Twelve Days - Day 7
title : Twelve Days
author : autumnwaters
rating : G
word count: 863
pairing : ItaNaru
summary : Twelve days, twelve gifts. A nice thought isn't it? But Naruto's just wondering who's breaking into his apartment to do that.
Disclaimer : I do not own Naruto. That privilege belongs to Kishimoto-sensei.
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
Day 7 : Family, Emails, and Eggs
Naruto didn’t have much planned for Sunday after all it was the day before Monday when he had to go back to work. Not that he hated work, but it was the idea all the same. So dressing and fixing up a quick breakfast, he gathered his supplies and went to the nearest park to do his weekly exercise. He had missed the early bus, but managed to get to the park before eleven and started stretching out waiting for his workout buddy Kiba.
Naruto used to go to a local gym, but it got repetitive running in the track or the treadmills, so he started out in the park and met Inuzuka Kiba. It was by chance that they were running next to each other and out of boredom, Naruto started talking to the brunette. Since then they made it a weekly thing to run together before catching lunch. There was the man now; the tattoos on his face making him stand out.
***
The run was a good break and a really good thing to stretch out with after a week in the office. The café they normally went to was busy but they had kept their usual table open and the two were able to be seated rather quickly. Naruto watched the diners order and eat. He watched some harried mother rush out of the diner only to narrowly avoid the waitress with a try of drinks. Their conversation was the usual mumble jumble, man boasting, gloating, and ribbing. But apparently Kiba-kun there let it slip that he had his eye on a little blossom that Naruto knew. Lunch ended and they parted with a punch and a “See you next week.”
***
A quick jaunt to the nearby grocery store, Naruto headed home with the ingredients for dinner. He had promised Iruka that he would reply to his e-mail every Sunday and he had done it without fail since he started working. He looked forward to it as much as he did talking to his foster father.
His father had a lot to say already and it was solely his rant about his business partner who was an “uninhibited pervert of the utmost levels and has descended past all redeemable levels!” Naruto could only laugh to himself as he read the letter. He knew there was more going on, but left it be. The rest of the letter contained snippets about the landscape and the various side trips he did when work finished. His father had even attached some photos. He clicked reply and started to answer his father. When he finished, he got ready for dinner and washed up the vegetables and seasoned the meat. Realizing that he was missing short two eggs, he turned off the fire and darted out the door, hoping one of his neighbors would be home and have eggs on hand.
***
Naruto bounded up the stairs back towards his apartment. He was lucky Aizawa-san on the second floor was home. She was preparing this foreign pudding for her office Christmas party and had plenty of eggs on hand. Though she did make him stay to try some and also slipped her number into his pocket as he found out later.
The door to his apartment was unlocked as he entered. He couldn’t remember for the life of him if he even locked it going out, but he was glad as he didn’t bring his keys. Finishing up the preparations for his fried rice, he let the rice heat and dry up a bit before he cracked in the eggs and added the toppings. He wanted to hurry. He had bet with Sai that he would finish the first forty episodes; he was on episode 35 already.
Sitting in front of his computer, he opened the player and had it continue off from yesterday. Part way through though, his e-mail program popped up an alert. That’s what he got for just hibernating the computer. Turns out he had several new e-mails, though they were from people he didn’t recognize. He clicked the newest one from an twenty_one6(at)yahoo(dot)com. There wasn’t much of a message, just a few lines and an attached document.
A word to the wise in the midst of a harried holiday season.
Family is the most ironic gift to be given. Both a blessing and an annoyance.
But cherish them for when they’re gone, it will be too late.
The words held a familiar note; the voice of counsel and of the past. The blonde spun around and looked at the tree in the corner. There, under the branches was another gift and in its branches was yet another card.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
By blood or by time. Family comes in all different kinds.
Through trials and laughter, behind you they stand.
The e-mail attachment contained the contact info of various people claimed to be his relatives or old family friends by the looks of the last names. The other e-mails he received were from those same e-mails listed. The blonde stared at the names. He blinked and shut down the computer.
