As suspected, your parents were waiting for you back home. Now you're going to have to explain everything, though as you inspected them, they probably already knew. But you could already tell by the way they were waiting for you; they were seated patiently with rather mean frowns on their faces.
You didn't need to be to take a seat, you had a feeling that this talk would probably not be pleasant. "Is something the matter?"
The man scoffed. "Don't even try to lie, we know where you were."
It was exasperating having to talk to them about every little thing you did, they were not like that before. Why now? Just simply because you spoke to them about your goals in life? If you had known, you would have never explained to them at all. "Then what do you want me to tell you?"
They frowned upon hearing your tone, it was filled with exasperation and anger. "Watch your tone young lady!" The usually calmed woman demanded as she began to raise from her seat.
"What else can you want from me? I have given up on my dreams and goals, just what you wanted." Your body began to shake from anger, you weren't like this but the situation with their control over you have cornered you to the edge.
Their eyes widened surprised and there was also that guilty look. "Listen w-"
Again? "I know, it's for my own good. I respected your decision just don't control who I can become friends with, let me do this on my own." Taking a deep breath and dragging your fingers through your head, you headed to your room. This discussion would lead nowhere, they did not say nothing else as you began to walk away.
By the time, you got to your room, you tossed your items to the side and reached for your bed. Even though it wasn't dark outside, your body needed some rest. You didn't bother to get ready for bed, you just slumped on the bed, within moments you drifted off to sleep.
It wasn't quiet, like it would sound when you woke up. You had expected to wake up in the middle of the night, but you were more than surprised to find that it was morning already. Yawning, you got up stretching your limbs and heading to get ready for a day of work.
Your parents were waiting outside for you, but as the three of you headed to work, they hadn't said a word. For a moment as you looked at them from the corner of your eyes, you could have noticed their hunched forms. It was obvious that they didn't like what they heard, and to be honest you felt slightly guilty but you needed to be constant about your decision. With that in mind, you got ready for another exhausting day of work.
That day, you were more than surprised to find your boss at his home. Of course, he had the right to return to his home whenever he wanted but it was too soon. It was surprising that he had returned with a companion of around 15 years, with very long black hair. He owned a pair of very bright green eyes, as he was introduced as Goro Amano, and apparently, he's your boss' son. He never mentioned such a thing, but who are you to question them.
At the end of almost retiring home, you had been requested to show Goro the training grounds, your parents protested but had no choice but the matter. So here you are, leaning against a tree waiting for the male to finish his training. Though, you would have felt electrified about watching him train, you didn't. It was strange, you've encounter Neij who is rather silent and rude, yet it was alright. But with Goro, it felt awkward, he's silent but there's an air around him rather strange, you couldn't describe it.
"Do you know how to fight?" The strong and deep voice of his asked, as he paused his training with the target dummies. Though, given his age, he would be more experienced so it would be rather strange that he would practice with something so simple.
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The Missing Pieces(A Naruto Reader Insert)
De TodoMeet [Name] [Last Name], a young traveler. She has traveled most of her life, if not all of it. As a traveler she came to realize that traveling isn't always what people expect, yes, there is adventure and knowledge but how about unhappiness? Since...
