The sun sent a few of its rays through the window of a sleeping teenager's room, though it was barely visible. A soft airy gray blanket rustled on a traditional japanese wooden bed. On a plain white pillow, the boy's head rested and one of his tired looking eyes squinted open, then the other followed. He groaned softly and brought his upper body off the bed and sat up with a slight yawn. Two seconds later his alarm clock went off and he groaned again this time louder.
"Why do I need to set my alarm clock when I'll just wake up right before it goes off?" He asked with an annoyed tone, to no one in particular but himself, "Then I have to move to turn it off, but I don't feel like moving right now, but if I don't then the ringing won't stop." He let out a long sigh then said with a tired expression on his face, "It's such a drag."
He reluctantly turned his body to the annoying object and calmly turned the noisy alarm off. He stretched his arms and legs out and fell back onto his bed, his eyes gazing at the misty white gentle clouds contrasting from the pale blue sky. He got out of bed heading for his bathroom to proceed to brush his teeth and wash his face.
When he was done, he got his daily clothes out of his dresser and dressed quickly in them then continued and put on his shoes and gear. Then he went to his little mahogany table and picked up his metal headband from its place glinting on the wooden surface. Walking to a full length mirror he tied it in place on his arm and tightened it so that it wouldn't fall off.
Finished dressing, he headed out of his bedroom and into an area of his home to which he ate his meals, and made himself a quick breakfast consisting of three rice balls and hot tea. Finishing it quickly, he placed his dishes into the sink and gathered his everyday things to head off. Checking to make sure he had everything and taking a quick glance around room, he opened his door and slowly walked out into the early morning with the door shutting closed behind him with a click.
His arms were in the air stretching, as he walked down the silent street where store owners were, one by one, getting up to set up there shops for service. Going nowhere in particular, the teen wandered aimlessly around the village for a while, before running into his chum, Choji, who was, of course, eating chips.
(Shikamaru's P.O.V)
"Choji, my man. How is it?" I asked my friend. He continued to stick his right hand into the chip bag and bring the tasty snack inside to his mouth, while his left hand held it steady. Without stopping this process he replied, "Everything's good here." Then as if he just realized I was here asked me, "You want some?" holding the bag out toward me, still munching. Choji was a good guy and he's helped me through a lot of tough times, so I couldn't hold back my smirk. He took that as a no and his arm retreated back toward his body.
Choji and I continued down the street and he told me about what everyone was doing and any news he had heard lately. I yawned, then looked at him when he finished saying something. How could something like that have happened?