Twelve Days - Day 8
title : Twelve Days
author : autumnwaters
rating : G
word count: 889
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
Day 8 : Cereal, Milk, and Spilled Book
Naruto went to work the next day oddly quiet. The team didn’t really know what to think of it; on one hand, he was working and not snapping like last time, on the other, he was quiet and that was about as far from Naruto-like you could get. But by lunchtime he was back to normal so that the little underlings didn’t worry anymore and chalked it up to an off morning.
***
Naruto was busting his brain over whether or not he should even reply to those people. He had taken a look at one or five of those e-mails last night when he tried to sleep and failed. Every one of those sounded so friendly, so warm. He didn’t even remember any of them from vague childhood memories. One or two of them even referenced a picture he had in the photo album. It sounded like they were all in on this, but it couldn’t be. They all could have contacted him before he even went into the system. He could have been with family.
He even cornered Tsunade and asked her about these people. Hell anything she knew about the family. All he got in return was a simple family tree telling how the two of them were related and that he had two other second cousins. It turned out that her father fell out of favor with the family when he caused a scandal and it turned out he had a mistress on the side. Though she did point out the name Sarutobi, saying her old professor went by that name.
Deciding to knock off early, he wandered to a café near his apartment complex and sat there people watching for a good hour or two; his mind running around. Could it be possible that someone in the passing crowd in front, on the bus, or even in the café was related to him? Could they know his parents? He didn’t understand why no one took him in. He could understand Gaara’s family as they were overseas. But didn’t he have another uncle? What about his mother’s side? He didn’t know much. He was never as curious as to why he had no family. He had assumed as he grew up, passing from one family to the next, that he had none.
Naruto-kun, one of the e-mails read.
You probably don’t know me but my name is Yuhi Kurenai and my husband is Sarutobi Asuma. We were old college buddies with your parents. The last time we saw you was probably the year the accident occurred, I’m sorry to say.
It continued much along the same thread. Some of the others were the same. The one that surprised him the most was the one from Uchiha-san’s family. Apparently Uchiha Mikoto was very good friends with his mother since childhood.
***
The sky was fully dark by the time Naruto stood to leave the café. It was a good thing he knew the manager, Tenten, otherwise he probably would have been kicked out long ago for only ordering a coffee and sandwich hours ago. Traipsing up the flight of stairs, he opened his door and just dropped his stuff on the couch before powering up his computer. He had left two e-mails untouched. Once those were done, he showered and went to sleep. He didn’t want to do anything at all.
He ignored the new wrapped gift and the new card. He didn’t care for it at all.
THE END!!!!!!!!!!! not
The next morning Naruto wandered into the kitchen, tired from a restless night. Pulling open the fridge he pulled out milk and grabbed the box of cereal from the top. Setting it down of the counter, he heard a loud plop as something fell from the counter. Blinking in surprise he looked over and saw a simple cloth cover binder lying face down. He didn’t remember ever having one like that. It looked kind of worn too.
Picking it up, he flipped it over and read the cover : The Super Yummy Recipes of the Great Chef Uzumaki Kushina.
The blonde blinked repeatedly. His mother’s recipe book? He never knew she even cooked. Opening the book, he looked at the first recipe; it was written by hand and was rather sloppy. The date at the top corner indicated it was nearly forty years old. He turned through several pages finding recipes for soups, desserts, entrees, appetizers, and even some odd delicacies. There was a note stuck between some pages in near the back.
Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? (signed) Minato
The note turned out to be written on the back of a photo. It had his father dressed as an Animal Cracker box, and tugging on his arms at the side was his laughing mother, red hair braided and dressed as Raggedy Ann.
At the end of the binder, a slip of paper was inserted and on it the hand of the giver. What’s your favorite?
Naruto set the folder down and jotted down one recipe before finishing breakfast and getting ready for work. The folder was placed carefully on the coffee table and with a final glance, the door shut behind him.
On the eight day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Eat, drink, be happy.
