wondered how dull that same sky would seem when he was once again within the walls of the Shizuoka manor, where whispering eyes would follow him endlessly with increasingly strange gazes and harsher tones.
Pausing, his hand dropped and came to rest atop his stomach, the smallest frown gracing his face. He did and didn't understand that somehow. So much had happened in the last few months, starting with his fourth birthday. So much was happening that it could be hard to keep up with every little thing and that was saying something given how good he was at keeping up with things. He had to be if he wanted to survive day to day interactions with his clan, not that he thought much of it. That had always been the way of things. Surviving family was normal, like breathing, and that may very well have been why the changes were so prominent, so concerning in his young mind.
Not all of them were strange or bad, though. He had started training to be a good and proper shinobi and finally received his very own spider partner, who was currently at rest beside his head in his hood. He had also been introduced to Sasuke, who was a far cry different than his cousins in what he had come to believe was a good way, and he got to spend time outside of the manor with him and Obito, too. He liked that. He liked that a lot. He got to stretch his legs, see the village, and spend time outside the immediate reach of the clan with people he liked. The only way it got better was when manjuu involved, which wasn't usually out of the question, a recollection that saw that Masanori bolt into sitting up and turning his head to look for Obito.
"Obito, I'm hungry!" He exclaimed preemptively and, as if on cue, his stomach voiced a loud complaint.
Where: Obito's apartment, Konoha
When: Year 60 BGS 8: August 4th
Notes: None, I think!
The sky had never seemed so blue.
At least, that was what a four-year-old Masanori thought as he lifted a hand to reach for it, as though he could brush that blue expanse with the tips of small fingers that seemed as though they would surely be swallowed up by something so great. Still, he tried. Wondered what it would feel like if he could touch a sky so fantastically blue with such cute, fluffy clouds drifting here and there in all kinds of shapes. Vaguely, he wondered how dull that same sky would seem when he was once again within the walls of the Shizuoka manor, where whispering eyes would follow him endlessly with increasingly strange gazes and harsher tones.
Pausing, his hand dropped and came to rest atop his stomach, the smallest frown gracing his face. He did and didn't understand that somehow. So much had happened in the last few months, starting with his fourth birthday. So much was happening that it could be hard to keep up with every little thing and that was saying something given how good he was at keeping up with things. He had to be if he wanted to survive day to day interactions with his clan, not that he thought much of it. That had always been the way of things. Surviving family was normal, like breathing, and that may very well have been why the changes were so prominent, so concerning in his young mind.
Not all of them were strange or bad, though. He had started training to be a good and proper shinobi and finally received his very own spider partner, who was currently at rest beside his head in his hood. He had also been introduced to Sasuke, who was a far cry different than his cousins in what he had come to believe was a good way, and he got to spend time outside of the manor with him and Obito, too. He liked that. He liked that a lot. He got to stretch his legs, see the village, and spend time outside the immediate reach of the clan with people he liked. The only way it got better was when manjuu involved, which wasn't usually out of the question, a recollection that saw that Masanori bolt into sitting up and turning his head to look for Obito.
"Obito, I'm hungry!" He exclaimed preemptively and, as if on cue, his stomach voiced a loud complaint.
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"Really? You mean it?" He asked, inching down toward Obito with careful steps that suggested some skill about the task.
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"Can Mi-chan try, too?"
He dusted himself off as he asked and peered up at Obito eagerly, hands clasped together. There was a soft near squeaking chitter from the hood. Leave her out of this? Leave her out of this. She was trying to sleep, after all, and it wasn't dinner time for her just yet.
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It was a simple reply, given after a moment of thought, after which Masanori was quick to follow at Obito's heels. There may very well have been a slight rumble from his stomach to be heard. How long had it been since the last time he'd eaten? This morning? Early? Really early! Early enough for him to be feeling it now.
"What kind of animals did you make?"
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If nothing else he could swing by and feed Kakashi, that guy would always accept food.
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Masanori put the question forward after barely a second of thought. The first thing that came to mind? Quite and he's quite excited about the prospect, hands meeting as he peered up at Obito, brimming with energy.
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"Aah, they look so real! You're really talented!" He exclaimed.
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He looked back to what he was doing as he carefully cut long carrot legs. "You haven't gotten to make food animals before?"
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"Mm, sometimes! Okaasama, uh," He paused at that, as though trying to figure out how to explain. "Okaasama gets kind of carried away, though."
Animals, animals everywhere and often times entirely too large with the insistent he eat every one of them or find help to do it -- that was the memory, nevermind the smile. Ah, his mother was never without that smile and while she was a beautiful woman, it was... well, a bit creepy, to say the least.
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His lips quirked up. Kushina might have had the tendency, but it was more just getting him over at all, not overwhelming him with anything food related.
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"Well, I'm never hungry!"
And he grinned wide at that, proud of his statement. Nice? He wasn't so sure, but it wouldn't have been nice to go without that, he thought. Again, he began sticking eyes to the chick. Perhaps a few too many.
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Truthfully, he hadn't realized his error until Obito had pointed it out and he took a step back to take in the chick. Did chicks only have two eyes? Or was it four? Maybe three? It wasn't as though many animals could stomach staying in or around the manor very long. Where people were oblivious, animals were not and for prey to stay within zone rife with predators so long without panicking wasn't likely. Blinking more, he put his fingers to his chin and puzzled with a lengthy --
"Hmmmmmmmmmm!"
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And that last bit was all Masanori really needed to return to sticking entirely too many eyes on the animals. The only one sure to get the proper amount? The spider, naturally. His eyes remained glued to Obito for that offer, though.
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"Are they nice?"
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'Borrow' was exactly the word he would have used for it, too. With the final eye planted, he turned his eyes back to the host of animals that were lunch and grinned.
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Some adults, though, not so much, but it wasn't something he worried about with this particular one. Following at the grown-up's heels soundlessly, he hums over his stomach's grumbling.
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He set the food down, then moved off to fetch juice. "Apple or mango juice?" He looked over his shoulder. "I'm out of that orange mix I had last time."
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He was very certain of that, lingering between Obito and the remaining food. He stayed his hands, at least, but he was quite obviously excited, bouncing just so on the balls of his feet.
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He slid into one of the chairs and nodded to another. "Might as well sit."
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"Haa! It looks so good! Can I?"
Because, despite popular belief, his mother had indeed taught him some manners.
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He waited, poised, clearly standing by his word on that. They all, after all, were made differently.
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"Itadakimasu!"
-- before he reached for one of the many-eyed chicks. It's head was sure to suffer an unfortunate fate in that next instant.
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Not that he'd ever do that himself, of course. He was on to bigger and brighter things.