Naruto: Snow Cold

Salutations, my fellow imaginary fans! I have finally reached the weekend after so much boring but rigorous training, and oh boy, oh boy! I'm finally playing some soccer with my dad, who used to be busy almost all the time doing missions. But now, due to our new source of income, he barely has to go on them anymore.

We both stood there opposite each other at the training ground, while I had my foot on the ball. We were gonna use the logs as goalposts.

He crossed his arms with a grin and said, "Are you ready, Amai?"

I'm so fired up for this!

"Hell yeah, let's start already!"

"On your go, okay?"

I nodded and rolled the ball smoothly under my control, carrying it forward as I charged with the full intention of getting past my father. I performed a few somewhat poorly executed step-overs. He could probably see through it, but who cares?

I faked left, then surged right, my father pretending to be caught off guard and making a small effort to catch up to me. I loaded my leg up, and... Bam! I went in for a finesse shot, the ball curling in the air and hitting straight between the logs.

"I scored, I scored!" I shouted in celebration as my dad clapped his hands. "Very good! Let's keep going!" he said, and I ran toward the ball, gaining possession of it once again and returning to my position.

Hehehe, you're going down, dad!

This time, he rushed in my direction, and I prepared to use a trick I saw before on some series. Red Bolt, or something? Or was it Blue Latch? Doesn't matter, I hope it works.

I lobbed the ball up and lifted my foot to guide the ball, feinting to the right. My dad clearly noticed, but didn't care.

I went past him, to the left. It worked, yes! I am a fucking goddess!

Since the goalpost was far away, I swung my leg back, and took a power shot, hitting the ball at full force with the instep of my foot, aiming at one of the logs since i didn't wanna go all the way back.

It rocketed towards the log, and ricocheted back at me. He clapped with his hands once again, "You're really good at this!", oh man, I'm getting excited!

"Hahaha, you suck, dad!" And I saw it. His smile got wider.

"Oh, is that so?"

Oh. Shit. I shouldn't have said that.

Safe to say, the match easily ended up being 2 points in my favor and 16 in his. He absolutely demolished me. I really dunno what I was thinking when I said what I said. Karma is a bitch, huh?

After a humiliating defeat, Me and dad came back home to greet momma. Yup, I can't help it, and I know I'm gonna regret this. Humans are gregarious by nature, for evolutionary and social reasons. We NEED each other. We cannot be alone for long, otherwise... we go insane. Think of it like being stranded in an island with no contact. No animals, no people, just yourself. In my case, It's like trying to be completely asocial. No friends, no family, no connections.

All you've got is water, fruits, nuts, vegetables, a comfy bed, and perhaps even a laptop with internet— but no one to communicate with. Your basic needs are fulfilled! But then, you simply don't know what to do. You require mental stimulation and social interaction. Talking, shouting, yelling, screaming, anything! The void, although not exactly the same, follows a similar concept.

So yeah, I couldn't help but develop an attachment to them. After all, I've known them for a year now. I'll probably keep living with them for the next few years.

Dad opened the door to our apartment, and we were greeted by Mom.

"Welcome back!" She spread her arms in my direction. I gladly walked into her embrace, and she lifted me up. At this point, I just accepted it. It's nice.

"Hey there, honey."

She then kissed Jun on the cheek. Ah, so romantic.

"How has playing with your new soccer ball been?" She turned her head to look at me. I faked a tear, glancing at Jun, who appeared worried. Time for revenge, bitch!

"H-He wouldn't let me score... And he ended up scoring 16 goals against me..." I saw his expression of worry shift to one of horror. Checkmate, hahaha!

"Juuuun? Play nicer with her next time," she said sternly, looking down at him. She probably already knew I was acting, but decided to play along. Ninjas are so cool.

"Yeah, sorry, sweetie..." He exclaimed, ashamed.

We all laughed and proceeded with our normal interactions. Eventually, we had dinner. I wanted to try something new—something that could actually help me discover what my Ice Release can do.

I was too lazy to use utensils to grab the ice, so I used my right hand instead, fueling the singular ice cube between my index finger and thumb with chakra.

"Amai, that's rude. Don't do that if you're ever invited to someone's house, and besides, you'll get the table wet," she kindly reprimanded me. Strangely enough, the cube didn't melt. My hands never felt remotely damp, and I couldn't even tell if it had the same temperature or not, because it felt... normal in my hands. Like it belonged there. My parents noticed.

"I'm sorry, Mama... I won't do it again." I placed the ice cube on my cup and observed them. They were both astonished by what I'd done.

My mom snorted and said with a soft smirk, "You always have a surprise or two in you, huh?"

Damn right I do!