***
author : autumnwaters
rating : G
word count: 863
pairing : ItaNaru
summary : Twelve days, twelve gifts. A nice thought isn't it? But Naruto's just wondering who's breaking into his apartment to do that.
Disclaimer : I do not own Naruto. That privilege belongs to Kishimoto-sensei.
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
Day 7 : Family, Emails, and Eggs
Naruto didn’t have much planned for Sunday after all it was the day before Monday when he had to go back to work. Not that he hated work, but it was the idea all the same. So dressing and fixing up a quick breakfast, he gathered his supplies and went to the nearest park to do his weekly exercise. He had missed the early bus, but managed to get to the park before eleven and started stretching out waiting for his workout buddy Kiba.
Naruto used to go to a local gym, but it got repetitive running in the track or the treadmills, so he started out in the park and met Inuzuka Kiba. It was by chance that they were running next to each other and out of boredom, Naruto started talking to the brunette. Since then they made it a weekly thing to run together before catching lunch. There was the man now; the tattoos on his face making him stand out.
***
The run was a good break and a really good thing to stretch out with after a week in the office. The café they normally went to was busy but they had kept their usual table open and the two were able to be seated rather quickly. Naruto watched the diners order and eat. He watched some harried mother rush out of the diner only to narrowly avoid the waitress with a try of drinks. Their conversation was the usual mumble jumble, man boasting, gloating, and ribbing. But apparently Kiba-kun there let it slip that he had his eye on a little blossom that Naruto knew. Lunch ended and they parted with a punch and a “See you next week.”
***
A quick jaunt to the nearby grocery store, Naruto headed home with the ingredients for dinner. He had promised Iruka that he would reply to his e-mail every Sunday and he had done it without fail since he started working. He looked forward to it as much as he did talking to his foster father.
His father had a lot to say already and it was solely his rant about his business partner who was an “uninhibited pervert of the utmost levels and has descended past all redeemable levels!” Naruto could only laugh to himself as he read the letter. He knew there was more going on, but left it be. The rest of the letter contained snippets about the landscape and the various side trips he did when work finished. His father had even attached some photos. He clicked reply and started to answer his father. When he finished, he got ready for dinner and washed up the vegetables and seasoned the meat. Realizing that he was missing short two eggs, he turned off the fire and darted out the door, hoping one of his neighbors would be home and have eggs on hand.
***
Naruto bounded up the stairs back towards his apartment. He was lucky Aizawa-san on the second floor was home. She was preparing this foreign pudding for her office Christmas party and had plenty of eggs on hand. Though she did make him stay to try some and also slipped her number into his pocket as he found out later.
The door to his apartment was unlocked as he entered. He couldn’t remember for the life of him if he even locked it going out, but he was glad as he didn’t bring his keys. Finishing up the preparations for his fried rice, he let the rice heat and dry up a bit before he cracked in the eggs and added the toppings. He wanted to hurry. He had bet with Sai that he would finish the first forty episodes; he was on episode 35 already.
Sitting in front of his computer, he opened the player and had it continue off from yesterday. Part way through though, his e-mail program popped up an alert. That’s what he got for just hibernating the computer. Turns out he had several new e-mails, though they were from people he didn’t recognize. He clicked the newest one from an twenty_one6(at)yahoo(dot)com. There wasn’t much of a message, just a few lines and an attached document.
A word to the wise in the midst of a harried holiday season.
Family is the most ironic gift to be given. Both a blessing and an annoyance.
But cherish them for when they’re gone, it will be too late.
The words held a familiar note; the voice of counsel and of the past. The blonde spun around and looked at the tree in the corner. There, under the branches was another gift and in its branches was yet another card.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
By blood or by time. Family comes in all different kinds.
Through trials and laughter, behind you they stand.
The e-mail attachment contained the contact info of various people claimed to be his relatives or old family friends by the looks of the last names. The other e-mails he received were from those same e-mails listed. The blonde stared at the names. He blinked and shut down the computer.
***