Indra Otsutsuki lived his life with peace and joy, spending his time blissfully alongside his father and brother. That's until his father, Hagoromo Otsutsuki, one day brought in a mysterious girl named Krishna and informed his two sons that she was...
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As the sun ever so slowly began rising up into the sky, the scene soon welcomed the sounds of a few crowing roosters to signal that the morning was almost nigh. From within one of the hallways of the compound, their stood the long-haired brunette quietly walking down the halls, just so he may avoid disturbing the silence the morning emitted as well as the sleeping residents of the household. With a hand over his forehead, he couldn't stop reminiscing the events that had happened last night, the memory of he and the pale girl's tight embrace flashing through his mind.
I know this just happened last night, but why am I still feeling this way?! He thought to himself as he tightly clenched a part of his shirt that was approximately above his violently beating chest. Let alone... His face then suddenly flushed a bright red as clouds of steam escaped both his ears with his two hands covering his now tomato face as his inner voice yelled in a panicking tone Why do I have this weird feeling that it's wrong to touch a girl while you're not wearing a shirt?! I mean, my shirt was wet, so I had to take it off! Plus, Krishna was the one who touched me first. But that does not deny the fact that I touched a girl's bare skin, let alone see or being with her while taking a bath. Why does it feel so wrong anyway?!
That's until his hurricane of thoughts was suddenly broken by a loud squeaking noise followed by a scream and a thundering thud. This startled the boy a bit, then out of curiosity, he pinpointed to where it supposedly came from and approached it. Discovering that it came from the very same corner he was about to turn to, he peeked his head out from the wall to see.
His eyes widened a bit when they were met once more with an all too familiar grown man.
"Ow! That was the second time already!" The man hissed as he rubbed the back of his head, probably to ease off the pain lingering there.
That's when the grown man eventually noticed the boy's presence, paused from his actions and turned his head to his direction.
"Y-Young Master Indra!" The shock in his voice then died down to his normal tone as he continued "Well, it's no that bit of a surprise seeing you up this early in the morning."
Deeply sighing, the boy then approached the adult on the floor and said "What happened this time, Futami?!"
He then took a hold of the man's hand and began pulling him to stand up straight. But the very moment the man was now back in his two feet, a sharp pain shot through the grown-up's spine, accompanied by a loud cracking noise. Feeling this, the man shrieked a bit in pain, thankfully did not scream though and drew both his arms behind his back, attempting to ease the pain there as well.
"What's wrong? Did you trip or something? And what did you mean by second time?" Indra asked a bit worriedly.
Sighing, Futami replied in a low and whining tone "As usual, it's part of my morning routine to wake up this early of the day and meditate. But as soon as I stepped into this hallway, I slipped for some reason. Even coming back here, I failed to remember and so I slipped once more. Which you may already have just noticed by now." Averting his gaze from the boy to drop down towards the wooden floor, he then continued "That's until I finally noticed something odd on the floor. It was wet, the apparent cause why I have an aching back right now." Placing his thumb and index finger below his chin whilst crossing one arm over his chest, he added in thought "But what I do not know is that how or why it got wet in the first place. I was very certain that the servants had already cleaned this part of the hall. Even the last time I passed here, during the early evening apparently, the floor here was completely dry, no sign of any puddles at all."
