Kojika - nightmare
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This is another snippet from the fawn mishmash. It is another attempt at writing something to do with the Nara clan, before and during the Third War. This also belongs to the same 'verse as the Scrap before.
(Aged four)
Shikata woke to the loud rumble of thunder and lighting.
He knew that Kohana had nightmares of the night her parents died whenever it stormed outside. Therefore he decided to check on her, just in case she needed a little cuddle. Besides, it may be troublesome to leave his warm bed, but Ko-chan was more important.
So the unusually broad-shouldered man got up from his futon and soundlessly slipped into a robe as well as slippers. His door creaked slightly as he opened it, noting quietly that they should be oiled again soon.
However, when he reached Kohana's room, it was empty. Her futon did not look as if she had slept on it, or not for very long.
Worried, Shikata crept to his son's room, wondering if he had already checked on Kohana-chan.
As the concerned clan head slipped the door open, he smiled involuntarily. Shikaku held a tiny form tightly in his sleep, both breathing deeply. Oblivious to the world or storm.
Apparently, Shikaku had thought it too troublesome to let Kohana sleep alone on a stormy night if she would ask for consoling cuddles later anyway. Instead he had carried her to his room, plopped down on his bed and fallen asleep together with his cousin.
It proved to Skikata that one day, his son would be a good father and clan head - despite his infamous laziness. Maybe, if he got lucky, karma even arranged it so that his grandson would be even lazier than his son...