Fubuki: The Blizzard to Come

Chapter 2: A Traumatized Child

Smoke, that's all he could smell. No, the building was not on fire. It wasn't on fire, though however the food that was currently cooking was. There was also the faint scent of the remnants of what used to be fish.

In a hurry to cool the pan, he dumped the charcoal black fish in the sink. Nope, he hadn't thought that through. The sink was full of water and there was a sudden bout of steam that hissed throughout the kitchen. In a panic to get rid of the smell, and the smoke, he used a small wind jutsu to dissipate the smoke before it went into the other rooms.

He grimaced at the mess he made, "Fuck making a fancy breakfast, I'll just make eggs." He huffed out, annoyed at his atrocious cooking skills.

Making some toast along with those eggs, he took a gamble and risked a try at making bacon. He had to admit that it wasn't too crispy, must have been a rare stroke of luck that the bacon didn't burst into flames, just short of an oil fire. Putting some butter and cheese on the toast he put an egg and two slices of bacon on each breakwich. He licked his lips at the smell. Satisfied, he put the food on the table and started scrubbing the mess of a frying pan he created. He wouldn't eat without cleaning it, otherwise he would forget about it and Junko would clean it for him.

"Oh, you made breakfast," said Junko with a light rasp to her voice.

The voice startled Fubuki so much that he jumped and hit his head on the cabinets above the sink. He had been in his own little world cursing the damn pan into oblivion that he didn't notice his aunt come in.

"Fuuu- Ow! That hurts like a-" he mumbled incoherent words angrily. He's lucky that he caught himself before he swore, as Junko didn't tolerate foul language, you couldn't believe how strict she was with foul language. "Yeah, ouch," he hissed in pain, "you and Haku were sleeping." He rubbed the growing mark on the top of his head still in pain. He used some ice chakra to cool it so it wouldn't swell as much. "Food's on the table, I'll go get Haku."

"Okay Fubuki." She said as she opened the fridge. He assumed she was getting the drinks.

He found Haku sleeping peacefully in his bed. The kid deserved to be happy, he was pure. The opposite of himself, he was tainted. Fubuki was a killer, and he enjoyed it. He wasn't sure what was more corrupt than that.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he stopped staring at him like a creep and woke him up.

"Haku, get your little ass out of my bed." Getting a slurred response that sounded roughly like 'don't eat my snowman' Fubuki poked his forehead, making Haku pull the blankets over his head. "Unless you want me to 'eat your snowman'," He quoted, "I suggest you get up."

Finally getting an actual legible reply, Haku slowly got up from his position of being wrapped up like a little caterpillar.

"Breakfast?"

"Yes, breakfast." Fubuki replied, amused as Haku wasn't usually like this. Though he could tell Haku was out of it from the bags under his eyes.

"Mmkay..." He got up and brought the duvet covers with him down to the kitchen.

Fubuki chuckled, "This is the best I could do." He gestured to the half-asleep kid wearing the blanket like a robe.

Junko smiled and sat down to eat. Not wanting to bring up what happened the previous day in front of Haku, she waited until she could speak to Fubuki alone. They ate in an eerie silence.

Haku finished his food with a small 'thank you' and trudged himself and Fubuki's duvet back to his room. He was obviously scared or at least traumatized by the incident. It would be best to leave him alone. He seemed completely out of it as he missed his mouth a few times when eating.