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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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'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.