Shattered Ice

Chapter Three

After excusing herself, Amara left Naruto and Mizuki on the roof, heading towards her apartment, which just so happened to be the one right across from Naruto's.

Being around Mizuki made her feel extremely uncomfortable, and even though she didn't want to leave Naruto alone with him, she doubted Mizuki would try anything while the sun was still out.

She sighed slightly, shaking her head, before unlocking the door to her apartment, slowly closing it behind her.

She glanced around her apartment, frowning slightly. It was a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment, but it was practically empty. Inside the living room, which is where she was now, there was a single desk, in the corner of the room, while in the middle was a tan leather couch, with three seats. On the wall, right across from the couch, was a wall full of stands for her weapons.

The desk itself was also rather bland, being a dark brown color, with a tan office chair. On the desk was some parchment, ink, and brushes, and a single picture frame.

She walked into the kitchen, which was actually pretty large. She had a sink, a oven, a microwave, a dishwasher, and a fridge, like any kitchen had, with plenty of shelves and cabinets to store things. She grabbed her orange apron off the hook, tying the straps, then got to work.

She opened up a cabinet, grabbing some plain white rice, pouring about four cups into a mesh strainer, turning on the faucet of her sink. She rinsed the rice, putting it in a saucepan before adding about 4 1/2 cups of water, putting that in the saucepan also.

She placed that on the oven, bringing the heat to a boil. After a few minutes she brought the heat down, giving the rice a quick stir, before letting it simmer.

After about 15 minutes, she took the saucepan off the heat,  letting it sit. once it cooled, she divided the rice into equal parts, parting it each part slightly, before making the filling.

Her favorite filling for onigiri, which is what she was making, was always a chicken filling. Basically, what she did to make that was cook very thin strips of chicken in chicken broth,  and put a strip in the divide(where the filling went), along with a tablespoon of broth. 

Note: Do not try this at home, cuz I have no idea if this is a real thing or not. I made it up as I went. Mostly.

Once she had her fillings complete, she rolled the rice into little balls, putting the fillings in. She then pressed the balls into triangle shapes. She then turned and grabbed a pinch of salt, sprinkling it on each onigiri.

Amara preferred salty things over sweet, any day, the only exception to this was pocky. Saying Amara loved pocky was an understatement. She was obsessed  with it. She took two onigiri, wrapping the rest in wax paper and placing them in a bowl, putting that in her fridge for tomorrow.

She hummed slightly as she made her way to her room, happily munching on her food. She used her hip to open her door, but came to a halt almost immediately, her eyes narrowed.

Her eyes scanned over every inch of her room, beginning to frown.

She had a large, twin-sized bed, with a brown, furry comforter. Beside it was a mahogany night-stand, and across from her bed was her dresser, which held her clothes. On the other side of her bed, was a shelf that held a few books, and a bunch of knickknacks.

She placed her plate on her nightstand, glancing around her room. Something felt...off.

She glanced around her room, scanning everything with an attentive eye. Her breath hitched slightly, seeing that her window was open, the golden-brown curtains swaying slightly because of the slight breeze.