You’re much more alike than you think.
***
author : autumnwaters
rating : G
word count: 889
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
Day 8 : Cereal, Milk, and Spilled Book
Naruto went to work the next day oddly quiet. The team didn’t really know what to think of it; on one hand, he was working and not snapping like last time, on the other, he was quiet and that was about as far from Naruto-like you could get. But by lunchtime he was back to normal so that the little underlings didn’t worry anymore and chalked it up to an off morning.
***
Naruto was busting his brain over whether or not he should even reply to those people. He had taken a look at one or five of those e-mails last night when he tried to sleep and failed. Every one of those sounded so friendly, so warm. He didn’t even remember any of them from vague childhood memories. One or two of them even referenced a picture he had in the photo album. It sounded like they were all in on this, but it couldn’t be. They all could have contacted him before he even went into the system. He could have been with family.
He even cornered Tsunade and asked her about these people. Hell anything she knew about the family. All he got in return was a simple family tree telling how the two of them were related and that he had two other second cousins. It turned out that her father fell out of favor with the family when he caused a scandal and it turned out he had a mistress on the side. Though she did point out the name Sarutobi, saying her old professor went by that name.
Deciding to knock off early, he wandered to a café near his apartment complex and sat there people watching for a good hour or two; his mind running around. Could it be possible that someone in the passing crowd in front, on the bus, or even in the café was related to him? Could they know his parents? He didn’t understand why no one took him in. He could understand Gaara’s family as they were overseas. But didn’t he have another uncle? What about his mother’s side? He didn’t know much. He was never as curious as to why he had no family. He had assumed as he grew up, passing from one family to the next, that he had none.
Naruto-kun, one of the e-mails read.
You probably don’t know me but my name is Yuhi Kurenai and my husband is Sarutobi Asuma. We were old college buddies with your parents. The last time we saw you was probably the year the accident occurred, I’m sorry to say.
It continued much along the same thread. Some of the others were the same. The one that surprised him the most was the one from Uchiha-san’s family. Apparently Uchiha Mikoto was very good friends with his mother since childhood.
***
The sky was fully dark by the time Naruto stood to leave the café. It was a good thing he knew the manager, Tenten, otherwise he probably would have been kicked out long ago for only ordering a coffee and sandwich hours ago. Traipsing up the flight of stairs, he opened his door and just dropped his stuff on the couch before powering up his computer. He had left two e-mails untouched. Once those were done, he showered and went to sleep. He didn’t want to do anything at all.
He ignored the new wrapped gift and the new card. He didn’t care for it at all.
THE END!!!!!!!!!!! not
The next morning Naruto wandered into the kitchen, tired from a restless night. Pulling open the fridge he pulled out milk and grabbed the box of cereal from the top. Setting it down of the counter, he heard a loud plop as something fell from the counter. Blinking in surprise he looked over and saw a simple cloth cover binder lying face down. He didn’t remember ever having one like that. It looked kind of worn too.
Picking it up, he flipped it over and read the cover : The Super Yummy Recipes of the Great Chef Uzumaki Kushina.
The blonde blinked repeatedly. His mother’s recipe book? He never knew she even cooked. Opening the book, he looked at the first recipe; it was written by hand and was rather sloppy. The date at the top corner indicated it was nearly forty years old. He turned through several pages finding recipes for soups, desserts, entrees, appetizers, and even some odd delicacies. There was a note stuck between some pages in near the back.
Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? (signed) Minato
The note turned out to be written on the back of a photo. It had his father dressed as an Animal Cracker box, and tugging on his arms at the side was his laughing mother, red hair braided and dressed as Raggedy Ann.
At the end of the binder, a slip of paper was inserted and on it the hand of the giver. What’s your favorite?
Naruto set the folder down and jotted down one recipe before finishing breakfast and getting ready for work. The folder was placed carefully on the coffee table and with a final glance, the door shut behind him.
On the eight day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Eat, drink, be happy.
You’re much more alike than you think.
***