Whew. Thought I'd never get finished with this.
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And now, on with the show!
Sincerely,
-Funny.
Minato yawned as he rose from a quick afternoon nap, stretching the kinks out of his tightened muscles. With a soft clicking noise, he smacked his lips a few times, getting the "early-morning" taste out of his mouth. He hated that, how his first sensation waking up was the taste of dried sweat-sock.
Instinctually, he began his new early morning routine. He gently scooted out of his bed, so he wouldn't aggravate his aching joints, and headed over to the sink. He turned the faucet to freezing cold, and splashed the frigid water in his face. He shuddered as a chill ran through his body, shocking his senses into the world of the awake. Then, he took a few steps back, and began to move his body through its full range of motion. Today, he was pleased to discover that he could move more without the aches that had accompanied his cold. They were still there, but they acted up a lot less.
Knock, Knock.
Minato turned to his unlocked door, wondering who could it could be.
"Come in."
The door creaked on its slightly rusted hinges to reveal a familiar face.
"Junpei! What brings you here?" Minato chuckled, glad to see his old friend since he got him off his absurdly comfortable carpet. He was also happy that Junpei didn't have this cold.
Junpei shot a grin at his friend. "Just thought I'd check up on you. Make sure you aren't going stir crazy. Oh, and your dinner is almost ready."
Minato's eyebrows flew into his hair. "Dinner?"
"Uhh, yeah, dude." Junpei replied, the corners of his mouth settling down, his features transforming from happy to confused.
Minato threw his eyes around the room for his clock radio. To his dismay, he found it… with the bright blue display dead and colorless.
Batteries must be dead. Typical.
"What time is it, Junpei? And what day is it for that matter?"
Junpei frowned in thought, thinking about the answer.
"Well, a day has passed since you got sick… And the time…"
Junpei glanced down at the digital watch on his wrist.
"S'bout five o'clock."
"Five o'clock!" Minato gasped, immediately straightening up.
"Yyyyeah." He replied slowly.
Minato looked out the window again, cursing the lack of light and the general gloominess in the air.
"Damn! Have I really lost track of time in here?"
"Looks like it." Junpei replied in his usual nonchalant manner.
Minato's head crashed into the palm of his hand.
"Wonderful. I no longer have a reliable method for checking the time."
Junpei looked out the window and let out a short grunt of acknowledgment.
"Yeah, I know. It looks like this all day. Really dreary."
Junpei looked back at his friend, who was staring out the window with a glare on his face.
Junpei looked at him a while, until a glint of light at the edge of his attention caught his eye.
He grinned when he saw what the light was.
"Hey, Minato! Catch!"
Minato turned in time to snatch a somewhat small object out of the air.
He looked into his palm. In it was the digital watch his friend had been wearing a few moments ago.
He looked back up at his friend and smiled.
"Thanks, man."
"What are friends for?" he replied with his trademark grin. "Just give it back when you feel better."
Minato fiddled with the watch a bit, before it fit snugly on his wrist.
The time was five o'clock exact.
And, as if on cue, his stomach growled.
Minato stared at the doorway that Junpei was standing in.
"…Dinnertime?"
"Dinnertime."
So Junpei left to get his friend's meal from the kitchen.
And once again, all was right.
Speaking of which, I'm hungry.
Read and Review, please.
Sincerely,
-Funny.